Interesting. That very assessment came up in the wee-hours on "Morning Joe."
But -- again -- a political stunt, uplifting the spirits of the gun-obsessed.
I've been a fence-sitter on the AR-15 and other issues. There was a time when there wasn't much gun-regulation. I'd take my father's old semi-auto Mossberg out into the foothills to bag rabbits. To get the ammo, I think I needed my grandmother present at the gun store. I was maybe 14. Anytime I wanted, I could take my acetate-fleece lined gun-case, walk a couple miles with it, so I could "set up" and pop off a few rounds at a tree stump.
Dad -- when he was still alive -- set the example. We lived outside the city limits. The neighbor down the street got his water from a well. Pop would come home from work, open a can of beer, stand on the screened back-porch, and . . . pop off a few rounds at the stump across the backyard. "Pop, pop, pop, pop pop!" My mother would go into a panic.
There's something "goin' on," you know. . . . . Adam Lanza, the Clackamas Mall killer, Dorner, Roof, Holmes the Aurora killer -- alum of my own school, some instances that hint of a guilty Muslim trying to ingratiate himself with Allah, ISIS.
Madness. I think . . . there's some sort of virus going around. What explains all this?
Yet -- I was thinking a couple years ago to replace that old Mossberg with a tactical weapon.
Best get a shotgun for home protection. You just rack that sucker, and the loud sound will send folks running. With the .225 round from the AR, you could kill a neighbor in his living-room by accident, because it would pass through multiple walls.