I recently caught up with one of my boys from back home, a man I had grown up with but seen little of in recent years. We reminisced about the old days, cheered prospective tomorrows, and laughed at his jackass brother’s running afoul of Johnny Law. (This may be the only time a pot bust has made me smile, instead of inciting unmitigated rage.) Eventually, I must have said something really wise-assed, because my friend mock-threatened me with the fact that there were several loaded weapons in the next room.
“Sure, dude.” I thought, laughing inwardly. I knew he hadn’t been training seriously for awhile, and while I would never have knifed my childhood pal, the weapon’s presence in my back pocket (Indonesian style, thanks much) led me to believe that my would-be assailant would never have made it to the apartment’s far end and his waiting arsenal.
Some hours passed, and I had almost forgotten my inward joke entirely. The subject returned to my thought, however, when the issue of gun control was raised. “Yeah,” my friend said casually, “just got my CCW. Check it out.” With seeming nonchalance, he reached beneath his shirt and passed to me a small .22 pistol. “The gun’s not the best,” he admitted, “but if you pay a little extra for the right ammo, it does the job.”
Oh shit, son.
While I was at first enthused about having (yet another) perpetually armed amigo – there is, after all, something to be said for personal security – I watched in minute terror as my own similar reasoning backfired. I’m not saying I couldn’t have closed distance, if my friend was off on his aim or if I happened to be Tony Jaa, but I have no desire to come out swinging against even a pissant .22 in any state of armament, let alone a single blade! Wasn’t my thought, in believing I could prevent his prior threat, built along the same lines as his? And, by extension, could his not as well prove dangerous?
There is a lesson to be learned here. I am not sure if the lesson is one of disarmament, or a simple matter of “always carry the bigger gun.” I bring the subject up because gun control is something we have to face not only individually in procuring weapons, training, or concealment permits, but on a civic, legislative level.
I have no agenda here. I carry weapons sometimes, always knives, and have considered acquiring a permit to conceal handguns. Recently, I have been “strapped” less frequently, simply because I do not always want to greet the world as if I am holding my breath for warfare. Also, I believe it is the right of a citizen to arm himself against his government, as per the second amendment of our constitution.
Conversely, I also believe that people are morons; the last thing we need is a bunch of thugs and rednecks running about with lethal firepower and the requisite machismo for its use. Perhaps they can kill each other and have done with it?
In any event, the following questions seem to be in order.
1. Do you own/carry a deadly weapon?
2. If yes, are you trained in its use and willing to utilize said training? If no, does it frighten you that others do have deadly weapons on their person, often concealed from public view?
3. In what scenarios would you actually use, or condone the use of, a deadly weapon against another human being? Is it enough that a man should scratch your ride or nail your baby mama, or does a bullet to the face require something more in the way of provocation?
Hope to hear from you all – play nice.
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