It Gets Even Worse

I did it.  I know I shouldn't have but I did.  It was sitting there.... staring at me.  I knew it was going to be bad but that niggling part of the back of my mind just had to find out 'how' bad. Kind of like when someone tells you something smells bad you just have to take a whiff.

What did I do?

I clicked on a Salon article.  Not just any article but one w/ this headline:

A gun lover sees the evils of gun culture: White supremacists, Obama haters, and me 

Just to give you that same whiff I got:

 But before I let go of my gun forever, I wanted to hold it again and fire it. I wanted to experience the repugnance that a device created solely for the purpose of killing human beings should evoke.  Worse, what if I wasn’t repulsed? I needed to know.

The rest is a continuation of self-reinforcing tripe, stereotypes, and loathing that has become typical of anti-gun 'literature'.  Just enough researched details to make it plausible but there were still things that made me wonder (like calling a gun a 'piece' as "the noun preferred by the cognoscenti" , then I read the author's mini-bio:

Matt Lallo lives in Baltimore, MD, and has written restaurant reviews for the Baltimore Sun and Baltimore Magazine. He continues to write topical articles and short stories.

Yeah, that explained the smell.