Halfway through reading this, I couldn't help myself from thinking back to my childhood, and having a father who refused to let me own a bright, colorful, yellow and neon-green Super Soaker 50 because, in his words "it's training kids on using guns and I wont have my son grow up to be a murderer", plus all sorts of histrionics from the 90's about how {video games | violent movies | hip-hop } are desensitizing kids to violence and turning us all into brutal psychopaths.<p>He had diddly-squat to say when I enlisted in the military and went on to serve with the same unit he did in the 60's and 70's.<p>Not sure what that says about me, my old man, or Vice, or the three of us, bit it was a powerful trip down an annoying stretch of memory lane.