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Some may wonder why I have taken such an interest in guns and military tactics and I believe the answer is multi-faceted. First I have always been fascinated with weapons, and when Nick introduced me to firearms it just really took hold. As my family and closest friends could attest to, I am unable to have merely a passing interest in something. If I want to know something, well then I must know as much as I can. My [previous] knowledge of computers and photography illustrate this point well. Devouring books on any topic is not a new occurrence for me.
With proper weapons and skill, one has the power to vanquish enemies. This is of course a major draw. The reader should be quick to know that this goes well beyond male bravado, rather this is a manifestation of my own inabilities to vanquish my personal demons. When one has had a monkey on his back for half of his life, he begins to feel ineffectual and impotent. I have anthropomorphized my demons, and then have armed myself against them.
Finally (for now), part of being in what is emically known as the 'gun-culture', forces the member to view him/herself as being under attack by those who would which to strip them of their culture, sometimes violently--Ruby Ridge, Waco--sometimes not--victim disarmament through legislation. By standing in the line of the American forefathers--in the same way Jesus and the Apostles fashioned themselves in the line of Moses and the prophets--the members of the 'gun-culture' fashion themselves as defenders of all civil rights, ready to protect themselves and their ideals to the last man. It is an honorable and virtuous battle, one that I wish to be a part of, especially when it feels like I am on the other side so much in my personal life.
Many a reader will view my reasons as being less-than pure. And they would be correct. They may well say that I am only arming myself to compensate for felt personal deficiencies, and they would be half right. I do believe that what I have described is the answer for the quickness and the fervency that I have taken up this 'hobby', but it cannot fully explain its presence.
I believe the actual radix for this infatuation of mine goes back to my marine father and my libertarian mother. Their influence upon me left me distrusting those in authority, and with a fierce sense of responsibility for my own actions. I believe it took very little for my friend to awaken this dormant passion for freedom, liberty, and fierce responsibility that can be traced back to my developing years.
This is all, of course, much to the chagrin of my Canadian friends
With proper weapons and skill, one has the power to vanquish enemies. This is of course a major draw. The reader should be quick to know that this goes well beyond male bravado, rather this is a manifestation of my own inabilities to vanquish my personal demons. When one has had a monkey on his back for half of his life, he begins to feel ineffectual and impotent. I have anthropomorphized my demons, and then have armed myself against them.
Finally (for now), part of being in what is emically known as the 'gun-culture', forces the member to view him/herself as being under attack by those who would which to strip them of their culture, sometimes violently--Ruby Ridge, Waco--sometimes not--victim disarmament through legislation. By standing in the line of the American forefathers--in the same way Jesus and the Apostles fashioned themselves in the line of Moses and the prophets--the members of the 'gun-culture' fashion themselves as defenders of all civil rights, ready to protect themselves and their ideals to the last man. It is an honorable and virtuous battle, one that I wish to be a part of, especially when it feels like I am on the other side so much in my personal life.
Many a reader will view my reasons as being less-than pure. And they would be correct. They may well say that I am only arming myself to compensate for felt personal deficiencies, and they would be half right. I do believe that what I have described is the answer for the quickness and the fervency that I have taken up this 'hobby', but it cannot fully explain its presence.
I believe the actual radix for this infatuation of mine goes back to my marine father and my libertarian mother. Their influence upon me left me distrusting those in authority, and with a fierce sense of responsibility for my own actions. I believe it took very little for my friend to awaken this dormant passion for freedom, liberty, and fierce responsibility that can be traced back to my developing years.
This is all, of course, much to the chagrin of my Canadian friends