The 70's were turbulent times, sure. But on an individual level, have you ever shot a gun? Although I've never owned one, I shot an automatic weapon a few times in the Air Force. There have been many times where I would have enjoyed shooting something inanimate, but never to wound or  take a life. The story I'm about to tell was documented in a comic book called "Fu**t Up", which I will attempt to dredge up on the Interwebs  Real Soon Now, since I haven't found my copy of it to share.
 
Paul, a highly-talented drummer, tattooed ex-Marine got home after a  long and grueling rehearsal with a bunch of guys who couldn't read  music. He started talking to his wife, who was watching "Let's Make a  Deal". After a few attempts to get her attention, he went into the bedroom and came back out with a hand gun. The wife looked absolutely terrified, Paul fired several rounds in to Monty on the tube, silencing the latter forever, albeit not the former. One wonders what the rest of the conversation was like?