Guys, I have found a way to put the disease into a kind of remission. It only works if you have one or two ARs already though.
It's called training.
This is the new beast that must be fed. I can't get enough. It's like I woke up one day during a combative pistol class and realized that what I thought was up, was really down. Then I was doing shooting on the move in a carbine class and I could literally feel the planets align. There was peace and harmony in the universe.
My only desire is to keep my ARs running, and to maintain sufficient ammo to continue my training schedule. Things like good lube took on new signifigance. Cool guy gear was falling to the wayside like chaff from wheat.
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night screaming "Frontsight, Press, Follow up!". I am haunted by the buzzing of the timer. My thumbs have grown swollen and look like they would belong to a Gorilla from constantly stuffing a few more rounds into mags that never seem to stay full.
"Some day this war is gonna end."