I couldn't care less.
Nobody knew where he got the gun. And nobody knew how he got it. But that was of no importance now. Because he had the gun. And the others didn't. And he was pointing it in their faces. And he was right. And they felt wrong. And scared. And he was right.
He wanted the answers. Political answers. Religious answers. Personal answers. They couldn't give any answers. They had none. They were useless. He had to throw them away.