I wouldn't say it's easy. Guns are expensive. Plus background checks. Transfer fee if you get one shipped to an FFL.
I'm a Christian, and I look at the whole thing and think "Why not both?"
Why does it always have to be a zero sum gain with you retards?
Bullet Tooth Tony: So, you are obviously the big dick. The men on the side of ya are your balls. Now there are two types of balls. There are big brave balls, and there are little mincey faggot balls.
Vinny: These are your last words, so make them a prayer.
Bullet Tooth Tony: Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision, but they are not clever. They smell pussy and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old pussy, and have brought your two little mincey faggot balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties muddled up. There's no pussy here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You are shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with you. And the fact that you've got "Replica" written down the side of your guns...
[Zoom in on the side of Sol's gun, which indeed has "REPLICA" etched on the side; zoom out, as they sneak peeks at the sides of their guns]
Bullet Tooth Tony: And the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle point five O"...
[Withdraws his gun and puts it on the table]
Bullet Tooth Tony: Written on the side of mine...
[They look, zoom in on the side of his gun, which indeed has "DESERT EAGLE .50" etched on the side]
Bullet Tooth Tony: Should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now... Fuck off!
There'a lot to unpack in that movie. I don't think the director / producer / writers meant to say all of it.
I remember when Rush reviewed it back in the day. He said "this is you. This is how Hollywood sees you." He wasn't praising the film. He was stating that it is a propaganda piece, which it is.
We are supposed to conclude that all "right-wingers" are this guy - mentally unstable, liable to fly off the handle and kill people at any moment. We are supposed to watch it, feel guilty for being frustrated with how there's now "no country for old men (another GREAT film)", and conclude in the end, like he did, that WE'RE the bad guy. Society has changed too much, and we're the bad guys now if we object.
Now, the message that was unintended. This guy resonates with people on the alt-right, with good reason. He IS us, in the sense that he's a hard working guy, who has had his country stolen from him while he is helpless to stop it. Until finally, he is rendered "obsolete". He has had immigrants move in. He has seen his town transformed by crime, which comes with the immigration. We see a black guy who lost his job. Black people got screwed too. Too few seem to blame the people who did it to them. Bankers. Not white people. His life has been ruined by a woman. No fault divorce has screwed fathers, broken the family. An endless parade of inept bureaucrats, from the guys "fixing" the street to the smirking college kid telling us we can't have breakfast because you're 5 minutes late to the Burger Mart. All these people taking power away from us, telling us to shut up and accept it, because of some vague notion of "the common good." But really it's death by a thousand cuts.
Then there's the Nazi. We are supposed to see those two together and conclude, like the meme "It's the same picture." That's what they're doing - creating a moral equivalency. It doesn't really land though. I see an allegory there of what we on the alt-right face every day - these retarded StormFags. And like that guy, they like us until they find out we don't love Hitler, or hate Jews like they do, and then they rage at us. That one scene illustrates the dilemma of the alt-right: what to do with the got danged StormFags. We have no common ground with those guys. Mostly we just want to reclaim our power. We don't particularly hate any group, although we'll beat them with a bat if they don't keep their distance. Mostly we want to be left alone. Left alone, to work our job, raise our kids, not have every thing stolen from us.
The retiring cop, I think, represents the other side. He's the decent man. A man who has tried to do right, and gets emasculated and disrespected at every turn. Because he doesn't need to curse. Because he's older. Because he was raised to have manners, and decency, and courtesy. Our rude, angry, youth-oriented society hates such men. Like it hates the old and wishes them dead. I identify with that man too. Because he's my father. I can't even imagine how upsetting this all is for him. He would never dream of reacting like Michael Douglas did. But he feels the same frustrations.
All of us feel that pressure, that desire to want to snap, do what that guy did. We hold back because a) we aren't crazy and b) we don't want to go to jail. But we can watch Michael Douglas do it, and empathize. Empathize a lot. Because the movie was prescient. It captured the plight of white, working class and professional men perfectly. The smothering, maddening, assault on our senses and our dignity by a society that has gone mad, and wishes us gone.
The guy is not a hero. But he is emblamatic. And it strikes a chord for all these reasons.
He and the goat become friends?