My uncle worked for a publishing company that published all kinds of magazines including guns n ammo, and some other more specific one for mercs though I can’t remember the name. And I’ve met a LOT of those psychos back then. It doesn’t really take much more than an accusation to get them going from 0-100. But yeah my grandparents had money and took us on big, expensive trips about every 6 months. 3x to NYC, 3X fishing trips to Alaska, 2X trips to Norway/Sweden, 2x to London, 1x to Paris, Berlin, new Orleans, Grand canyon, Everglades etc. More than enough for those whackos. Honestly, exposure to those guys is probably a big part in why I joined the army before I grew more as a person and learned empathy.
Edit: as a young kid I remember hearing conversations about things such as “best thing to decapitate someone with” and “funniest death” that’s not who I wanted to be when I joined the army or anything, but I wanted to be a hero. I wanted to save people who couldn’t save themselves, and had delusional ideals that we were the good guys and I could save good people by hurting bad people. It wasn’t about idolizing those people, I knew they were crazy even when I was a kid. Just an explanation that it wasn’t about some fucked up fantasy or something.
My uncle worked for a publishing company that published all kinds of magazines including guns n ammo, and some other more specific one for mercs though I can’t remember the name. And I’ve met a LOT of those psychos back then. It doesn’t really take much more than an accusation to get them going from 0-100. But yeah my grandparents had money and took us on big, expensive trips about every 6 months. 3x to NYC, 3X fishing trips to Alaska, 2X trips to Norway/Sweden, 2x to London, 1x to Paris, Berlin, new Orleans, Grand canyon, Everglades etc. More than enough for those whackos. Honestly, exposure to those guys is probably a big part in why I joined the army before I grew more as a person and learned empathy.
Edit: as a young kid I remember hearing conversations about things such as “best thing to decapitate someone with” and “funniest death” that’s not who I wanted to be when I joined the army or anything, but I wanted to be a hero. I wanted to save people who couldn’t save themselves, and had delusional ideals that we were the good guys and I could save good people by hurting bad people. It wasn’t about idolizing those people, I knew they were crazy even when I was a kid. Just an explanation that it wasn’t about some fucked up fantasy or something.