|
|
I am Joe’s gun. I’m almost as much a part of his ‘apparel’ as shoes or socks. In fact, Joe goes without his socks more often than he goes without me. Joe keeps me hidden away whenever he can. Few people outside of Joe’s most trusted friends even know I exist. I can’t think for myself, I can’t reason and I can’t act on my own. I’m just a simple machine with few moving parts -- about as complicated as a stapler. I have no brain, no muscles and am neither good nor evil. Now I am a dangerous machine, I’ll have to give you that. Just like Joe’s lawnmower, chainsaw, straight-razor, (Joe is very old-fashioned) hedge clipper and automobile, I can be very dangerous in untrained or irresponsible hands. Fortunately Joe and the other law-abiding citizens who take their duty of self defense very seriously are committed to their responsibilities as gun owners. Joe knows and obeys the law. He takes me to the shooting range to practice on a regular basis -- a lot more often, in fact, than most policemen. Joe would never allow me to fall into the hands of a child or other irresponsible person and would never use me unless there was no possibility of ready escape or retreat. Joe thinks of me much like his insurance policy. He hopes and prays that he will never have to use me, but knows that if he has to, I could save him or his loved ones from death or injury at the hands of evil people who don’t care about, much less obey laws. I don’t know why some people hate me and want to get rid of me without really knowing anything about me. If they concentrated on the subhuman criminals who misuse tools such as guns, automobiles, chain saws, ice-picks, baseball-bats, pocket knives, hammers, machetes and authority, regardless of any law, and left law-abiding people like Joe alone you would all be more secure. At the very least Joe does no harm, as demonstrated in the 40 or so states where the citizens are ‘permitted their right’ to carry firearms. In these places crime rates have dropped and are still dropping far faster than the national average -- much faster than those places where firearms are essentially banned. It’s obvious that when I’m owned and carried by law-abiding citizens like Joe I do far more good than harm. It’s sad that many laws keep honest people like Joe from defending themselves while no law or regulation has ever, or can ever keep me out of the hands of criminals. I'm glad my brothers and I are carried by people like Joe -- you should be too.
NOTE: The Eggman had to write this for me since, as I said, I have no brain, no muscles and no ability to reason or think. I’m neither good nor evil -- I’m a simple inanimate object, just like most other tools.
Permission to reprint this article, or to use on a Website, for news or other Non-Commercial purposes is hereby granted with the following restrictions.
|
| Top of the Page | JumpGate Home Page |
Copyright © 2007-2008 by
T.S. Eggleston