Me And A Gun

[guest916]

Guess I'm just another redneck wacko. Grew up w/ guns of all description in the house. Dad (redneck wacko senior) was an avid enthusiast, ended up with more of an "accumulation" than a coherent collection. Learned to safely handle, disassemble, clean, and respect firearms from an early age. 'Course I grew up in an era of personal responsibility as well. Times have changed, and now children must be "protected" from any and all dangers whether real or only perceived. Guns were just as lethal when I was young, but common sense was a more highly prized commodity back then.

I wonder when the "nanny" crowd will shift their emphasis to autos and electrical appliances, since both kill far more each year than guns ever have or will. Guess it's impolitic to refer to facts in this type of discussion though. Fear is all the ammunition the do-gooder needs.

My kids grew up with guns in the house also, (granted I could afford a better gun safe than my dad could). Hope they haven't been scarred for life. Thankfully, they resisted the overwhelming urge to pocket a weapon and terrorize their high school.

Wish I understood the proselytizing mindset that feels free to insist that "since I don't approve of a given activity.. you shouldn't approve of it either". Haut couture makes me itch. The very though of enduring ballet gives me a migraine. OTOH, if you fancy an evening spent watching anorexic women stalk the runway (or dance in tights).. have at it. S'a free country after all. The very thought of eating bait (sushi) or raw fish eggs makes me gag, but if that's your cuppa I'm more than happy to pass the wasabi.

I have no plans to publicize the dangers of mercury poisoning, or display gory photos of the internal parasites consumed with uncooked fish. I'd appreciate if the bosom beating firearm activists among us would return the favor.

I enjoy a fall Sunday afternoon on the fining line. Whether officiating or participating, the smell of spent cordite just makes my day. Shooting, cleaning, collecting firearms is an integral part of my American heritage; one that I've enjoyed since childhood. Serving my community teaching firearm safely courses to gradeschoolers and handgun safely to single mothers is just part of who I am. You're welcome.

Oh yeah, and that's Dr redneck wacko to you.


PS: My firearms are all replicas!

[Posh]

Guess I'm just another redneck wacko. Grew up w/ guns of all description in the house. Dad (redneck wacko senior) was an avid enthusiast, ended up with more of an "accumulation" than a coherent collection. Learned to safely handle, disassemble, clean, and respect firearms from an early age. 'Course I grew up in an era of personal responsibility as well. Times have changed, and now children must be "protected" from any and all dangers whether real or only perceived. Guns were just as lethal when I was young, but common sense was a more highly prized commodity back then.

My kids grew up with guns in the house also, (granted I could afford a better gun safe than my dad could). Hope they haven't been scarred for life. Thankfully, they resisted the overwhelming urge to pocket a weapon and terrorize their high school.

Wish I understood the proselytizing mindset that feels free to insist that "since I don't approve of a given activity.. you shouldn't approve of it either". Haut couture makes me itch. The very though of enduring ballet gives me a migraine. OTOH, if you fancy an evening spent watching anorexic women stalk the runway (or dance in tights).. have at it. S'a free country after all. The very thought of eating bait (sushi) or raw fish eggs makes me gag, but if that's your cuppa I'm more than happy to pass the wasabi.

I have no plans to publicize the dangers of mercury poisoning, or display gory photos of the internal parasites consumed with uncooked fish. I'd appreciate if the bosom beating firearm activists among us would return the favor.

I enjoy a fall Sunday afternoon on the fining line. Whether officiating or participating, the smell of spent cordite just makes my day. Shooting, cleaning, collecting firearms is an integral part of my American heritage; one that I've enjoyed since childhood. Serving my community teaching firearm safely courses to gradeschoolers and handgun safely to single mothers is just part of who I am. You're welcome.

Oh yeah, and that's Dr redneck wacko to you.


PS: My firearms are all replicas!

That's a perfectly acceptable view to take about guns. You can pepper your life with them and make one available to you or your children at every turn in your home, office, RV or boat. That's not redneck; that's simply AMERICAN. And I would be unpatriotic rabble rouser if I said otherwise.

The dangers of sushi are underplayed. I urge you to do a self-indulgent post about the dangers of a Spider Roll or a soft shell crab sandwich on the populace. I mean, here I am waxing poetic, and liberal, about guns and kids with guns when there's a danger like sushi whose true evil has yet to be unmasked. I really don't think you're redneck doctor; I believe you're a profile in courage.