The cop who was helping me yesterday rejoiced at what she called her "last foot chase." The guy had a gun. She was a forty something female, didn't look to be in *that* great shape----I mean, Simon Biles-----but she chased a *much* younger guy down in 80+ degree weather, kitted out in body armor and a polyester uniform, and took his gun away from him without using hers. We chatted. I relayed to her the eerie experience I had just weeks back from Iraq, at the old house, seeing a kid holding a nine mil in the alley, waving it around.
"This country's gone crazy, " she said grimly. I figured I knew where she was heading, and I braced myself for something pro-Trump.
"Everybody's gun crazy," she said. "There's too many guns. Everybody has a gun. It's nuts."