Lets shoot somebody

What a simple elegant solution, just shoot your problem. If you are the problem point the gun at your head, pull the trigger, and your problem is solved.  If your neighbor's dog comes in your yard, just shoot the dog problem solved, maybe not. Now the neighbor is pissed and comes to shoot you.  He does. His problem is solved.  One you have guns sold like WD-40 people will use them like WD-40. Guns work on everything.  That rabbit eating your carrots, shoot it.  That guy stealing your car, shoot him.  What other product can instantly solve so many problems. What we need to do is put guns in vending machines. Who knows when you might need to solve a problem.  What if you go in a store and the clerk is being robbed but you forgot your gun?  If you could go to a vending machine and buy a ten dollar gun, problem solved.  The NRA has it right, the problem is everyone does not have a gun, but they should. Guns are like life jackets, you need to wear one all the time, you never  know when your boat will spring a leak.  Of course there will be mistakes. Of course there will be children who get hold of the guns, but that is a small price to pay for such a simple elegant solution to almost all social problems. Guns solved the problem in the Civil War, guns solved the problems in World War One, World War Two, Vietnam, Iran, Iraq, China, Russia, Germany, and on it goes.  Once you get a problem solver, what you need is a bigger problem solver. So if Willy has a one shot, you get a double barrelled shot gun.  If Willy has one you get a six shooter.  If the cops have six shooters you get an assault rifle.  A bigger explosion always solves the problem.  Japan and the United States had a problem, we solved it with a huge explosion.  Explosions are great solutions.  The question is how long do solutions with explosions last.  Unfortunately the explosion solution always seems to lead to more and bigger explosions later.

Maybe there is a different approach. Maybe we could go to the neighbor and see if he is a reasonable man.  Maybe he does not know his dog is destroying my grass. Maybe his dog is a hunting dog. Maybe I could tell him I will take his dog for a walk. Maybe when I walk his dog it flushes a pheasant. Maybe I have my shotgun along. Maybe I don't have any dinner.  Maybe I solve the problem with a gun. I shoot my dinner.  Now we got a dead pheasant, a happy dog, a happy neighbor, and I have dinner. The moral of the story is to shoot the right thing.