(tongue firmly in cheek) Oh .44 Special, why don't you just take your ball and go home? You're ugly, and nobody likes you. You have no friends, and will probably die alone and a virgin. Why do you exist? Yes, I know you were developed from the .44 Russian, and the .44 Magnum was developed from you. The .44 Magnum is like the hot girl who is forced to let her annoying little brother tag along everywhere she goes. Guess who is the annoying little brother? That's right, it's YOU, .44 Special! You are chambered in revolvers that are 80-90% as heavy as a .44 Magnum, but you'll never have 80-90% of the power of a .44 Magnum. It makes more sense to get a revolver in .45 ACP and use moon clips. At least that round can be fired in my 1911, while YOU, .44 Special are a one-trick pony. Just like the most obnoxious kid in school can't get a date to the prom, nobody is going to make a semi-auto for you, .44 Special. It is astonishing how much you cost, .44 Special. Buying your shells is an experience akin to many first marriages: paying a lot for something that is ultimately useless and annoying. .38 Special can be had much cheaper than .357 Magnum; how then do you get off going for just about as much as your more useful sibling, .44 Special? This makes you "Special" in the wrong kind of way. I hate you SO MUCH, .44 Special! Your brass should all be melted down and turned into trinkets for keychains. You are NOT special! You suck!