Busy on other stuff, so won’t have time to post in depth over the next week. But in the meanwhile, here’s everything you need to know about guns:
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This guy is really funny! And he destroys the pro-gun arguments with his humor.
Heh, this guy is funny as hell.
And he’s right.
I own several firearms. A .44 magnum Ruger revolver, a .45 Auto, also a Ruger, a .303Br Enfield rifle, a Savage 30-30 rifle and a Mossberg 550 12 Ga. The revolver I’ve used to fetch two deer, the .303 hangs on a wall with a bayonet and no firing pin, the 30-30 was an inheritance that I’ve never personally fired, as the bolt is super tight and it took me nearly 5 hours to get the damn thing apart and clean the green shit out of the barrel. Swab after swab after swab and that was after leaving the Nitro soaking in the grooves for 2 hours and brushing the fuck out of it. I don’t want to fire that one until I’ve had a good gunsmith give it a real going over.
I like shooting, dammit. I’m good at it. That being said, firearms are not toys, and I know too many damn people who treat them as such. They come home from work and throw their 9mm on the dresser with the car keys and spare change and don’t think another thing about it until they pack up to go to work again the next day. There are people who literally have a weapon in every kitchen cupboard, in the fucking refrigerator, in every closet in the house and one in a secret compartment in the headboard of their bed for good measure. I wonder what causes these people to think that a cocaine-fueled gang of Mexican Cartellions is going to storm their house any minute.
An awful lot of these people aren’t wealthy, they don’t feed their kids very well, their kids don’t have terribly nice clothes and the house is showing sings of wear and tear that they cannot afford to mitigate. But they have $40,000 or $50,000 worth of firearms and ammunition in the place, and they think that this is perfectly normal.
It’s fucking weird, man.
The first time I fired a weapon was my grampas old Punt Gun that his dad used to harvest ducks with back in the 1900s. It was pretty much a 4Ga shotgun that had about an 8 foot barrel on it. I was seven years old, and even with a little pillow between my armpit and the stock, it slammed me so hard I couldn’t move my arm and my ears were ringing for a week. My mom had a shit fit, and never really did forgive my Uncle for that. All I did was lay on the stock and pull the trigger. Blasted a watermelon into little bits of mush with it. What that did though, was teach me a very healthy respect for what firearms do.
Right now, the situation exists where we have a huge number of people in this country, who are perfectly legal in their possession of firearms, who have absolutely no business whatsoever being allowed anywhere near anything resembling a weapon of any sort. I count a few of them amongst my friends. People I grew up with. People who have fallen into this weird mindset of needing to be ready at all times of day and night for an eminent attack that just isn’t realistic.
I know that with those people, that the reality of the fact that their obsession with the Second Amendment is extremely unhealthy, and poses a serious danger to themselves and the people around them, like their kids. It’s far too easy to get one’s hands on a firearm that can kill 25 people in under a minute without needing to be reloaded.
Twice in my life I’ve seen weapons fired in anger. Once was the San Francisco Police downing a crazy black dude who was walking down Broadway Ave with a machete and smashing storefront windows with it, the second was when my buddy’s wife yanked his .357 out of the holster on his belt and shot him in the ass with it after he tried to stop her from driving drunk when we were up in Skagit County on a shooting/camping/yahoos-in-the-woods trip. The round went right through his left butt cheek and made a fucking godawful mess.
“Oohh, but it’s for just in case!”
In case of what? Your crazy bitch wife shooting you in the ass again?
Yeah, the police should be the only ones who have guns.