Dissatisfied Maniacs

by Regis Boff

I can’t say that I don’t feel safer because America has so many guns, because I do. This is not to say I don’t fear maniacs, armed and not, again because I do. I just fear madmen against whom I can’t defend myself still more.
We live in a time where one example seems enough to compel any argument to be settled on the spot. Such a society is ruled by a digest of lowest common denominators. Usually this yields a culture that produces clumps of dissatisfied maniacs who, by their homicidal urgencies, settle many people’s minds about guns.