Some of you make me SICK!
I'm from the South where it gets rather hot and muggy in the summer. Many people wear a undershirt in hot weather when dressed casually.
In fact when a woman wears the exact same shirt it magically becomes a tank top. As a matter of fact if this same shirt had been in any colour except white then it would also commonly be called a tank top.
I have vivid memories as well as many photographs of my late Father wearing just such a shirt around the house. That's the same man who taught me how to appreciate and respect firearms. He taugh me how to shoot, open a door for a lady and to say sir and ma'am as a sign of respect. He took me to church for the first time and was there for every silly band concert in High School.
He is also the one who instilled in me the belief that only a gutless puke hits a woman.
I will remember until the day I die that weekday afternoon in the summer of 1963 that Everlyn, a good friend of my Mother, came over to the house in tears because her no good a-hole husband, Red, had punched her around one time too many. I also remember that I was sent out into the back yard to play. It was shortly thereafter when Red pulled up into the driveway.
My father calmly walked out the side toward the driveway and told Red to "Stop right there."
Red yelled, "Get out of my way old man" (Dad was 53, 5'8 and 155 pounds, but he was fit, Red was around 30) It was then I noticed the 4 digit serial number Colt Lightweight Commander in my Dad's hand, just hanging at his side, pointing at the ground. What really suprised me is that it was cocked!
Red yelled, "I've come for my wife."
My father calmly yet with a strength in his voice i had never heard before said to him, No you're not. You will stand right where you are until the police get here. And if you move one inch I'll shoot you."
I heard a wailing of a "Q" in the distance as I watch Red turn to stone. He truely didn't move a muscle. Except to swallow hard a few times and sweat.
The sound of flying grave as two Jefferson County police cars slide sto a stop in the driveway startled me but Red still didn't budge. He didn't move until they were finished putting handcuffs on him. The Colt Cobra they took out of Red's pocket was later given to my parents as a gift from Evelyn. She got it as well as everything else in the divorce.
As they led Red away he kept saying, He pulled a gun on me! He had a .45! He pulled a .45 on me!"
As the put him in the car the officer said, "You've mighty damn lucky he didn't kill you. He would have ya'know"
That day I learned that policemen cuss. I had never heard a policeman cuss before.
But more importantly I learned a lot about my Dad that day.
Oh by the way, Red was wearing a shirt & tie and my dad was wearing an undershirt.
So the next time you want to show your ignorance and narrow mindedness go ahead and call it a "wife-beater". Be proud of yourself, let the world know. As for me I've already learned enough from this thread.
By the way, it appears his finger was in the trigger guard.
But it also appears to be away from the trigger.
But I guess some of you were too busy being the fashion police to really care.