So, this weekend I smoked some pork, took the kids to the park, visited family, did a bit of shopping, etc. There was a gun on my hip pretty much the entire time. Nothing happened.
I didn’t shoot anyone trying to get my prescription from the pharmacy (which, is a damned good place to carry), I didn’t rob the bank when I went in to make a withdrawal, I didn’t pop a cap in the barber’s ass for cutting the back square instead of a fade. It’s almost like the argument that ‘having a gun will make you kill at the drop of a hat’ is nothing but a lie.
As a slight tangent, my carrying of the 5.11 XPRT folding knife has raised a few eyes here at supermegacorporatation. The blade on my Leatherman? Not even worth a second notice. Both of which can stab, both of which sport an edge that could slice through flesh, but because one flicks open and is black, it is more of a ‘weapon’ in people’s minds. So, I try not to flick the 5.11 open around others. And it reminds me each and every time how much better life is with a good folder.
It’d be great if we could get the vast majority of the populace to understand that for an object to be a weapon it requires the intent of a human being and that anything can be a weapon, so why worry so much about how a particular tool looks?
The life of a gunny is boring, regardless what the anti-rights bigots would have you believe.