In the dark days following the collapse of my second marriage, I’d occasionally hire a babysitter and head to Haruki East. I sat at the bar nursing a Jameson, scarfing sushi, reading. Occasionally, I’d put down my book and engage nearby diners in conversation. When the subject of guns came up, I’d keep it light. I saw no profit in arguing with antis, especially in my clean, well-lighted place. One night, a brace of college professors learned of my gun blogging and attacked. “You’re a baby killer!” the Brown prof shouted, slamming his fist on the bar. “You killed those babies at Newtown!” I left before they got physical. But that was it: the stupidest thing I’d ever heard an anti say. You?