I've said since I moved in with my now wife that I would love to have a small piece to protect us with. Not to go to Subway with, not to brag how bad ass I am, but I just want to protect our home, the children and the dogs.
Now, my wife is a left wing Farmington Hills Jew. She's even further left than me. And she will NOT even hear of a gun in this house. And even if she did, she told me it would have to be double-safed, double hidden and the bullets have to be hidden elsewhere. Then what's the point? If someone breaks into our house, they already have the jump on me. And if he has a piece, I have to sneak and open the double locked safe, tiptoe over and find the bullets, get it loa--boom. I'm dead. What are we gonna do, talk about the intruder's childhood and traumas? It's either him or me. I don't think he broke in to ask for a cup of sugar. Not to mention, everyone else in this house is female. I can't discount horrible things happening to them sexually. I want to be prepared. And please don't think it would be the most fun thing in the world to potentially maim or kill someone. I know it wouldn't be.
I really don't see an issue with home protection. However, we really don't NEED to hunt. And I don't feel any safer because Bob has 3 machine guns at Chili's. People are making their entire identity out of a firearm.
I believe a major part of the problem is many Americans have seen Red Dawn, Dirty Harry and Fast and the Furious too many times. We live in a society where everybody has to be the most extreme. The biggest bad ass. Fastest guy on the road. Loudest truck at the intersection. We are a people that seem to be angry at all times, ready for a confrontation. The OTHER guy is gonna get one over on me and I ain't about to let that happen.
Look, I've been cut off in traffic or had my ass ridden by both lifted Chevys in Howell and Audis in Ann Arbor. Nobody's perfect. But we really need to bring the anger and hostility down a couple notches. And it's even easier on websites like this to come in and just be a total fucking prick, like that time Matt called me an asshole and compared me to Liberace
My father had my late grandfather's hunting rifles right under their bed when I was a teen. But I just knew never to touch those, and God knows I didn't have the best home life in my late teens. I could just never bring myself to fuck with them. I knew what I could do and what potential consequences could come. Now where would I have learned something like that?