The gun makes me more fearful than I could have imagined.
When I bought my very first motorcycle at the age of 43, I remember riding it back to my home on the freeway. I was afraid to go over 50 as cars whizzed by me. Within two weeks I had pegged the speedo at 120 and felt comfortable commuting in the HOV lane in Seattle at night during rush hour in a driving rain storm. Ok, maybe two months...
And when I bought my first real rifle, an SKS, I felt like I was holding something “evil” until I snapped out of it and put 15 rounds through it. It is not evil, it is just powerful and demands respect, similar to the thinking you should have when driving a car.
The whole article is simply her projecting and the title says it all.
And when I bought my first real rifle, an SKS,
Many years ago, I shot regularly at a relatively uncontrolled rifle & pistol range on state DNR land. One fine day, some individuals had placed a bowling ball at the base of the berm, and were shooting at it with various pistols ... seemingly without effect. Curious, I turned my scope on it to watch. To my surprise, they were actually hitting it. Repeatedly. The bullets simply splattered off. I heard one of them exclaim "This is bull$#!+!!!" ... and unlimber an SKS.
Ten rounds reduced the bowling ball to small shards.
Handguns are handguns. Rifles (even medium powered ones) are rifles.