Not so much now, since the only other "gun person" in the office is mostly interested in hunting and hunting arms, no so much in politics and the like.
Previous position, gun conversations were frequent. They ranged from debating the guy who owned guns, but felt that everyone who had one should be required to get a license from the government and carry a $1,000,000.00 insurance policy BEFORE getting one; to discussions about hunts and "Watch this & hold my beer" moments.
Best one though occured in one of the cold rooms we used. I was training D1 on the finer points of prepping/loading/washing/eluting the 30 liter column we used to capture the product in Purification. D2 and V joined us for their tasks.
V = Typical half crazy, "Hold my beer..." fellow. Life long interest in guns.
D1 = Noob, just in from Massachusetts. Afraid of guns.
D2 = Big, LOUD scary looking dude out of nightmares, really a teddy-bear most of the time. Life long interest in guns.
Your's truely = average looking/sized, the groups volatile looose-cannon. Recent interest in guns at the time.
D2 starts tallking about his last hunting trip for wild boar and the rifle he used. I can see D1 getting nervous. V pipes in about one of his exploits that involved getting into a minor gun-fight with persons unknown (might have been fiction, but knowing V it was 'prolly true). D1 gets a little pale. I comment on the stupidity of gun laws in general and quote some Churchill in relation to confiscation talk that was running around the 'Net at the time. D1 gets REALLY pale and makes a remark about working with a bunch of serial killers. V laughs out loud and makes a caustic remark about hiding bodies while D2 and I start debating which is better for dissolving bodies, lye or sulfuric acid.
I thought D1 was gonna mess his pants at that point, since D2, V and I were all between him and the exit of the cold room.
But the supervisor came by to take D1 away for his meth assay training (methhemoglobin, not methamphetamine) and spoiled our fun.