Talk about your red rag to a bull thing. Which is fine—if you’re a bullfighter (as we are here at TTAG in the symbolically excremental sense of the word). I’m sure there are plenty of young, testosterone-fueled men who are ready, willing and able to defend this aesthetically challenged choice of sartorial splendor to people who find hoplophilia morally offensive. But really guys. Chill. One of the cool things about being into guns: no one has to know. Buy a firearm, treat it with respect, learn how to shoot an ant’s antenna at fifty yards, keep it to yourself, and you too can be the strong silent type. (No ants were harmed in the writing of this metaphor.) If I were GunsAmerica, I’d go for something a bit more subtle. But then no one ever went broke underestimating the yee-haw-i-tude of the average firearms enthusiast.