It's all about perspective. I consider that my position is normal for a successful descendant of billions of years of evolution, the success being derived from an inner and natural will to survive. For me the big joy in owning an AR 15 was in learning how to build it according to my own tastes, a process which I haven't even finished as other things have come up that I have chosen to do first. I have never shot an AR haven't fired a gun in decades and am pretty tepid, in my opinion, as to having a gun fetish. I like knowing I would not be absolutely and completely totally helpless had I a need and a few weeks to prepare for the Zombie Apocalypse you terrified authoritarians are threatening to create any day now in your attempts to control the actions of other people than get a hold of your own personal terrors. In my opinion it is you that has the gun fetish, your fear of other people owning them as if my right to whatever legal self defense I choose so long as in doing so I do not step on your rights, none of which is a guarantee that I go buck necked to the shower room because you fear I might shoot you. Your view is that others must be controlled so you can feel safe. If I had your attitude I would hunt you down and shoot you for the danger you represent to my sound sleep at night. Take that, you fascist pig.
Which were you referring to, the one I think I am, the one you think I am, or the one I really am.
Simple Simon met a pieman, Going to the fair; Says Simple Simon to the pieman, Let me taste your ware.
Says the pieman to Simple Simon, Show me first your penny; Says Simple Simon to the pieman, Indeed I have not any.
Simple Simon went a-fishing, For to catch a whale; All the water he had got, Was in his mother's pail.
Simple Simon went to look If plums grew on a thistle; He pricked his fingers very much, Which made poor Simon whistle.
He went for water in a sieve But soon it all fell through And now poor Simple Simon Bids you all adieu!