Folks like Kimberly Edson (or Zandra Rice-Hawkins, for that matter) would find absolutely no humor in this whatsoever. I thought it amusing:
You may have heard on the news about a Southern California man who was put under 72-hour psychiatric observation when it was found he owned 100 guns and allegedly had 100,000 rounds of ammunition stored in his home. The house also featured a secret escape tunnel.
By Southern California standards, someone owning 100,000 rounds is considered “mentally unstable.”
In Michigan, he’d be called “The last guy still living in Detroit.”
In Arizona, he’d be called “an avid gun collector.”
In Arkansas, he’d be called “a novice gun collector.”
In Utah, he’d be called “moderately well prepared,” but they’d probably reserve judgment until they made sure that he had a corresponding quantity of stored food.”
In Kansas, he’d be “A guy down the road you would want to have for a friend.
In Montana and South Dakota, he’d be called “The neighborhood ‘Go-To’ guy.”
In Idaho, he’d be called “a likely gubernatorial candidate.”
In Georgia, he’d be called “an eligible bachelor.”
In North Carolina, Virginia, Mississippi, Tennessee, Kentucky and South Carolina he would be called “a deer hunting buddy.”
In Texas he’d just be “Bubba, who’s a little short on ammo.”
For the record, I know some folks that would say “100K? What a piker!” After all, a good day at the range, one can easily run through a couple thousand….
