Sorry to disappoint the usual crowd of gun-lurkers who keep coming to this blog even though, according to them, I suck, as does this blog.
There are some wolves drooling on my blog's doorstep waiting to pounce.
I love my statcounter because I get to see the shenanigans of people who would seek to abuse me on my blog if should even mention the word "gun."
I've learned a lot in the last 8 months about blogging.
One important lesson: bullies don't deserve the time of day; particularly delusional bullies who think my life is spent obsessing about them and guns.
*You* gun-lurkers are the ones obsessed with guns. That's all you can comment about.
Given the details provided by my statcounter, I am not among the obsessed.
If I am obsessed with anything, it is trying to find some sense of normality in these crazy times, when doctors are killed for providing legal health care services or soldiers are killed at recruiting offices (or anywhere in the lose-lose wars we have sent them into) or unarmed museum goers are attacked and murdered because they are trying to expose themselves to history.
Those people are the good guys. Compassionate doctors. The brave women and men in our military. The intellectually curious. The ones who go about their daily lives trying to improve themselves or help keep us safe or save the lives of others.
The closest thing you'll ever read about armed whackos on this blog is just this general commentary (whether they are armed with knives, bombs, lies, firearms, or hate).
I care that people are losing their lives for senseless reasons, spurred on by unscrupulous media opportunists and terrified isolationists.
Sorry to you frothing wolves. Huff and puff and put on nana's sleeping cap all you want.
You'll get no satisfaction here.