Just for grins, I’ve decided to reduce my thought on the Gun Control argument to a conversation between cavemen.
Boz: Grok! You must give up bow. It dangerous. Crazy-eyes kill all of Bag-of-Cats Clan!
Grok: What that got to do with Grok? Grok not kill no one.
Boz: Grok not need bow. Bow dangerous. Grok give up bow.
Grok: Grok need bow.
Boz: What for Grok need bow?
Grok: For hunt.
Boz: Grok not hunter. Grok till fields. Hard Rock Clan do hunting for tribe.
Grok: Bunnies eat crops in field. Grok kill bunnies. Plus Bunnies are delicious.
Boz: Grok not need hunt. Hard Rock Clan hunt.
Grok: Grok need bow for protection.
Boz: Hard Rock Clan protect.
Grok: Hard Rock Clan not in field when Boz till. Big cat come to field to eat bunnies. Him not mind Grok salad for side dish.
Boz: Grok ever see big cat in fields?
Grok: Once. Not in fields. Far away. But seen tracks and big cat poop in field.
Boz: Hard Rock Clan protect field.
Grok: If Hard Rock Clan got all bows, what happen if Hard Rock Clan think Grok Cave nice or Grok Woman? What Grok do then?
Boz: Hard Rock Clan not do that.
Grok: Pointed-Stick Clan of Far-river tribe do exactly that.
Boz: Not the same. Anyway, what you do against whole Hard Rock Clan? You only one.
Grok: You take bows from others?
Boz: Me start with You.
Grok: Then me not only one.