Buy Me One.

My brother, in a professionally related tirade, asked me today if I "have a gun I can borrow so I can blow my brains out?"  I love my brother and I do not want him hurt in any way, even as he's forced to localize the Mexico flood story in a journalistic act of borderline racial profiling.  So I sent him a device that would only place him in danger if he was a delicious quarter pound of ground beef.  Zing!  Boom!

Thanks, Gizmodo.