I will give up my guns when someone explains and convinces me that the second amendment does not mean what it says, and Diane Fienstein and all Federal and State officials and police give up their guns.
I want to see Presidents walk down Pennsylvania Avenue with Secret Service Protection but no guns. I want to see Diane Feinstein walk through East LA with no protection, I want Senator Mary Landrieu to walk the fifth ward at night and no weapons on her or her body guards, I want to see SWAT Squads go into a confrontation with no guns. When that happens we can consider talking about me turning in my weapons.
I want to live. I will not give up my weapons to a Dictatorial State. I live in Texas and we do understand that weapons are the last resort against tyranny. We do remember Concord, Massachusetts, we do remember WWI, WWII, The Alamo, The Goliad, Inchon Reservior, and the jungles of Vietnam.
“Do not tread on me, Come and take it. Molen Labe.”
I will give up my guns when I am convinced that I will never be confronted by those more powerful, more numerous and less principled than I.
In other words, on the second Tuesday of next week.