Every once in a while I run across a post from other bloggers like this one. I often time wonder what it is that made someone like SteveAudio come to exactly the opposite side of an issue as myself:
I hate guns. I recognize their sad neccessity, for law enforcement, and soldiers. But I have absolutely no comprehension how a human can enjoy killing a creature and call it sport. Some of my beliefs I am willing to call personal failings. I recognize that some may legitimately enjoy professional wrestling, whereas I think it’s idiotic. But I own my feelings about guns. No one is going to change my mind.
Read the whole thing. Though I do not hunt, I have killed animals before with a gun, but I didn’t find it to be either particularly fun or particularly unpleasant. I was always more interesting in honing marksmanship than I was in hunting, butchering and preparing game. I doubt anyone who hunts takes any particular joy in the killing of game, it’s just part of the process. I suspect for the vast majority of hunters, the joy is in the process; of participating in the food chain from start to finish, and the knowledge one must possess to successfully accomplish such tasks.
All the arguments by people who want to keep guns in their houses fail even casual scrutiny to me. Statistics, while open to interpretation, show far more danger from those guns than any perceived benefit. To me, it’s a bit like any addiction: one will torture logic to support the addiction, no matter how harmful. These people just want to have guns around.
I think that’s crazy.
Well, for every statistic that shows that, I can drag up two more than show the opposite. But I really have no issues with people who think it’s crazy to keep a firearm for self-defense, hunting or sport shooting. I totally get that some people just don’t understand it, much like I don’t understand why anyone enjoys riding horses enough go through the trouble and expense of raising and caring for them. It’s only when people go so far as to suggest because they don’t understand it, that the practice ought to be banned, or regulated to virtual non-existence, that I draw the line in the sand