There are over 550 million firearms in worldwide circulation. That's one firearm for every 12 people on the planet. The only question is, how do we arm the other 11?
— Fuck me all, Tom! What's that?
— It's me belt, Turkish.
— No, Tommy, there's a gun in your trousers. What is a gun doing in your trousers?
— It's for protection!
— Protection from what? Zee Germans?
This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it, as I must master my life. Without me my rifle is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will. Before God I swear this creed. My rifle and myself are defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviours of my life. So be it... until there is no enemy... but peace. Amen.
I sell to leftists and rightists. I'd sell to pacifists but they're not the most regular of customers.
Try not to shoot yourselves. Don't shoot each other. But especially... don't shoot me.
Maybe it was loaded, maybe not. Maybe we should always assume the worst.
You can't say that civilization don't advance, however, for in every war they kill you in a new way.