None of the above:
Which is why I didn't vote. It's ah, rather complicated. As a
somewhat normal male human, I got the usual charge from shooting cap guns and throwing rocks when I was a child. Well, later, (I'm ashamed to admit) I'm afraid I paid entirely too much attention to the doodahs who seemed to say, and believe, that just the close presence of a firearm would cause me to flip out and turn into a homicidal maniac.
Then I met a couple of interesting women. One, a very good-looking redhead from Mississippi, shot me in the head with reason and encouraged me to join the NRA.
The other woman had been the victim of a very nasty strong-arm robbery in a MARTA station in Atlanta. After being tossed down the stairs,which broke both of her arms right up near the shoulders, she was somewhat dependent on other people to help her. (She didn't like THAT one least little bit)
Well, I needed a place to stay, and she needed assistance, so a third person suggested that we get together. We did that for a bit, and then the lady in question started thinking about effective defence. She had me drive her out to the closest gun shop which gave good prices and bought herself a S&W Chief's Special. I'll never forget what she said when the clerk asked her what kind of ammo she wanted: She replied,
What kind makes the biggest holes? Snork! Talk about an intuitive understanding of wound ballistics!
Ok, so her arms hadn't healed up yet and she couldn't use 'em very well, so I was the designated shooter. A little bit later I caught myself saying, "Good God, woman, are you INVITING criminals to come in here by not locking doors and shutting windows?" Just having a firearm present made me very conscious of its, well, deadliness, causing me to pay attention to security so as NOT to have to shoot somebody. That's when I learned for sure that the Brady Bunch is full of dog poo.
So, that's how some girls taught this guy what firearms are for. Andrea Dworkin, you know where you can go.