Tropical Buzz
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Or...Who do you become when you strap on your gun(s)?
There is a lot of discussion revolving around the "role" of a person carrying a firearm in public places. We suddenly find ourselves supercharged with the ability to spot suspicious characters in convenience stores and parking lots, recognizing their ill-intentions in the way they look or dress and where they stand and how they react to us when we stare them down.
The heightened perception and sharpened senses of our new situational awareness allows - no - compels us to see the real threat behind their thin veneer of normalcy. When they buckle and leave the scene after we "confront" them with our steely, unvavering gaze and the ready, alert stance of a warrior poised to fight for freedom and justice, we pat ourselves on the back for thwarting what was surely a crime almost in progress. (Please accept that I differentiate this from those who have questioned their own actions after an encounter)
Reading certain posts, it seems that carrying a concealed firearm transforms some people from unremarkable Clark Kents into Supermen and open carrying two fullsize Glocks turns them into the whole darn League of Justice. What are we without the guns and why do we (and everyone around us, it seems) suddenly become something different when we strap them on? If you are Captain America when you are armed, what comic book character are you when you aren't? Scooby Doo? Jughead? Betty and Veronica?
A recent poster declared after scaring away two people in a store by eying one of them while open carrying two Glocks "People just don't notice when you carry only one gun" or words to that effect. People praise him for scaring off the would-be perps. And if they happened to be ordinary folks who were just frightened by the man with two guns eyeballing them, then good! - they're only sheeple who have no business being disturbed by something as harmless as a man in a convenience store at night, wearing two guns on his belt and looking at them funny.
To me and many other gun enthusiasts I talk to, a man should be outwardly no different whether he is armed or not. The whole point of carrying a gun is to be able to go peacefully about your life while having the ability to defend yourself from an attacker. Until that scenario happens, why adopt some imaginary role as a beacon for all criminals, gangstas, sheeple, antis and other lowlifes to see you and cower in the awesomeness of your presence?
It is dangerously apparent that to many, the gun is a giver of confidence and the illusion of power, much like a few shots of Jack Daniels in a bar is to the average Walter Mitty, turning him into Mr. Beau Deadly, ready to ravish women and kick men's butts. The rude awakening seldom comes painlessly when it does come, and whether the superhero prevails in the initial encounter or not, there is always a high price for someone to pay.
I love my guns like I love my cars and though they are mechanical devices built to perform a function, I am an enthusiast and they are far more to me than mere implements. What I try to do is to be the master of my tools and not the other way around. We determine what the tools do and they perform a certain way because we make them perform that way. But when the tools are in control and make men become someone else and do things they ordinarily wouldn't, whether the tool is a 500 hp roadster or a .45 ACP, bad things are likely to happen.
There is a lot of discussion revolving around the "role" of a person carrying a firearm in public places. We suddenly find ourselves supercharged with the ability to spot suspicious characters in convenience stores and parking lots, recognizing their ill-intentions in the way they look or dress and where they stand and how they react to us when we stare them down.
The heightened perception and sharpened senses of our new situational awareness allows - no - compels us to see the real threat behind their thin veneer of normalcy. When they buckle and leave the scene after we "confront" them with our steely, unvavering gaze and the ready, alert stance of a warrior poised to fight for freedom and justice, we pat ourselves on the back for thwarting what was surely a crime almost in progress. (Please accept that I differentiate this from those who have questioned their own actions after an encounter)
Reading certain posts, it seems that carrying a concealed firearm transforms some people from unremarkable Clark Kents into Supermen and open carrying two fullsize Glocks turns them into the whole darn League of Justice. What are we without the guns and why do we (and everyone around us, it seems) suddenly become something different when we strap them on? If you are Captain America when you are armed, what comic book character are you when you aren't? Scooby Doo? Jughead? Betty and Veronica?
A recent poster declared after scaring away two people in a store by eying one of them while open carrying two Glocks "People just don't notice when you carry only one gun" or words to that effect. People praise him for scaring off the would-be perps. And if they happened to be ordinary folks who were just frightened by the man with two guns eyeballing them, then good! - they're only sheeple who have no business being disturbed by something as harmless as a man in a convenience store at night, wearing two guns on his belt and looking at them funny.
To me and many other gun enthusiasts I talk to, a man should be outwardly no different whether he is armed or not. The whole point of carrying a gun is to be able to go peacefully about your life while having the ability to defend yourself from an attacker. Until that scenario happens, why adopt some imaginary role as a beacon for all criminals, gangstas, sheeple, antis and other lowlifes to see you and cower in the awesomeness of your presence?
It is dangerously apparent that to many, the gun is a giver of confidence and the illusion of power, much like a few shots of Jack Daniels in a bar is to the average Walter Mitty, turning him into Mr. Beau Deadly, ready to ravish women and kick men's butts. The rude awakening seldom comes painlessly when it does come, and whether the superhero prevails in the initial encounter or not, there is always a high price for someone to pay.
I love my guns like I love my cars and though they are mechanical devices built to perform a function, I am an enthusiast and they are far more to me than mere implements. What I try to do is to be the master of my tools and not the other way around. We determine what the tools do and they perform a certain way because we make them perform that way. But when the tools are in control and make men become someone else and do things they ordinarily wouldn't, whether the tool is a 500 hp roadster or a .45 ACP, bad things are likely to happen.