Guns were designed for competition and target shooting.
In all seriousness, the only object I can think of that was
specifically designed to kill people, and only people, is the sword. Yeah, you can use it to hunt, cut steak, bread, and use as a rotisserie, but its most effective use (and its original intent) was to effectively maim/kill a person when in the hands of a trained user (or untrained, albeit not as well).
Swords also carry that mystical property that guns have--it's the property that brings them above the ranks of the everyday hammers, screwdrivers, and pliers. Guns and swords can have some of the most ornate decoration ever seen and still be able to perform their intended duty flawlessly. Regular tools such as a hammer or air compressor do not lend themselves to scrollwork, inlays of gold, and/or pearl/rosewood/pau ferro grips. The same applies to cars. People spend hours and hours and thousands of dollars modifiying their cars (although some have no taste
) and such. Not often to lawnmowers.
My point? Whether trained in Western Medieval sword combat or Easter Samurai theory, whether you shoot only AR-15s or only Black Powder smoothbores, whether you love your 1910 Ford or your 2005 Audi, these things all have one thing in common--when used, the "tool" becomes a part (an extension rather) of your body and mind. I know that sounds like a cheesy New Age thing to say, but you know what I'm talking about. The amount of concentration (whether you still recognize it or not depending on how long you've done it) is astounding... while driving at 75 mph down I-35, you have to keep yourself focused on the road. While lining up the sights on a target 200-300 yards away, a single itch will ruin everything if you let it. From talking with a few friends that fence, the experienced fighter will know he will lose 3 moves before it officially happens, because of how well the fighter can gauge his own reactions.
The reason people get into these sports is that though there's always an outside competitor, whether it's the guy in the lane next to you (at the range or on the track) or the one standing in front of you, these guys leave at the end of the day, leaving the serious competitor with his greatest enemy: himself. Only when mind control/telepathic sports are invented will that change.
These people take pride in the fact that with every hour, every
minute of training, they are constantly becoming better and better than they once were. To show this pride, they often can display the love of their discipline through art; and what better place to show it than on the artificial enxtension of their souls--the car, the sword, or the gun?
I forgot where I was going with all of this...
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