If the authorities are reading this, I want them to know that I am not at all disgruntled. I am as gruntled as gruntled can be. If ever I feel my gruntle ebbing, even the slightest little bit, I promise I will seek help and not act out, okay?
(Okay, look, if somebody's obviously gearing up to take their lunch hour atop a clock tower, it may be a good idea to keep an eye on them. But there had better be more meat to this story than "He was fired and he owned guns," because if that was all it took, they could throw half of Elkhart, Indiana in the back of a paddy wagon.)