So, another day, another headline. This time it's San Diego, a mosque, and a dude named Caleb Vazquez who apparently had a thing for school shooters and Hitler. In 2025, pops handed over a dozen firearms to the authorities because Caleb was clearly cooking up something spicy. But guess what? Didn't stop a damn thing.

Let's break this down for the NPCs in the back: Daddy dutifully followed the script, surrendered the ARs, and probably patted himself on the back for being a good citizen. But the kid was still marinating in Nazi memes and mass shooting manifestos. You can confiscate all the hardware you want, but you can't fix stupid – or evil, or whatever flavor of messed up Caleb was serving.

The real question is, what happened after the gun grab? Did anyone bother to check in on this dude? Did he get therapy? Did he get a stern talking-to about the dangers of Anschluss? Nah. Probably just went back to his basement and downloaded more unhinged content. The system works, folks! (Sarcasm font, obviously.)

This whole situation is a perfect illustration of why red flag laws are just virtue signaling for the perpetually outraged. They're feel-good measures that do absolutely nothing to address the underlying problems. You can't legislate away mental illness. You can't meme away evil. You can't stop someone hellbent on chaos just by taking away their toys.

And let's be honest, the media will milk this for all it's worth. Cue the calls for more gun control, more censorship, more government overreach. But the real solution? Maybe we should start encouraging strong families, personal responsibility, and a healthy dose of skepticism towards authority. But hey, that's just crazy talk.

Meanwhile, the alphabet agencies are probably busy scrubbing Caleb's hard drive and crafting the next narrative. Don't forget to clap for the heroes, everyone! They're doing such a great job.

So, the next time someone tries to sell you on the idea that gun control is the answer, remember Caleb Vazquez. Remember the red flags that were waving like crazy, and remember that nobody actually did anything that mattered.