The insanity of America’s regionally-fetishistic gun culture is breathtaking. Personally, growing up in the US Nothheast, I never ever saw a gun, nor did I know anyone who owned one or used one, among all of my classmates and friends spanning from kindergarten right up through university. That’s just the section of the country where I come from. A little bit more rational, you could say.
But there are various swatches of the American landscape for which gun ownership is a matter of identity more than utility, power more than usefulness, protection rather than service.
Here is a children’s baseball game in held in one of them good ol’ gun friendly states:
