One of my brothers got a gun, and I was there Christmas day and he had it on the table in the den. And there was extended family there with little kids, well, they are his wife's family, so what do I care? Except I knew if one of them started playing with that gun there was a bullet with my name on it. That's exactly what would happen. So I yelled at him, and then his wife got going on him, but he did say it's unloaded. And I was like, sure where have I heard that before? But either way, the box of bullets was right there! He did apologize and put it away and admit I was right.
Then his sister-in-law got started. Oh, his ears were set to ringing and a big fight ensued. But the gun was away so I didn't care anymore, and was just sipping my drink watching. I thought to myself "Am I not entertained?" Which I was.
Anyway, that's my gun story. I have assorted hooligans in my family, you know, MAGA types, and I accept them. They're good to me, and so far, they haven't shot me. But only family. Anyone outside of immediate family gets cut off. No guns, no MAGA's. That's the rule. If down the road someone in my family does shoot me, then I will update the rule.