Yes, all of it. You see, it is logically inconsistent that we should live in a world where guns just go off willy nilly of their own volition, and yet, my dishwasher has never once spontaneously done the dishes.
Not. Even. Once.
It’s a travesty of epic proportions. Clearly there is some kind of rip in the space time continuum.
My vacuum cleaner? It just sits silently in the closet. It was designed for one purpose and one purpose alone and yet it stubbornly refuses to perform this action without outside intervention.
Something must be done. Either that, or I want to move to the parallel universe where the laundry just cleans itself. Or maybe the one where feral irons invade my closet to eradicate wrinkles.
Surely we could engineer just the right rift in space and time to pick and chose which inanimate objects would spontaneously do what they were designed to do.
Or maybe, just maybe, much like my lazy good-for-nothing vacuum, guns don’t just go off on their own. Nah. It couldn’t be that simple.