SEVERAL YEARS AGO now, as the country debated a path of pre-emptive war and democracy building, I found myself in the midst of a downpour. A torrential deluge (a record set that day for downtown LA) followed myself and Scott across Broadway and up to the Federal Plaza. We had decided to speak out en mass, and were joined by tens of thousands also protesting the war. You know how it turned out now, of course. But we hoped we could stop the unstoppable. Or a least have our voices heard.
I guess you could say I'm a pacifist? Perhaps not entirely correct; but i do abhor aggression and weapons.
So it's with a little surprise that I found myself selecting a gun on Saturday. Well, not a gun, with all that entails, but a Paintball Marker (they neuter the name gun to marker, even tho everyone calls it a gun. Must be legalese).
It did feel a little strange, especially when I took it back to my Parent's place. I felt guilty bringing it in the house. I was slightly excited, with a tinge of fear, at the prospect of having this thing to play "war" with. But the A-5 with custom M-16 barrel was all mine. Perhaps next time I might select something not designed to look like a lethal killing machine.
-F
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