Today I swung my front door wide open
and placed my Stevens 320 right in the doorway. I gave it 6 shells, and
noticing that it had no legs, even placed it in my... wheelchair to help it get
around. I then left it alone and went about my business.
While I was gone, the mailman
delivered my mail, the neighbor boy across the street mowed the yard, a girl
walked her dog down the street, and quite a few cars stopped at the stop sign
right in front of our house.
After about an hour, I checked on the gun. It was
still sitting there in the wheelchair, right where I had left it. It hadn't
rolled itself outside. It certainly hadn't killed anyone, even with the
numerous opportunities it had been presented to do so. In fact, it hadn't even
loaded itself.
Well you can imagine my surprise, with all the media hype about how dangerous guns are and how they kill people. Either the media is wrong, and it's the misuse of guns by PEOPLE that kills people, or I'm in possession of the laziest gun in the world.
Alright, well I'm off to check on my spoons. I hear they're making people fat.
Let me tell everyone right now, so there is no surprise when it happens, God forbid that it does; but when they come to get my guns, they'll find me full of bullet holes, clutching to my still smoking gun in my right hand and the Constitution in my left. They seem not to understand that there are a lot of us old guys left in this country who are still willing to stand up and die for what we believe
in.
in.
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