I often complain on this blog about the Cletii and their casual disregard of the rudiments of gun safety. They make going to gun shows a slightly butt-puckering experience for those with an aversion to being muzzled by people whose trigger fingers behave as though they had magnets in them.
There's only one demographic that could possibly induce a higher pucker factor in me: Imagine Cletii, but with massive bank accounts, an unlimited sense of entitlement, and an unshakable belief that whatever happens is going to be the will of God, so... safety? Meh.
That was my first thought when I saw this gun show. You couldn't pay me to attend an arms expo in the Gulf States. I'd take my first, trembling step through the door into the exhibition hall and then freeze into a slightly-quivering statue, with my eyes fixed and glazed and this scene on an infinite loop in my mind: