I have a distant relative who is sitting in prison for life (and has been there, going on 40 years) whose favorite pistol were cheap .22 revolvers.
Allegedly, he had a bad habit of walking up to people who owed other people money (or whatever) and shooting them behind the ear in in broad daylight on city streets.
Never got caught doing that; went to prison for racketeering, though.
Apparently going to stay there because he is not a rat, which I appreciate — from a distance.
Anyway, that’s immediately what I think about when I see a .22 pistol. Cheap, throw-away, murder weapon.
I always think of John Hinkley and Reagan when I hear of cheap 22s.