I just got back from a gun shop. What a
weird feeling....
Rifles lined the walls. There were
enough to supply a few hundred soldiers. Hundreds more pistols filled
the display cases. It was so busy that I had to take a number to
speak to someone. This is one of the few places on earth where I am
so totally out of my element. Realistically, I shouldn't be this way.
My family consists of a long line of
hunters. Generations have stories to tell about shooting this or
that. I didn't carry that gene on though.
My thoughts on hunting were always a
bit different. Where all the talk was of “saving the animals from
starvation”, mine was that, as a sport, it had nothing to offer me.
The advantages all seemed to be stacked in the human's favor.
Powerful weapons that can bring down almost any creature. Scopes that
allow the “sportsman” to kill something from hundreds of yards
away, the beast never knowing what hit them. Clothing that blends
into the background. It just isn't a fair fight in my eyes. Take a
sharpened stick into the woods and bring back a bear, THAT would be a
challenge....
Anyway....
Even though it's not my thing, I
respect the choices of folks who love it. I was talking to a man at
the store while I was waiting and you could see the pride in his eyes
when he talked about his abilities. Hitting a target at 500 yards is
something I am sure a regular Joe (or Tom) couldn't do. I understood
his desire to know more about his sport and his wanting to have many
different guns at his disposal. I am the same way with cars, although
my budget allows only dreams of cars.
The idea I can't stand is the one that
states guns should be illegal to own.
Do the folks that think this way
realize that one of the reasons our country is relatively safe is
that our citizens are armed? Who wants to mess with a population that
has more weaponry that people?
I am of the belief that PEOPLE kill,
not guns, not knives, not intercontinental ballistic missiles. Human
beings make a decision and perform the act. We live in a dangerous
world in case you don't realize. There is a guarantee you will not
survive, no matter how protected you want to be.
Is it a tragedy when a 9 year old girl
accidentally kills someone? Of course it is. Is it horrible that
anyone's life ends prematurely, being shot or not? Of course it is.
Like anything, the more we know about something, the more comfortable
we will be, the less dangerous it becomes. Sticking our collective
heads in the sand will NOT make a safer world, it will just appear
that way. Guns have been a part of life here in these United States
for hundreds of years. Why aren't we used to it yet???
I have seen the business end of a .357,
pointed straight in my face, but I didn't blame the manufacturer or
the dealer for allowing this poor-excuse-for-a-human-being to have
one. I blame the young man that held it to my head and demanded
money. We need to fix the reasons why he decided to take this wildly
unsuccessful path instead of the road more traveled. Show me a
violent criminal and I will show you someone who doesn't have a
retirement plan. Why would anyone choose that??? We should find out
and repair this malfunction.
When I was in the market for a firearm,
I was newly married and worried about home protection for her. I
worked long hours and wanted to make sure she had a way of defending
herself in case something awful happened. I shopped around and picked
out a pistol that she could hold comfortably. She had been around
guns growing up, as her Dad was a hunter. No worries.
The pistol was shot at targets for a
grand total of once in 20 years. Definitely NOT gun-guy material.
Fast-forward to today and I am now an
ex gun owner. I face the fact that I am NOT a gun-guy. Never was.
Doubt I ever will be.
I would rather not kill ANYTHING. The
older I get, the more precious I see life. Not only mine or yours,
but of animals, plants, even bugs. I do my best to shush a fly out of
the house, and have taken a cockroach out the door to live another
day NOT in the place I work. I have talked to some insects that don't
cooperate with my desire to see them living OUTSIDE, not flying
around my apartment! (Thankfully, they have yet to talk back!!!!) I'm
happy I don't have a camera following my every movement. I would have
been taken quickly to the funny farm.
…. note to self – ask my invisible
friend Beatrice why they call it the FUNNY FARM. Doesn't seem an
amusing place to me!
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