Skip to comments.Why I Became a Gun Rights Advocate
Posted on 02/18/2013 7:24:01 AM PST by EXCH54FE
Think of the children. Ive heard that a lot lately, or variations thereof.
One woman recently chided me on Twitter with the following: Imagine if you had kids! Think about others instead of your pocketbook suffering.
I dont have to imagine having kids. I actually have five of them, from a 26-year old daughter to 7-year old twins. Just like every gun-owning parent I know, I love them more than I love my firearms. And I know first hand that gun control laws like a ban on commonly owned firearms, tough restrictions for legal gun purchases, and even mandatory background checks on all gun sales wont do a thing to protect my kids.
I know this because my oldest two children spent years living in the crime-ridden hellhole of Camden, New Jersey.
I didnt grow up in a household with guns. My parents divorced when I was eight, and despite my mom growing up in rural Oklahoma, she never expressed an interest in firearms. As a result, I was like most non-gun owners growing up; I didnt think much about the issue of gun control at all. That changed when I was 22 years old and fell in love with a woman I met online.
Elaine was nine years older than I was, but that didnt matter to me. She was a single mom of two, and that didnt bother me either. We would talk on the computer for hours every night, and then spend hours more on the phone before drifting off to sleep for a few precious minutes of sleep.
It was hard for a guy who grew up in the suburbs of Oklahoma City to truly understand what life was like for her there in Camden
until the night I thought shed been murdered.
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Not saying they don't have a wonderful marriage...just saying we live in bizarre times.
While I did go shooting with my dad some as a kid, he was never much into guns, and commensurately neither was I. Then I lived on the border of a bad neighborhood in Pittsburgh during grad school. Hearing gunshots was not a rare occurrence. This convinced me that it would be a good idea to be able to shoot back if it ever came to it. Hence I went and got my first handgun.
Then I got into shooting and gun rights advocacy. Of course buying guns seems to be a lot like eating potato chips, you have a hard time stopping with just a few.
Other than that, things are dandy.
And to add insult to injury, it is the president who is telling us these things (and he appears to be a muslim, is conducting his own private wars, hates Israel, and wants to appoint a muslim convert to head the CIA).
Talk about accidentally slipping into the frikken twilight zone.
Back in the late 1960s, my medical insurance was screwed up. They weren't deducting the monthly payments and I was afraid the policy wouldn't be in effect if I needed it.
I'd finally had it and wrote a letter to the president of the company. That president sent the letter to the man who ran the insurance department and said “fix this woman's problem”. That department was in St. Louis, however the man in charge was from Texas and only there to get the problems fixed.
This man called me, came to Texas twice to see me and the third time I saw him, we got married. I didn't know his St. Louis address. He was the love of my life and died of kidney cancer in 1989. At the time of his death, he was a vice-president of the insurance company.
He always said, “You see how I fixed that woman's insurance problem.”