Since Oct 23, 2000
I hate muslims.
I'm a retired US Army Sergeant Major.
I'm a life member of the NRA, contribute regularly to the NRA-ILA and encourage others to do so, even if you are a member of the NRA, life or otherwise.
Remember, the ILA is independent of dues money for the NRA and they are they strongest voice we have in Congress...the only lobbying effort I support.
I strongly advocate self-defense.
Children, once they reach the age of 5, should be familiarized with guns, taught the severity of misuse and taught responsibility of proper use.
At age 10, they should be given the opportunity to actively participate in competitive shooting and by age 18, should be fully prepared to accept the responsibility for their own self-defense and the defense of their loved ones.
Guns should never be forced on a sub-adult (or anyone for that matter), but exposure to the sport of competitive shooting should begin early for those that show an interest.
And never, never forget the first rule of a gunfight:
Have a gun!
As I have aged, I find it is no longer pleasant to carry my race-tuned 1911, and have gradually gone to smaller and smaller carry-pistols.
But I've also sharpened my skills at putting that smaller projectile in the right place.
A .380 in the right place will kill just as quickly as a .45.
Again, in the RIGHT place.
I no longer consider a .380 a mouse gun, as there are now loads available that are reaching 1200 fps.
But, no matter what you carry, practice, practice, practice...then practice some more.
When the adrenaline is flowing and the stress of the moment is giving you tunnel vision, it doesn't really matter if you have a .45 or a .22...you've got to put the round in the right place.
(I do not advocate a .22 as a carry/defensive weapon, unless it's your last gasp go to and you're close enough to put it directly into his ear.)
And last, but certainly not least: Be careful in them damned boats, especially when you have all your guns with you!
No problem in taking your babies out for some fresh air, but carry life jackets, you know?