I grew up in a house full of guns, spent my teenage years with one loaded in the closet, and I have yet to shoot anyone.

I did actually consider borrowing a shotgun and shooting the television while the idiotic laughtrack of a sitcom played, but on second thought considered that a childish and futile gesture. I gave it to my niece on the understanding that it was never to be turned on in my presence. She has lived up to her part of the bargain, although on surprise visits I have found it still warm, with a half-finished plate of food in front of it.:)

When Chet suggests "blowing up the TV", I think he is quoting the John Prine song "Spanish Pipedream" which suggests that we undertake that action, move to the country, build a little home, and feed the children on peaches. (Or was it pizza -- I can't recall. Seems to me that a steady diet of peaches would be dangerous to the bowels of small children)

Apart from blowing up the television (pacifists and anti-explosive types may feel prefer to chuck it out the window, a la Keith Moon) I don't really accept the solution suggested by the dancer in that song. The last thing the countryside needs is more idealistic urbanites annoying the farming folk, although I admit that there are exceptions who fit in very well. You can revise your life and make a difference as much in the city as elsewhere, probably more so, and running away from evil has never in my experience put a stop to it. I think Winston Churchill did more to put down evil than any pacifist I ever met.