03-04-2004, 03:22 AM
Quote:Interesting word "need". If you want to start slinging that around you can get down to most people don't need a gun. Those that do what is their need? Who determins this? I doubt Doc needs half the guns he has; should he be forced to give them up should someone decide his need isn't great enough? I don't disagree with you about the current meathods used to determine who gets a firearm and who doesn't are flawed (see my previous post). However I have no problem someone who doesn't nessesarily "need" a certain firearm owning one, as long as they are law abiding and resonably proficient with it.
You can have my guns when you pry them from my cold dead fingers. No joke intended. I stockpile weapons because I can. Should society fall for some reason... Or if anarchy breaks out... And it does happen, I can use simple but effective common as dirt firearms as simple trade currency. All the ammo I have stockpiled can be used as nickles and dimes as well. Should something happen, I can infact, arm a small militia. If I choose to play General, it's my God Given American Born Right. Not only can you form a militia, you can stockpile the weapons you need to arm it properly and organize homeland defense. When and if something should ever happen, people like me, eccentric paranoid living out in the boonies hermits will be the deciding factor. Should something happen, there will be plenty of people singing a different tune, glad that people like me are around.
The guns I keep has nothing to do with what "I" need. They are merely a back up plan should the worst happen. Think of the guns I keep more as what you don't realize that "you" need.
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All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."