It's incongruent that in this country, a man with his son walk proudly into a gun store to purchase the boy's first killing machine. A gun designed to cause injury, pain, suffering and probably death to some animal or human. They leave to go shoot at paper targets in preparation for killing something.
In olden days, they had the excuse of obtaining food for themselves and their families. But with the coming of Kroger and Ralphs and Safeway and Great Eastern, they no longer need a quest for sustenance and can give free rein to an innate bloodlust. They call it sport; I call it sickness.
On the other hand, this same pair will slink into a drugstore. sidle up to the counter and in almost a whisper, ask for a pack of condoms. They are ashamed they are probably going to perpetrate an act of love between two people. Shame, shame, shame. In this topsy-turvy world we live in, love and tenderness are bad, killing is good. How did we ever come to this pass? If we can discover how and why, maybe we can set things right.
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