I’ve got a piece in this week’s Official Mercury Pride Guide about shooting with Portland’s gay rights gun group, the Pink Pistols. This is the first paragraph:
“Most gun clubs are for men who like John Wayne or Charlton Heston. They’re for the pussy, football, and beer crowd,” says Pink Pistols member Steve Gilbert, as we’re taking a break from shooting on a sunny Saturday afternoon. “The difference is, we’re more for the dick, shopping, and champagne crowd.”
I believe that’s known as readability, folks. Check it out here. Also:
Then there’s the moral contortionism of the average Portlander (which I sometimes share, but which you might describe as liberal fascism), and which I think is more about being closed minded when it comes to granting others the right to live as they choose.
“In Portland people want to be liberal, which means they’re into the gun-control thing,” says Gilbert. “And so gay people are often considered traitors when they’re interested in guns.”
In other words: Most Portlanders are proud they just elected a gay mayor, but wouldn’t be too concerned if our local gun fanatics were lined up against a wall and shot. Which is why I now realize the Pink Pistols are fucking wonderful, because they shoot holes through such narrow mindedness with glee.
Stir it up. Stir it up. Stir it up. Sorry, did I just write that out loud?