So let's go the other way on this…
Let's pretend there is just cause to keep the gun laws the way they are and make it more encouraging to go packing. After all, there are are plenty of rapists, thieves, pedofiles and crazy people alike we need to defend against. And hey, if he's got one, why shouldn't I? I mean the law says I can, and I mean seriously, who brings a knife to a gun fight? Ridiculous. If someone breaks into my house and tries to hurt my family I want to have that Glock 17 to show him who's boss! If some lunatic walks the halls of my kid's school with his AK-47 he better damn well hope his magazine has 50 rounds, cause mine's gonna have 51! I see no reason on God's great earth while my unalienable right to bare arms should ever be compromised so that I can't just load up and go to the gun range, hunt at will and again most importantly defend myself from anyone and everyone who thinks they're gonna mess with me. I'm gonna have my piece with me 24-7: grocery shopping, at the ball game, under my pillow and especially in the shower. This is serious biz. The days of living in a neighborhood where you can walk down the street are over! I'm sleeping with both eyes closed, but a pistol in each hand…and my wife next to me…she picked one up this afternoon at the drive-through lane with a burger on the side. However, I can't forget that in "My New World" the guy who used to just rob me with two forks and a kitchen knife get's to buy his 35-shooter-of-choice and got the latest and greatest double- barrel-Uzi-automatic riding up his back, (they make them now) and it's not only easy and universally acceptable…they have coupons too! $ 10 buys you $100 worth of ammo. You aren't a cool kid unless you "Gots yourself a piece." And hey, why should I have all the fun? And the crazy guy who my 51 magazine shooter was gonna take out while all the teachers who where packing (as well) had my back, decided to bring two, 250 magazine super-mini pistols (cause they make them now too). Oh, I must be ridiculous…they don't make them or ever would…who am I kidding? I almost forgot…the AR-15 assault rifle was made for every day use. I meant to buy one for my grandmother for the holiday's, but Big-Box store was sold out of them…I knew that strange guy at the market had the beat on me, just like he did on that cabbage patch my parents tried to get me as a kid…I gut stuck with a .38 special, 6-shooter and I at minimum wanted a .357 Magnum…but hey, at least I have a gun! I feel safe now. Really. I have a gun! My best friend has one, my mom has one, even the teenager who dips my ice cream has one too! We still decided to keep the drinking age to 21, but now a 16-year-old can grab two colas, some chips and that Saturday-night special for their movie night out. Hey, you gotta defend yourself. And, I'm sleeping really well at night too, knowing I can pop up early in the morning, go shoot some breakfast, do some target practice at the range, cause I better be prepared for that new gal next door…word is she just got a .45 for Xmas and I'll be damned if she's a better shot then I am.
Let's pretend there is just cause to keep the gun laws the way they are and make it more encouraging to go packing. After all, there are are plenty of rapists, thieves, pedofiles and crazy people alike we need to defend against. And hey, if he's got one, why shouldn't I? I mean the law says I can, and I mean seriously, who brings a knife to a gun fight? Ridiculous. If someone breaks into my house and tries to hurt my family I want to have that Glock 17 to show him who's boss! If some lunatic walks the halls of my kid's school with his AK-47 he better damn well hope his magazine has 50 rounds, cause mine's gonna have 51! I see no reason on God's great earth while my unalienable right to bare arms should ever be compromised so that I can't just load up and go to the gun range, hunt at will and again most importantly defend myself from anyone and everyone who thinks they're gonna mess with me. I'm gonna have my piece with me 24-7: grocery shopping, at the ball game, under my pillow and especially in the shower. This is serious biz. The days of living in a neighborhood where you can walk down the street are over! I'm sleeping with both eyes closed, but a pistol in each hand…and my wife next to me…she picked one up this afternoon at the drive-through lane with a burger on the side. However, I can't forget that in "My New World" the guy who used to just rob me with two forks and a kitchen knife get's to buy his 35-shooter-of-choice and got the latest and greatest double- barrel-Uzi-automatic riding up his back, (they make them now) and it's not only easy and universally acceptable…they have coupons too! $ 10 buys you $100 worth of ammo. You aren't a cool kid unless you "Gots yourself a piece." And hey, why should I have all the fun? And the crazy guy who my 51 magazine shooter was gonna take out while all the teachers who where packing (as well) had my back, decided to bring two, 250 magazine super-mini pistols (cause they make them now too). Oh, I must be ridiculous…they don't make them or ever would…who am I kidding? I almost forgot…the AR-15 assault rifle was made for every day use. I meant to buy one for my grandmother for the holiday's, but Big-Box store was sold out of them…I knew that strange guy at the market had the beat on me, just like he did on that cabbage patch my parents tried to get me as a kid…I gut stuck with a .38 special, 6-shooter and I at minimum wanted a .357 Magnum…but hey, at least I have a gun! I feel safe now. Really. I have a gun! My best friend has one, my mom has one, even the teenager who dips my ice cream has one too! We still decided to keep the drinking age to 21, but now a 16-year-old can grab two colas, some chips and that Saturday-night special for their movie night out. Hey, you gotta defend yourself. And, I'm sleeping really well at night too, knowing I can pop up early in the morning, go shoot some breakfast, do some target practice at the range, cause I better be prepared for that new gal next door…word is she just got a .45 for Xmas and I'll be damned if she's a better shot then I am.
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