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CaptFun
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I don’t own a gun.
I have fired some … in fun. We called it plinking. Go out to the desert. Fire at distant tin cans or the designated target of choice. Make a campfire. Have a meal. Go home.
But they make me nervous.
This lady and this ad have changed me a bit.
http://16004-presscdn-0-50.pagely.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/black-woman-nra.jpg
The last note I got was possibly a prank to disturb my sleep (which WORKED).
On the pillow of the guest bed was a cryptic note: If you NEED it … there’s a loaded gun in the dresser drawer next to your bed).![Eek! :eek: :eek:](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f631.png)
That night a big cat (I later found) jumped onto his rock roof from off the low lying hillside. It sounded like (and were) FOOTSTEPS. The motion light on the porch went ON! A large shadow went by.
I found myself standing in the hallway in my underwear clutching the pistol that seemed to implore:
Shoot me! SHOOOOOT MEEEEE!
I didn’t. Soon I saw the big cat and figured things out. Did not get to sleep that night anyhow.
Still this ad has me rethinking things per gun ownership.
Where OTHER people are concerned anyhow.
Hope that dear old lady got that SHOOT ME gun in fact.![ROFL :rotfl: :rotfl:](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f923.png)
I have fired some … in fun. We called it plinking. Go out to the desert. Fire at distant tin cans or the designated target of choice. Make a campfire. Have a meal. Go home.
But they make me nervous.
This lady and this ad have changed me a bit.
http://16004-presscdn-0-50.pagely.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/black-woman-nra.jpg
“I’m a good person. I never bothered anybody.
But I can’t afford a nice house in a safe neighborhood. I live in a government high-rise.
“Gangbangers and drug dealers walk down our halls every day. My neighbors and I were scared. We called the police. But they can’t keep us safe.
Some of us are too afraid to even leave our apartments.
But the housing authority told me, if bought a gun to protect myself, they’d throw me to the streets.
If I’m not free because of my address today. What makes you think you’ll be free tomorrow?”
“I marched behind Martin Luther King at Selma. I know my rights. Now I have my gun.
I am the National Rifle Association of America and I’m freedom’s safest place.
Once I stayed overnight at a friends’ place (he was an LA fireman and not at home so he left me notes all over his house with how to lock up etc.).
The last note I got was possibly a prank to disturb my sleep (which WORKED).
On the pillow of the guest bed was a cryptic note: If you NEED it … there’s a loaded gun in the dresser drawer next to your bed).
![Eek! :eek: :eek:](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f631.png)
That night a big cat (I later found) jumped onto his rock roof from off the low lying hillside. It sounded like (and were) FOOTSTEPS. The motion light on the porch went ON! A large shadow went by.
I found myself standing in the hallway in my underwear clutching the pistol that seemed to implore:
Shoot me! SHOOOOOT MEEEEE!
![Grinning face with big eyes :smiley: 😃](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f603.png)
Still this ad has me rethinking things per gun ownership.
Where OTHER people are concerned anyhow.
Hope that dear old lady got that SHOOT ME gun in fact.
![ROFL :rotfl: :rotfl:](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f923.png)