As a culture, we have become so disassociated from reality that we are to the point where even though men, women and children are mowed down in schools, movie theaters and streets by nut jobs with assault weapons, we rush to defend the right to own these absolutely inessential weapons constructed with the sole purpose of shredding human flesh as efficiently as possible, and cite shaky-at-best interpretations of the Second Amendment as justification.
That's disassociation.
These loud, certain voices never look at the puddles of spilled life on the ground, they never see the mayhem wrought from easy access to weapons of the mass's destruction, never see the families destroyed, never acknowledge those obliterated potentials, never hear the cries of terror and wails of grief. They are disassociated to the point of certifiable sociopathy. Never taking a step back, never looking inward or outward, these lost souls are dedicated to preserving their identities as weapons themselves, having long ago jettisoned any empathy for other human beings, and becoming utterly and fatally disassociated from life.
And naturally, they are disassociated from the cold reality that the very presence of this kind of thinking can only and ever result in carnage.
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But I suppose you might think you need to rise up with your long gun against the gummit's tanks, missiles, smart bombs; and in your anger against O'Bummer become a smear of pink on the street. I guess I understand now.
