sandy
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I recently saw "The Departed" on DVD, and its ending scene is basically a rapid execution of every major character. An elevator opens, and a guy is shot in the head. The second guy in the elevator peers out, and just as he's about to get shot, the shooter gets it from around the corner. The two remaining guys look at each other, almost allies,and start to look at cleaning up the mess when one of them rapidly raises his gun and shoots the other in the head. In another two scenes, that last guy gets executed as well. It all happens so fast that you are left breathless.
As someone who carries a gun daily, and OCs frequently, this is a disturbing reminder of what I could do if I were a psychopath, or what I might find myself up against if I'm in the wrong place at the very wrong time. It makes me look at a gun and say "Holy smokes :uhoh:, in less than a half secondsomeonecould whip one of these implements of death out and spray my brain all over that wall."
If I am awed by the power and potential horror of such a simple tool, I can only wonder how uncomfortable others might be to see me, a stranger, carrying a gun in the supermarket. Maybe a scene like this, from a gory Scorsese film, is what they think of first. No wonder some of them are scared.
It doesn't really change anything. I'll still OC, but it got me thinking.
Have you seen The Departed yet?
--Sandy (WA)
I recently saw "The Departed" on DVD, and its ending scene is basically a rapid execution of every major character. An elevator opens, and a guy is shot in the head. The second guy in the elevator peers out, and just as he's about to get shot, the shooter gets it from around the corner. The two remaining guys look at each other, almost allies,and start to look at cleaning up the mess when one of them rapidly raises his gun and shoots the other in the head. In another two scenes, that last guy gets executed as well. It all happens so fast that you are left breathless.
As someone who carries a gun daily, and OCs frequently, this is a disturbing reminder of what I could do if I were a psychopath, or what I might find myself up against if I'm in the wrong place at the very wrong time. It makes me look at a gun and say "Holy smokes :uhoh:, in less than a half secondsomeonecould whip one of these implements of death out and spray my brain all over that wall."
If I am awed by the power and potential horror of such a simple tool, I can only wonder how uncomfortable others might be to see me, a stranger, carrying a gun in the supermarket. Maybe a scene like this, from a gory Scorsese film, is what they think of first. No wonder some of them are scared.
It doesn't really change anything. I'll still OC, but it got me thinking.
Have you seen The Departed yet?
--Sandy (WA)