And those same folks, when an accident affects them, usually fall back on something like "it wasn't my fault!"
Which is it? It's not your fault, and these things should be regulated more. Or it is your fault, and regulations should dictate that you shouldn't have these firearms any more, and perhaps shouldn't have had them in the first place?
When I was younger, I was decently attractive. I was an ideal weight, and I didn't look tired all the time. I had the energy to groom myself and wear decent clothes. Most people seemed to want to help me or were nice to me. However, some people were just plain vicious to me. It was like I did something horrible to them, but as far as I know, I did not.
When life and my chronic illness kicked my ass, I was plain and somewhat unattractive. I became overweight. I had the energy for basic hygiene and to wear something that fits, and that's it. I was told I had "stress in my face." I was invisible. No one bothered me. No one wanted to talk to me.
When I had more energy to put into my appearance, I was maybe a 5, maybe a touch over. Still overweight, still pretty tired. (Been getting it medically checked out... No answers yet.) Getting a little more personal grooming and got some clothes that look pretty nice. Some people are a little nicer to me. No one has outright bullied me.
Granted, I am a woman. It might be different for men. I'm also not sure if someone is just angry at everyone if what you look like really matters.
You mean to tell me those women don't just naturally have clear, moisturized skin and sparkly eyelids? What next, are you going to tell me that their clothes are carefully selected and not just the first thing that fits from the store? Pfft.
I also have no idea why they take so long to get ready. Women, amirite?
My first thought was that of the cost of storing it. You never know when something will happen and all of your effort to store it is moot. Like if a natural disaster occurs and destroys your stash, or something happens and you must leave everything behind. Not a huge deal if you only have a few years of it, but a lifetime's worth?
To be fair, being called gay was an insult, too. I was bullied so much, I became fabulous.