It occurred to me this morning while sitting in peaceful meditation that I do indeed need a high-powered assault rifle equipped with a magazine holding at least 100 rounds of profoundly powerful kill capability. Had my meditative state been any less profound, this remarkable revelation would have disrupted it severely, perhaps even causing me to latch onto that thought, building an ever-greater structure of consequences upon it until becoming sufficiently engrossed as to miss the three chimes signaling the end of the meditation period.
[I interrupt myself here. This post is not about meditation. It is about my–and perhaps your–relationship to those weapons of significant destruction which have recently come under fire (‘couldn’t resist that one!) from the liberals.]
Most folks who support the individual’s right to own an AK-47 or the good ol’ 30-06 (a.k.a. thirty aught-six), the recently spotlighted AR-15, Remington 870 (“most popular shotgun in the country”) or even a Glock 40 tend to put it in terms of the 2nd Amendment to the US Constitution. That, as some will say, is all well and good, but justification via legality for owning one of these babies pales in comparison to the rationale supplied by actual need. As one owner says,
“Guns, if they have a moral dimension, are good. Without guns, the strong can always dominate the weak; the many can always dominate the few; and men can always dominate women. A gun gives each person an agency equivalent to his (or her) moral standing. In my humble opinion, those who teach correct and proper gun use are doing G-d’s work.*
And there are a wealth of additional reasons to maintain one’s personal ability to wreak havoc from a distance. Fear is usually at the heart of it. But not always, especially among the truly brave. Here’s mine: it’s fearless and it begins with a photo:
The photo is one of traffic outside my bedroom window at night. Think about it: every one of those cars has a horn, a radio and probably one or more additional devices for amplifying sound. In short every one of them is capable of–dare I say it?–ASSAULTING sleep, reading or other bed activities. This I do not like, but O, what to do? From seven flights up there is no way to tell which vehicle hosts that honking horn or offending sound system. If the culprit vehicle had a blinking roof light or other visible sign of identification, an M-15 or other designated marksman rifle (DMR) sniper rifle would be acceptable–if, of course, I was fast enough on the trigger to select, aim at and squeeze off that well-aimed single shot. Quite frankly, dear reader, that scenario goes far beyond my sharpshooterial skill level. An automatic weapon, on (or in) the other hand, would allow me to hit all, thus insuring that the actual noisenik received his or her ultimate comeuppance.
And, with the aid of a silencer, I’m sure my neighbors would thank me for standing up for our community’s right to a peaceful night’s whatever.
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Now it’s your turn. What is your reason for owning a gun.
- To protect your loved ones?
- To protect your valuables?
- To protect your castle?
- To defend your state via militia participation?
- To kill coyotes or other varmints?
- To have your way with small shop owners?
- To show them who’s a victim?
- To stand up for–or even enforce–your beliefs?
- To quash opposing political or social opinions?
- To feel like a real man or woman?
- Just for a thrill?
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