In an ironic, twisted way, Joe Plugs might have a point.
As a huge James Bond fan in the Sixties, I couldn’t afford an Aston-Martin, but I was able to afford a 7.65mm Walther PPK, same as in the Connery films. Still have it.
But if you enjoy owning guns just for the pleasure of collecting them, what’s so bitterclinger about that?
Here’s a translation of a 17th Century German woodcut entitled “The Gun Nut”:
I’m an upright citizen,
Can’t stand the smell of powder, even.
Yet I own all kinds of weapons,
Bringing me but few laudations.
Because I know not how to use them,
Just see that rust does not suffuse them.
“In an ironic, twisted way, Joe Plugs might have a point.
As a huge James Bond fan in the Sixties, I couldnt afford an Aston-Martin, but I was able to afford a 7.65mm Walther PPK, same as in the Connery films. Still have it.”
I agree. Some enjoy driving their Ferraris, others enjoy the feel of a particular gun while target shooting. I fail to see why either group should be deprived of pleasures that harm no one. (Except Liberals whose minds blow up at the thought of freedom.)