Ok, I’m actually
stealing borrowing Daddy Bear’s quote of the day
It isn’t the weapon that’s the dangerous part of any equation. It’s the person holding it.
I am not dangerous because I carry a gun. Not to the standard, every-day, law-abiding schmuck.
I am dangerous to those who think that I am prey. Because I am not, and have never been.
–Heroditus Huxley, “It’s Not The Weapon“
Which goes right along with Tam’s conversation with a polite anti.
You see, I, and many others like me, pose no danger to anyone. Gun or no gun. In fact, I have never had cause to use my firearm against anyone. (Arguably, the wind did a little brandishing for me once.)
I will not hesitate to answer violence with violence, but I will never be the one to introduce it. Back in my daycare years, I did black an eye, possibly break a nose, and introduce a boy’s groin to my knee, but that was after he broke the little finger on my left hand. You introduce the violence; I am not inclined to fight fair. Thankfully, teachers were still allowed to apply common sense back then, and all I got out of the incident was sympathy, an ice pack, and a call to my parents so I could get medical attention. He got in trouble. My finger is still crooked, but he never messed with me again.
I carry a firearm because it is the most effective means of stopping violence, not to inflict it. I am not naive enough to believe that I could still answer an attack the way I could on the playground so many years ago. The bad guys and bullies are much bigger now. And there aren’t any teachers ready to intervene.