Give THAT Guy a Gun!
A guy. Mostly a guy. Black, white, Latino. Not so much Asian but, hey, why not?
Feeling small. Marginalized by someone. Seeking affirmation and validation without the effort it takes to accomplish much. Desperate for attention and angry that no one pays much. Very aware of the bizarre anti-guy strain of rhetoric. Still doesn’t really understand what “cis” or “queer” means. Maybe a job but it pays just enough to keep the water up to his chin but no lower. The guy primarily uses the internet to watch porn and commiserate with other sad, angry guys out in the world.
He feels invisible, pointless, and without any genuine reason to get out of bed in the morning except to continue the cycle of merely surviving in a society that has communicated that he is disposable and generally unwanted. The narcissism of victimhood permeates him like stale sweat—it’s always someone else’s fault he can’t quite get ahead, get that coin, make that impact. It may be a woman or all women. It may be other guys with differing melatonin levels or cultural costumes. It may be an “ism.” Whatever the case, he takes no responsibility for his hopeless plight because it must be someone else’s doing.
Let’s give that guy a weapon designed to kill another human being. Great fucking idea.
