MagnumDweeb
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Yesterday I had a cook out at the house I rent. Me and my roomate are big time Grill kings and fiancee can make salads all day long to her heart's content.
So of course I have my latest acquisition in a run of the mill plane jane hip holster, Ruger Redhawk 4" .44 Magnum, resting comfortably on my hip as I sport a T-shirt and swim trunks. My fiance has my P90 in a shoulder holster. My roomate is sporting his first acquisition (at the age of forty, better late than never) Springfield 1911 he got at a pawnshop at a deal (only 10% above blue book). Of course my two redneck buddies are hanging out and sporting their 1911 and Beretta 92F(I think that's the one he had, I didn't ask and he loves Berettas for a reason only he knows).
So of course my roomate's guests start showing up and the 'ooh and ahhs' start along with all kinds of questions. At first it was kind of pleasant grilling up Baby backs and chicken breasts and getting inquisitively grilled about owning a gun in the state of Florida(few of them are natives) then a 'Holy <profanity deleted>'. It was of course some lady from New York city with all that baggage in tow. I started to ignore her but she wouldn't let it go and her husband was no help. She was comabtive and downright unpleasant and I of course offered "if you don't like it you still have your car keys and are welcome to leave, it'll mean more ribs for me" when she commented that me and my fellow gun owning 2nd amendment patriots should lock our guns up in my safe. She kept giving me dirty looks to which I smiled back at.
Of course my nosey good for nothing of a neighbor who's claim to self-proclaimed fame is he's from New York city himself, decides to walk the acre and half from his porch to ours (his porch is highly elevated and can look on the property and our porch), no one invited him, me and my roomate have had troubles with him to which we have chosen to civilly ignore his existence by so much as repairing the home owner's fence for free with the expense of materials paid by the homeowner. So of course he walked into the lake to walk around the little cement rooted chain link extension we had made (going to have to add another fifteen feet it looks like) to first come onto the property.
To say the least the three Yorkies as i so affectionately label them talked a lot of what we southernners could only understand to be nonsense. Just some things some folks say that don't make no sense to us Americans it seems or so me and my buddies remarked for their enjoyment.
At one point I finally got tired of neighbor's presence, especially after he rudely reached past one of my guests, while on line for the table buffet, to grasp half a rack of ribs meant to be cut from for individual servings, and asked him to leave. Of course mister big and bad York city boy decides to go and "what you going to shoot me if I don't." To end it, the threat of calling the police on him was called (he was never invited on the property, and I had made several prior suggestions his presence was a blight, actually said "you being here is such a diseased and puss leaking blight on such a pleasant day") and he left while making several profane statements.
The long barrage by the Yorkies(like those little dogs that pose no real threat but bark like they are) got me thinking about all the times i've met northerners whom held rather alien ideas about gun ownership, especially those ideas that seem to my consumption almost if not qualitatively pro-Nazi and pro-Stalin Soviet Russia.
Now folks in Rhode Island and New Hampshire as I undertand it have fairly good gun laws allowing ownership with little interference and in the case of New Hampshire, open carry. After them two I can't think of many states with what I would say are Pro-American gun laws.
At my gym that I frequent quite regularly and people know me to be a chatter box about investing, politics, movies, and guns, I've met a lot of folks whom in some cases have labeled themselves refugees of states that have gun laws that don't seem quite American to me. A fellow from Chicago who had left the state over ten years ago commented how it's even difficult to get a gun in the country side and common areas of Illinois. An acquaintance from Maryland who's turned southern as of twenty years ago, comments how when every year he goes back it's just getting worst and worst and how he could remember as a kid (he's in his late fifties) how many folks talked about guns as if they were evil things. A nice college professor I know who left California (he's a secular conservative) lamented that he left the state because of all the 'screwballs' ruining it. When I asked him about gun ownership she exclaimed "it's nearly impossible, it's like the idiots in office want us to get robbed and murdered, and for our women to get raped along the way, those <blank> <blank> are so pro-crime and squalor it's a wonder how part's of the state don't get third world poverty aid funding."
At times I get the feeling that being a 'Son of the South' bestows unto me a different perception of gun ownerhsip, granted since I was young child I was regailed with stories about how my great-grandfathers, grandfathers, and my father used firearms to protect themselves and theirs. A few cousins of mine have used firearms in self-defense having on occassion being forced to use deadly force. Then it probably don't help matters that in my research to combat anti-gun statements and claims, I've discovered countless horror stories where folks whom didn't own firearms were tortured, raped, murdered, robbed, generally some mix of those.
