i spent two hours — TWO HOURS — driving around Rockville and surrounding areas today, searching for a quasi-realistic toy gun. not even being particularly picky, just a toy gun that wasn’t from Space Capades or whatever ridiculous outer space made-up thing they devised to sell children on products.
the ONLY place i found one was at the party supply store, in their halloween section. it was a western rifle, or i could get a police pistol. they also had an inflatable camo machine gun.
that was it. not even a squirt or BB gun to be found that didn’t look like it belonged to a Storm Trooper.
gee, i’m so glad we, as a society, have managed to take away one of the simplest toys children could have, and have had, for years. and yet, this hasn’t seemed to solve our youth violence problems. hmm. d’ya think, maybe, it’s not about toy guns, and more about responsible parenting and moral (not religious, necessarily) upbringing? maybe???
or it just could be i’m pissed off because a toy gun SEEMED like such an easy thing to find.
bastards.
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Maybe you should just get a real one. I hear that's pretty easy...
we have discussed that at the office. the M4 and AKM would prolly be harder, but the Remington 870, being a rifle, would prolly be pretty easy to get a permit for...
you know, this gets me to wondering why criminals don't paint the tips of their weapons orange to fake out the 5-0?
The... rising cost of... paint?
the recession has taken its toll on all of us, it's true. why, even the most affluent of pimps can't seem to afford the luxurious feathers and velour, maribou and fur trim they used to wear... it's a sad day for pimp fashion, and america.
You know, I wanted to see the Space Capades, but it was too much, so I saw the Ice Capades instead. But the Jello Scapades were better.
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