At one point this year, I pretty much quit doing Fun With Guns because nobody was following the rules.
So, here’s my yearly rules rant.
To be Fun with Guns, nobody dies unless it’s the person acting stoopid with a gun. If you accidentally shoot yourself dead, you need to be remembered forever as the idiot who shot themselves.
The guy who shot the woman in the head because he thought she was a deer is not Fun with Guns. That is Scream about Guns, which is a column I don’t do because it just upsets me too damn much and Lord knows I’m upset enough for a whole herd of people.
I love for people to send me tips. I get bunches every day and appreciate every one of them. I may write about it that day, two weeks later, or never. I may answer it. I may not. Even if I don’t answer it doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate it. It just means I may have a forest fire to put out that day or my head is not screwed in that direction at that moment. You never know.
Okay, here’s the deal – to be Fun with Guns, it has to be kinda funny.
I hope your Thanksgiving was as good as mine, but I doubt it was.