"So, there's this guy down the street who owns an arsenal of guns and I know that he fantasizes about blowing things up when he's stressed and I just think someone should do something about this whole situation." 
That Pilgrim ain't got no soul, Doggy Daddy. Nor cojones, neither. Have him or her talk to me direct instead of cryin' to Mommy and I might take him or her to the range and show hir some fun. Did he or she ever wonder why folks laugh at non-military explosions or oooh and ahhh at Independence Day aerial salutes?
No?
Did that party ever wonder why there's a School of Mines here in Golden, Colorado?
It all probably starts with
something like this (WATCH SOUND LEVEL):
https://youtu.be/dgvIkyWRBEc (1:56)
Well, no soul, like I said.
Nor cajones.
Why do you hang around with suchlike folks as them who complained, Doggy Daddy?
Terry, 230RN
