Well, there was going to be a blog about what bullets taste like, and it was going to start with a mock complaint:
Thank you fascists, blocking scientific progress yet again
and a rant about how the local authorities had stopped us testing bullets because of so-called safety concerns, and a whinge about the nanny-state, and how regulation forces bullet tasting underground. Bullets would turn out to be crunchy and bit peppery, because they add spice to life.
My poor attempts at satire are inappropriate, yet again, in wake of another peace-time massacre. Its not my country, perhaps not my place to say anything, and what do these few words read by even less people mean in the face of so much suffering.
I live in a country that has many failings. We are a capitalist, mixed economy, which is muddling along, and has weathered the various incarnations of the GFC pretty well. If an American was to visit, and of course many do, I doubt that they would feel that we were much in danger of being overtaken by either communists or fascists, or that the populace was particularly oppressed. We have a good standard of living, low inflation, low unemployment, clean-ish air, and a whole lot of things we could do better. We also have what they would probably call socialized medicine, and strict gun controls. Those two things make our lives better, not worse, and are not sending us on the way to being North Korea. I know its not something I can convince anyone of, but if you lived it, you would see that it was true. The gun fetish in particular can only be described as weird, to outside observers.
Guns don’t kill people. Mostly, its the bullets.