I wasn't "raised" on firearms as some might say, oh sure I got to shoot .22lr rifles at scout camp. Got to shoot my grandpa's .38 at thirteen and his .44 Magnum (Blackhawk 7.5" that I now own after his passing) at fifteen (usually .44 Special given that was his choice round for the gun). I got to shoot my Uncle's variety of 1911s (great guns but I'm a wheelgun man and magnum dweeb at the bone) starting at eighteen. I only started shooting rifles once I was eighteen and it was my Yugo Mauser and fortunately there as an open range with 300 yards about a half-hour from my house.
When going out I figure the checklist goes like this "wallet, cellphone, keys, pepper spray(for non-lethal options when first resort to lethal force might look sketchy), snub-nose .357 magnum for the pocket, and if I'm wearinga long shirt over my jeans like a denim button shirt then it's my P90 for a IWB holster. All of this now seemingly natural to me. When I told an acquaintance of mine at the gym of this whom is a recent first time gun owner(he blames me for it, LOL, he's forty-four with a wife and three kids) and is from Conneticut originally he gave me a strange look like I just stepped off a spaceship. But a nice Scot at my gym whom does the whole Highlands games(or did at least) who is a beast of man, told me he chose to live in Florida over New York between the two jobs he had to choose from when immigrating, because he could "finally own a gun."
I believe gun ownership, or at the very least the uninfringed right to ownership(no one should be forced to own a gun against their will at time as I see it) and civil use, is a key and defining part of the American identity. The government doesn't define me as an American, my values do. The value before mentioned of gun ownership is a linchpin of American identity in my perception and unwaivering opinion, without it the American identity dies and becomes something alien like Fascist, Nazi, Commie(Communist), and the government that destroys it is no longer an 'American' government but something the founding father's did not intend and as such not American. And I have only pledged my loyalty to the United States of America from a young child capable of speech and understanding.
So I wonder, a question to my fellow southernners, and to my Northern contemporaries (by Northern I refer primarily to the northeast), what perspectives do you hold on firearms ownership, are you perspectives alien to your fellow northernners. Now to those in the Midwest (i.e. Montanna) I realize our values are generally not too different and we tend to overlap but what of you?
So of course I have my latest acquisition in a run of the mill plane jane hip holster, Ruger Redhawk 4" .44 Magnum, resting comfortably on my hip as I sport a T-shirt and swim trunks. My fiance has my P90 in a shoulder holster. My roomate is sporting his first acquisition (at the age of forty, better late than never) Springfield 1911 he got at a pawnshop at a deal (only 10% above blue book). Of course my two redneck buddies are hanging out and sporting their 1911 and Beretta 92F(I think that's the one he had, I didn't ask and he loves Berettas for a reason only he knows).
So of course my roomate's guests start showing up and the 'ooh and ahhs' start along with all kinds of questions. At first it was kind of pleasant grilling up Baby backs and chicken breasts and getting inquisitively grilled about owning a gun in the state of Florida(few of them are natives) then a 'Holy <profanity deleted>'. It was of course some lady from New York city with all that baggage in tow. I started to ignore her but she wouldn't let it go and her husband was no help. She was comabtive and downright unpleasant and I of course offered "if you don't like it you still have your car keys and are welcome to leave, it'll mean more ribs for me" when she commented that me and my fellow gun owning 2nd amendment patriots should lock our guns up in my safe. She kept giving me dirty looks to which I smiled back at.
Of course my nosey good for nothing of a neighbor who's claim to self-proclaimed fame is he's from New York city himself, decides to walk the acre and half from his porch to ours (his porch is highly elevated and can look on the property and our porch), no one invited him, me and my roomate have had troubles with him to which we have chosen to civilly ignore his existence by so much as repairing the home owner's fence for free with the expense of materials paid by the homeowner. So of course he walked into the lake to walk around the little cement rooted chain link extension we had made (going to have to add another fifteen feet it looks like) to first come onto the property.
To say the least the three Yorkies as i so affectionately label them talked a lot of what we southernners could only understand to be nonsense. Just some things some folks say that don't make no sense to us Americans it seems or so me and my buddies remarked for their enjoyment.
