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There's something that's been bothering me about this country lately that never used to--that is, not to this extent. I grew up in the midwest. I'm a Nebraska boy. I've shot, killed, gutted, and skinned my own fauna a few times, and I have negative-zero problem with hunters, hunting, or the love of the great outdoors that inspires people to take up a completely legitimate and even ecologically necessary sport. But there is a perverse aspect of gun culture which has nothing to do with what I just mentioned. Bill Maher did a segment on it recently that set off a few alarm bells: Now, it's simple enough to say that this is a fringe minority of cooks. I may have rubbed shoulders with the kind of guy who rigged his gun safe with dynamite––you know, in case the negro came for his guns at the witching hour––but I wouldn't call him representative. It's the same kind of person who would outfit his pickup bed (which apparently he doesn't need for hauling anything) with a coal-burning apparatus for no other reason than to emit extra carbon into the atmosphere––you know, like, suck on that one climate change science. But let's not get carried away here. I think a general rule of life is if you're going to let a few nutjubs w/ a better-than-even probability of a mental disorder stand in for the majority of otherwise rational people, you're going to find yourself in a sad, dark place. Then I read this Huffington Post editorial. I consider HuffPo to be little better than a tabloid rag most days. It's the kind of 'news' website that features controversies about Miley Cyrus a few inches beneath bombings in Gaza, but I think this writer nailed something fundamentally scary in both form and content. Read on: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/bob-cesca/the-real-enemy-isnt-undoc_b_5638652.html?utm_hp_ref=politics