by Pierre Escargot,
Nihilistic French Artist/Gun Rights Supporter

     Ah, cruel fate - she is a cold, indifferent bitch.  One day you are here, buying wine for your children and the next you are struck by a bus as you leave a Jerry Lewis film festival.  C'est la vie.  Life is meaninglessness and death.  The only thing gained by gun control is the illusion of security.  It does nothing to stop death from eventually taking you and all you hold dear.  What is the point in restricting firearms when the sun will one day die out, casting the earth in darkness eternal?  That is the only possible end for all that man has done and shall ever do, and you want to talk about assault weapons?  Don't make me smirk.

     While men sit and debate gun control, God laughs, that heartless bastard.  Go ahead and take all the guns, if you think it will help.  Will you also take all the hurricanes, droughts, famines, plagues and baguettes so hard they could kill a man?  Plan, plan, plan, but the only plan of consequence is the Master Plan, wherein all is death and all hope is a lie.
     But, of course, if gun control is a hopeless charade, then all of man's laws are shameful travesties.  If our laws serve us at all, they do so by occupying our time as we stave off our growing ennui in this cold and indifferent universe.