Ruger9mm
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My handgun, openly carried on my side, isn’t what really scares you. You know that my gun, lawfully carried in its holster, will never harm you. Yet you find it necessary to give me dirty looks, make snide comments, or question my manhood because I choose to carry a gun. Why is that? Is it because my gun is a harsh look in the mirror for you? A stark reminder that while you pretend to live in a civilized society the truth is that barbarians still exist. A reminder that when the lawless come calling all that stands between them and the ones you love is a worthless piece of paper and ink. That when violence erupts in your perfect little world you will have to pick up a phone, dial three numbers and summon men with guns like mine to stop that violence. Except that in your heart you know those law enforcement officers can’t undo that violence. That all they can do is arrest those who broke the law, leaving you to deal with the aftermath, the terror and the damage that the lawless caused. So you work to pass more laws, more worthless words on paper, knowing that it won’t stop the barbarians but will keep me from carrying that gun. That harsh reminder of your own inadequacies.
How about thanking me instead. While you can’t see into the minds of the evil around you, know that they too can see my openly carried gun. Know that as long as I am near they will keep their violence in check. That they fear my gun even more than you do, because while it will never harm you, they know without a doubt that I will use it to end their violence forever. That unlike law enforcement my gun isn’t carried to enforce the law but to prevent it from being broken in the first place. That when I meet violence I can respond with deadly and lethal force. That without hesitation I stand ready to defend myself and those around me from the lawless in our society. While I respect your decision not to stand ready, please respect my decision to always be ready, willing and able to keep the wolves at bay. If you can’t manage a thank you a simple smile and nod will do.
My handgun, openly carried on my side, isn’t what really scares you. You know that my gun, lawfully carried in its holster, will never harm you. Yet you find it necessary to give me dirty looks, make snide comments, or question my manhood because I choose to carry a gun. Why is that? Is it because my gun is a harsh look in the mirror for you? A stark reminder that while you pretend to live in a civilized society the truth is that barbarians still exist. A reminder that when the lawless come calling all that stands between them and the ones you love is a worthless piece of paper and ink. That when violence erupts in your perfect little world you will have to pick up a phone, dial three numbers and summon men with guns like mine to stop that violence. Except that in your heart you know those law enforcement officers can’t undo that violence. That all they can do is arrest those who broke the law, leaving you to deal with the aftermath, the terror and the damage that the lawless caused. So you work to pass more laws, more worthless words on paper, knowing that it won’t stop the barbarians but will keep me from carrying that gun. That harsh reminder of your own inadequacies.
How about thanking me instead. While you can’t see into the minds of the evil around you, know that they too can see my openly carried gun. Know that as long as I am near they will keep their violence in check. That they fear my gun even more than you do, because while it will never harm you, they know without a doubt that I will use it to end their violence forever. That unlike law enforcement my gun isn’t carried to enforce the law but to prevent it from being broken in the first place. That when I meet violence I can respond with deadly and lethal force. That without hesitation I stand ready to defend myself and those around me from the lawless in our society. While I respect your decision not to stand ready, please respect my decision to always be ready, willing and able to keep the wolves at bay. If you can’t manage a thank you a simple smile and nod will do.
