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Sheeniac
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I have a question about that: why?I don’t know about the repairmen but my friends and relatives don’t carry guns either. And as for the nieghbors I can control them from getting in. If I have to err I will assume they are carrying one and simply not let them in. Why this sudden air of superiority about those who carry guns?
I had an anti-gun friend stay at my house from out of town. He asked if I had any guns, I said yes. He somewhat jokingly said that maybe he should have stayed at a hotel. I gave a somewhat snotty reply that I had spoken with my gun, and told it not to sneak out and kill him.
My gun will not “misfire” and “accidentally” kill someone. I think most ‘accidents’ occur when the basic rules of safe firearm handling aren’t being followed.
It’s almost like those against guns believe them to be a tool of Satan, and those who carry/own to be possessed by evil spirits.
I suppose what gets me upset on the thread, and others like it, is that people who know nothing about me take one thing about me and form negative opinions.
Here’s a real life thing that happened that really got me to thinking about making sure I could take care of myself…
My alarm system got messed up one night, and a stealth call was put into Brinks indicating that I had entered a code that meant I was being forced to turn off the alarm. The police called my next door neighbors, and asked them if they could check in on me.
The husband SAID NO.
If the tables were turned, I would have been over there in a heart beat. No - not like John Wayne, maybe more like a little rabbit hopping in the background seeing if I could help the situation.
Why would I use a rabbit instead of Rambo?
Another real life situation - my motion detector in the basement went off late one Sunday night. Repeatedly… and all cats were accounted for. I had my gun, called my stepdad to come over and check it out. It was the middle of winter, and I was sitting in my nightclothes in a winter coat, in my car with the keys in it, doors locked, and garage door open. My gun was loaded, sitting next to me. Had someone come through the door, I would have started the car and backed out at 60 mph.
In case something went wrong in my attempt to flee, I had my gun.
Once my stepdad got there, I was on the phone with Brinks (in case we needed the police). We both went downstairs, and no one was there. (The door had a lock on it, so I felt there was no immediate extreme danger.)
A gun does not change a person into a maniac. I am a cautious person who prefers to evaluate the situation first, and act second. But, if I need the gun, then I want to have it.
For closure’s sake - Brinks came out to examine the motion detector and alarm system. In a big basement, a spider had decided to build a web in front of it, which is why it was going off repeatedly, but randomly.