I don't let people who don't care one whit about me tell me how to think about myself, nor how to present myself.
Right after Columbine, a friend and I stopped in Starbucks on the way back from the range. As usual, I was wearing an NRA ballcap. The slacker behind the counter said to me unsolicited, "Boy, it must take a lot of guts to wear that cap these days!". I replied, "Why? Who's going to make me take it off?"
A few years ago, I was in a MacDonalds in Lakewood, Ohio. One of the elderly cleaners started hassling me for [again] wearing an NRA ballcap, to include talking about "banning" the NRA. I noted to him that the last time we started doing things like that, we misplaced 6,000,000 Jews somewhere along the way. His response was that he wasn't sure that was really such a bad thing. That's the mindset of the people who want us to self-censor: Guns bad, Holocaust good. Scratch an anti-gunner, find a fascist. They're welcome to bite me... or try.
"Lay low"? No, I don't want to.
Don't like it? Hold your breath until you can't see or hear me any more.