At one point I finally got tired of neighbor's presence, especially after he rudely reached past one of my guests, while on line for the table buffet, to grasp half a rack of ribs meant to be cut from for individual servings, and asked him to leave. Of course mister big and bad York city boy decides to go and "what you going to shoot me if I don't." To end it, the threat of calling the police on him was called (he was never invited on the property, and I had made several prior suggestions his presence was a blight, actually said "you being here is such a diseased and puss leaking blight on such a pleasant day") and he left while making several profane statements.
The long barrage by the Yorkies(like those little dogs that pose no real threat but bark like they are) got me thinking about all the times i've met northerners whom held rather alien ideas about gun ownership, especially those ideas that seem to my consumption almost if not qualitatively pro-Nazi and pro-Stalin Soviet Russia.
Now folks in Rhode Island and New Hampshire as I undertand it have fairly good gun laws allowing ownership with little interference and in the case of New Hampshire, open carry. After them two I can't think of many states with what I would say are Pro-American gun laws.
At my gym that I frequent quite regularly and people know me to be a chatter box about investing, politics, movies, and guns, I've met a lot of folks whom in some cases have labeled themselves refugees of states that have gun laws that don't seem quite American to me. A fellow from Chicago who had left the state over ten years ago commented how it's even difficult to get a gun in the country side and common areas of Illinois. An acquaintance from Maryland who's turned southern as of twenty years ago, comments how when every year he goes back it's just getting worst and worst and how he could remember as a kid (he's in his late fifties) how many folks talked about guns as if they were evil things. A nice college professor I know who left California (he's a secular conservative) lamented that he left the state because of all the 'screwballs' ruining it. When I asked him about gun ownership she exclaimed "it's nearly impossible, it's like the idiots in office want us to get robbed and murdered, and for our women to get raped along the way, those <blank> <blank> are so pro-crime and squalor it's a wonder how part's of the state don't get third world poverty aid funding."
At times I get the feeling that being a 'Son of the South' bestows unto me a different perception of gun ownerhsip, granted since I was young child I was regailed with stories about how my great-grandfathers, grandfathers, and my father used firearms to protect themselves and theirs. A few cousins of mine have used firearms in self-defense having on occassion being forced to use deadly force. Then it probably don't help matters that in my research to combat anti-gun statements and claims, I've discovered countless horror stories where folks whom didn't own firearms were tortured, raped, murdered, robbed, generally some mix of those.
I wasn't "raised" on firearms as some might say, oh sure I got to shoot .22lr rifles at scout camp. Got to shoot my grandpa's .38 at thirteen and his .44 Magnum (Blackhawk 7.5" that I now own after his passing) at fifteen (usually .44 Special given that was his choice round for the gun). I got to shoot my Uncle's variety of 1911s (great guns but I'm a wheelgun man and magnum dweeb at the bone) starting at eighteen. I only started shooting rifles once I was eighteen and it was my Yugo Mauser and fortunately there as an open range with 300 yards about a half-hour from my house.
When going out I figure the checklist goes like this "wallet, cellphone, keys, pepper spray(for non-lethal options when first resort to lethal force might look sketchy), snub-nose .357 magnum for the pocket, and if I'm wearinga long shirt over my jeans like a denim button shirt then it's my P90 for a IWB holster. All of this now seemingly natural to me. When I told an acquaintance of mine at the gym of this whom is a recent first time gun owner(he blames me for it, LOL, he's forty-four with a wife and three kids) and is from Conneticut originally he gave me a strange look like I just stepped off a spaceship. But a nice Scot at my gym whom does the whole Highlands games(or did at least) who is a beast of man, told me he chose to live in Florida over New York between the two jobs he had to choose from when immigrating, because he could "finally own a gun."
I believe gun ownership, or at the very least the uninfringed right to ownership(no one should be forced to own a gun against their will at time as I see it) and civil use, is a key and defining part of the American identity. The government doesn't define me as an American, my values do. The value before mentioned of gun ownership is a linchpin of American identity in my perception and unwaivering opinion, without it the American identity dies and becomes something alien like Fascist, Nazi, Commie(Communist), and the government that destroys it is no longer an 'American' government but something the founding father's did not intend and as such not American. And I have only pledged my loyalty to the United States of America from a young child capable of speech and understanding.
So I wonder, a question to my fellow southernners, and to my Northern contemporaries (by Northern I refer primarily to the northeast), what perspectives do you hold on firearms ownership, are you perspectives alien to your fellow northernners. Now to those in the Midwest (i.e. Montanna) I realize our values are generally not too different and we tend to overlap but what of you?
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