Will you arm your neighbors?
A pal of mine was living with his girlfriend. Every weekend they'd go over to the gal's parent's house for dinner. The parents were typcial yuppies, they'd spoiled their children, made mega money with two person incomes, lived in plush suburbia, and were for gun control. When I say 'spoiled' I mean spoiled, One daughter was cute but so incompetent she couldn't work, she was a little girl inside. (It's OK, though, that had a happy ending; she married a Cop, a Brit, who'd come over the water for employment. He was for gun control and wanted a subservient wife.) The other daughter was my friend's girl, she had a great job and was 30,000 dollars in debt before my friend threw her out. The sole son was gay, in school at age 33, and probably unemployable.
A real rosy picture here. And both parents were in the health field, Dad a Masters level counselor and Mom a supervisor of nurses. Physician, heal thyself!!
But here's the kicker: "Dad" had a over-capacity nine millimeter handgun in a State which banned the same. He wasn't turning it in, either. Yet he confronted my pal about gun control and all his weapons. You can imagine how impressed my buddy was with this hypocritical performance.
So the LA riots roll along. First thing you know, Old Dad is on the horn and making plans for my friend to defend their house.
My buddy, still shacking with the young lady, said, "no".
He told me about it and got angry all over again. "That door will remain locked." He said, pointing to the front door. "They aren't coming over here for help."
Would you arm or protect your anti- gun neighbors in time of flood, hurricane, riot or revolution? Or should we let them return to the earth from whence they came? Ashes to ashes, dust to dust..
The Cop later married the sweet infantile girl. He was the guy who wouldn't talk to me because I had long hair..I guess..he was packing full metal jacket 147 gr bullets in his Service Nine. We were out shooting with our mutual friend. I explained that wasn't a good choice. He didn't act like I existed at all. Three minutes later my buddy explained the same thing to him and he listened attentively. As I'd taught my buddy half of what he knew about firearms this was 'ironic', to use an overused yuppie word.
But hey, this was the same policemen who'd drive 90 miles an hour on his way home after work. He was the worse kind of hypocrite- the laws were for everybody else.
Geeze. What a festering hole of dysfunction that family was. And my poor friend spent 10 years with the girl. He kicks himself to this day.
munk
A pal of mine was living with his girlfriend. Every weekend they'd go over to the gal's parent's house for dinner. The parents were typcial yuppies, they'd spoiled their children, made mega money with two person incomes, lived in plush suburbia, and were for gun control. When I say 'spoiled' I mean spoiled, One daughter was cute but so incompetent she couldn't work, she was a little girl inside. (It's OK, though, that had a happy ending; she married a Cop, a Brit, who'd come over the water for employment. He was for gun control and wanted a subservient wife.) The other daughter was my friend's girl, she had a great job and was 30,000 dollars in debt before my friend threw her out. The sole son was gay, in school at age 33, and probably unemployable.
A real rosy picture here. And both parents were in the health field, Dad a Masters level counselor and Mom a supervisor of nurses. Physician, heal thyself!!
But here's the kicker: "Dad" had a over-capacity nine millimeter handgun in a State which banned the same. He wasn't turning it in, either. Yet he confronted my pal about gun control and all his weapons. You can imagine how impressed my buddy was with this hypocritical performance.
So the LA riots roll along. First thing you know, Old Dad is on the horn and making plans for my friend to defend their house.
My buddy, still shacking with the young lady, said, "no".
He told me about it and got angry all over again. "That door will remain locked." He said, pointing to the front door. "They aren't coming over here for help."
Would you arm or protect your anti- gun neighbors in time of flood, hurricane, riot or revolution? Or should we let them return to the earth from whence they came? Ashes to ashes, dust to dust..
The Cop later married the sweet infantile girl. He was the guy who wouldn't talk to me because I had long hair..I guess..he was packing full metal jacket 147 gr bullets in his Service Nine. We were out shooting with our mutual friend. I explained that wasn't a good choice. He didn't act like I existed at all. Three minutes later my buddy explained the same thing to him and he listened attentively. As I'd taught my buddy half of what he knew about firearms this was 'ironic', to use an overused yuppie word.
But hey, this was the same policemen who'd drive 90 miles an hour on his way home after work. He was the worse kind of hypocrite- the laws were for everybody else.
Geeze. What a festering hole of dysfunction that family was. And my poor friend spent 10 years with the girl. He kicks himself to this day.
munk
. Truth be told, Munk, I consider myself a pretty vile human being at times. You folks just get to see my good side