It's telling, in a way. People put on masks to blend into their sociopolitical environment, and try to maintain them, but then they slip.
It always seems to come up in conversation with my New York friends at parties, and it goes like this...
Beginning of party: Blah blah blah, I support gun control, blah blah...
+2 beers: Blah blah, you "packin' heat all the time?" blah blah "Wolverines!" blah blah "Zombies" blah...
+3 beers: Can we come up and go shoot handguns next weekend?
+4 beers: When I move out of NYC, I'm buying a gun, and I don't care what my wife says. Will you give me a discount on the NRA safety course, teach me everything you know, find me a good deal, and hold my hand?
No one really thinks that they should be the ones prohibited from doing something that might be cool, like going target shooting with a friend on the weekend, and they constantly bag on the scary looking guns, but when it comes right down to it they're fascinated with them. No one ever wants to drive up from NYC to shoot my Savage 99 in .300 Savage, or my 1886 Winchester.
When I think "Packing Heat" I'm thinking about an airweight bodyguard in my jacket pocket when I run out to the convenience store, and they're thinking about the Desert Eagle in the safe.