My wife’s beloved and jovial grandfather committed suicide with a .38 revolver after a prolonged bout of health issues that left him feeling desperate and dependant on his family for care. My wife’s father finds his dad dead with pistol laying next to him. After the funeral, we’re going through the possessions of the estate, and seeing that pistol laying on the table and watching everyone relive that loss was just terrible.

15 years later, my wife’s father dies of heart issues. Invariably, we find it again amongst her father’s possessions. It compounded the feeling of loss already being felt by the sudden and unexpected death of her father.

My brother-in-law has it now and has already had one stroke. He is petty shitty at taking care of himself and we expect he won’t be around too much longer. My wife and I know we get to revisit that damn gun again. Should it come to us, I’ll melt it with a torch into slag and drop it into a lake to rust into nothing.

I realize that we’re the last ones to know and feel what pain that weapon was at the center of. Our kids weren’t even alive when it was used that way, and they’d likely see it as a family curiosity piece. That said, like our family members, it needs to be put to rest once and for all. It’s been a part of too much pain.

Plan to melt the damn thing down. It has done enough harm.

Been through this. It’s weird.

It’s not that it can’t, it’s that it won’t. SMH

Jesus Christ!

Duly noted, and I appreciate your not relegating my opinion to snorting self-sourced methane expulsions.

The harder notion for me here is that I have been voting since Bush Sr. / Clinton. This toilet keeps spinning faster as we get closer to the drain.

Until recent years, I believed that voting was exercising my rights and fighting the good fight. Maybe I’m jaded, which I think is fair, but I do think, in light of the circus we’ve watched the the past 8 years, that we’ve entered a new arena where violence ultimately is where this is headed. Someone responded here that I have permission to be something other than sad. Unfortunately, I disagree. When the shots ring out in political rage, we’ve effectively lost our civility.

I will reconsider my decision to not vote, but the bitterness might win out.

You may well be correct on all counts.

A question was asked, and I answered honestly from my perspective.

Ok.

Unfettered capitalism has masterfully created a self-serve corporatocracy that filters money straight to the political parties who, in turn, pose puppet leaders in front of the masses to grant a semblance of choice. No good will come of this “Weekend at Bernie’s” farce of an election. Under current auspices, only more greed, lies, and violence are to follow.

Sorry, disenfranchisement and apoplexy are all that remain.

Betty wHGHt?

bruh…

Having spent my early life as a hunter, I can only say that when I was in the woods alone, my imagination would turn to shit like this unprovoked. It took a long time and training to keep my brain from freaking me out.

Meth lab oompa loompa is the best new meme I’ve seen in a long, long while.

We prefer you call him The Great Pumpkin, thank you.

That’s awesome!

Here’s my Starry Night inspired creation. It’s hanging in my office. 😁

This is the best showerthought I’ve seen in ages.

I think I’m going to like it here!