Why in the world would you give someone a gun and let them point it at your heart? When it comes to firearms aimed at my center mass, it’s NERF or nothing. I guess I’m just not as romantic as the thousands of people who’ve been Tweeting and re-Tweeting this sentiment over the last few months. I get the teenage angst-driven “love  = vulnerability” sentiment. I hear the “never waste a good girlfriend/boyfriend” message. I understand that the saying projects a tough-but-sensitive vibe for Twitter philosophers like Kevin B [above]. But the Tweet’s underlying sentiment goes against my basic firearms philosophy: never trust anyone with a gun . . .

I’ve said it many times: I believe people should be able to walk into Wally World, buy a gun, buy some bullets, put said bullets into said gun and walk out. I’m also happy to arm strangers with my excess firepower should the situation warrant (e.g. a previously unknown homeowner joining me on the ramparts in the midst of civil unrest).

I’d love to live in a world where open carry was de rigeur. I’d have no problem attending a lacrosse game where most of the parents holstered handguns on their hips. Gun racks in SUVs? Bring it on. An armed society is . . . an armed society. Which is WAY better than an unarmed society, on all sorts of levels.

But again, I don’t trust anyone with a gun. That would be stupid; one bullet can ruin your whole day. So let’s do the math. I think everyone should have a gun. I don’t trust anyone with a gun. Ergo I don’t (or wouldn’t) trust anyone. Your problem being?

I feel so sorry for you. How can you live in a world where you never let your guard down and carelessly ming with friends, family and kind-hearted strangers? You must be so lonely. Bitter. Twisted. Hard-hearted. In fact . . .

You gun rights people are sick. You’re paranoid and delusional. Anti-social and dangerous. Trigger happy. You’re the very people who shouldn’t have a gun in the first place. If we can craft laws that exclude you from gun ownership, society would be a lot safer and . . . happier!

Yeah, well, are you packing or not?

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  2. “Falling in love is like giving someone a gun and letting them point it at your heart but trusting them not to pull the trigger.”

    I agree completely with this sentence except I think that the author doesn’t know much about anatomy. Hey KevinB, it ain’t your heart that you need to worry about.

  3. As the saying goes, hope for the best, prepare for the worst.

    And yes I’m packing, it’s surprising how well a full-size 1911 can be carried in an IWB holster without anyone knowing.

  6. Ok, so love = vulnerability. Fine, I get that, but the whole gun analogy thing doesn’t work for me. If the love of your life breaks your heart, you pack up and move on. It’s kinda tough to “just deal with it” when your ticker’s been handed a few new holes. Teenage angst is fine and all, but I’d take it over, say, .357-induced angst any day.

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