He reaches into my holster and pulls my gun out. I'm looking in the barrel of my own gun - he's got it in both hands one foot away from my stomach.

The Northeast is staring down the barrel of a gun.

You don't spread democracy with a barrel of a gun.

I had two strikes, and I'm just looking to get the barrel on it and make something happen. I was able to get my arms extended, and good things happen when you put yourself in a good hitting position.

If I lived back in the wild west days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like "Hey, look. He's carrying a soldering iron!" and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could just say, "That's right, it's a soldering iron. The soldering iron of justice." Then everybody would get real quiet and ashamed, because they had made fun of the soldering iron of justice, and I could probably hit them up for a free drink.

Genes load the gun, and environment pulls the trigger. These people who are genetically disposed to anorexia nervosa may be more sensitive to those environmental triggers, like dieting after seeing a fashion magazine.