Dear Gun-Grabbers,

I am not you. When discussing firearms and gun control with me, it would be in your best interest to remember that small detail. What you would do in a certain situation is not necessarily what others would.

If you carried a weapon and someone scared you by shouting "Boo!", you might turn and shoot them, but I would not. For I am not you.

If someone takes your parking space, that might be all the justification you need to commit murder, but not me. For I am not you.

You might purchase large objects to compensate for inadequately sized genitalia, but I have no such need. For I am not you.

You may voluntarily relinquish responsibility for protecting yourself and your family to some police officer or governmental agency, but I prefer to take care of myself. For I am not you.

You may allow inanimate objects to overwhelm your own free will during times of stress and anger and choose violence as a first resort in ending an argument, but I choose discourse and if not successful, recuse myself from the debate. For I am not you.

You may consider owning a firearm as some sort of talisman that grants you immortality, instilling in you a sense of duty to seek out danger, but I have no such illusions of my place in society. For I am not you.

Where you see a machine capable of only death and destruction, I see a device that gives hope to a ninety pound woman faced with a two-hundred fifty pound rapist or to a single man defending his own against a group of thugs. For I am not you.

So please stop with all the projection. I am not crazy. I am not blood thirsty. I am not willing to give up my rights to stop you from exercising yours.

In short, I am not you.