This is a story I commonly use when dealing with the anti-gun chanters.
You and your family of 4 have just exited off the Interstate in hopes of having a nice meal at that cozy little cabin restaurant you saw from the highway. You pull in and notice traffic is light, so the service should be quick. You and your family, which consists of your beautiful wife and 2 young daughters, have settled into your comfortable seats and are enjoying a conversation about your recent vacation and all the fun you had. You are sipping coffee and patiently waiting for your dinner when you happen to notice a strange man in a trench coat walk through the door and sit at the counter. You don't even think about the fact that he is wearing a long heavy coat and it is 85 degrees outside. You didn't notice his far away look. You just go back to the family discussion and thinking about how good that hot roast beef is going to taste. The waitress arrives with your meals, and you suddenly have this terrible feeling. Something isn't right. Your mind goes blank, you smell smoke and hear what you later describe, through your uncontrollable sobbing, as 'firecrackers' though you know that isn't at all what you heard. Snapping back to reality you see the man in the trench coat that you have forgotten about standing at the center of the diner, you see the flash from the gun as he pulls the trigger. You look to your left and see one of your baby girls slumped lifeless in her seat. You do your best to cover your family as you listen to the screams, the gunfire, and the agony. It seems like an eternity before the 'firecrackers' stop going off and you think for a brief second that life could get no worse then that very moment, and you pray to God for someone to save you and your family.
Same diner, same family. This time you don't notice another family to your right. The difference this time is the leader of that family is a sheepdog, and ever since 'Mr. Trench coat' walked through the door, he has been on high alert. He noticed the coat, the look. He noticed the man's darting eyes. When 'Mr. Trench coat' stands up, the sheepdog already has his hand on his concealed weapon. His trusty .45 the he is never without. When 'Mr. Trench coat' pulls his weapon, the sheepdog reacts. Again you smell smoke and hear 'firecrackers' but it is over in a matter of seconds. The sheepdog shouts at the waitress to call '911' and immediately disarms the BG. You sit stunned at what just happened, but you and your family are safe. You will go home tonight.
The anti-gunner is a hypocrite. He slams guns and gun ownership, but would hang from the ankles of the man who saved his and his family's life with a gun. He hates guns until the moment he needs one, then he wishes he had one. He uses the 1st Amendment to attempt and destroy the 2nd.
My statements to the anti are simple and easy: I hope that one day, God forbid, when your life is on the line, that there is a sheepdog who exercises his right to keep and bear arms who will save your life.
They say to me, "You will never need a gun!"
I say to them, "It is better to have and not need, then to need and not have." Too many people die every day, too many people have their lives forever changed. Too many people rely on LE and others to protect them and their families.
Bad idea. :argue: