How Gun Owners Are

Shooting Themselves In The Foot

If you’ve ever been to a gun club, you’ve seen the phenomena…

The guys roll up with the giant trucks…Dodge 4x4s, Ford F-350s, Chevy 3500s.

Inside the flat bed tool box they’re packing Colts and Rugers and ARs with all the attachments…

I’m talking the fiber optic laser site, the tactical foregrip, the milspec night vision tracer rounds…these guys have got it all!

You’re expecting the American Sniper to step out of this Norman Rockwell painting…

But instead, you get an overweight “Tacturd” with a beer gut bigger than our debt to China.

That spare tire for the Dodge?

They’re packing it in the front.

“Bullet? Meet Glass House”

Now I’m a gun-owner. I’m a gun guy. I like the 2nd Amendment.

We like to make fun of the gun-grabbers who say things like “I’m about to go fully semi-automatic” on an AR-15 with a chainsaw bayonet…

But what about the guy who thinks he’s going to single-handedly Red Dawn it when he looks like a heart attack waiting to happen?

We gotta fix up our own house, because it’s made of glass…

And it’s the not-so bullet-proof kind.

“Blake Shelton, Meet Audie Murphy”

Supreme Court Justice Joseph Story saw the “Tacturd” phenomena coming a mile away in the 1890 abridgment to his Commentaries on the Constitution:

“And yet, though this truth would seem so clear, and the importance of a well regulated militia would seem so undeniable, it cannot be disguised, that among the American people there is a growing indifference to any system of militia discipline, and a strong disposition, from a sense of its burthens, to be rid of all regulations.

“How it is practicable to keep the people duly armed without some organization, it is difficult to see. There is certainly no small danger, that indifference may lead to disgust, and disgust to contempt; and thus gradually undermine all the protection intended by this clause of our national bill of rights.

It’s almost like he went in a time machine and travelled forward to the future.

Because when you’re tactical training consist of getting drunk in a deer stand rocking out to Blake Shelton…

You’re probably not going to be the Audie Murphy ready to save the Republic from enemies foreign and domestic.

Caribbean Islands

And

Kevlar Plates

One time I went to an outdoor show at a big-time expo center.

Now this place has got it all…crossbows, throwing knives, boats the size of a Caribbean island…

Here, you can get every kind of AR-15 attachment you can dream of…custom stocks, custom grips, custom sites…

You can even build your own AR platform!

But not one booth offered any kind of program for physical development for its patrons.

$1000 flashlights?

Sure.

Kevlar armor plates?

Sure.

Beer kiosks at covering every aisle corner?

Of course!

But not one program to get you in the kind of shape that could actually save your life…much less give you the strength wear one of those Kevlar plates!

Kids And Teddy Bears

I’m a gun-owner…and I’m sick about this.

Why do we do this? Why do we draw caricatures of ourselves and give the Liberal elites stereotypes to complain about?

It all comes down to us substituting stuff for action.

That’s right…we don’t really want the responsibility and strength that comes from really training like an operator.

Instead, we only want the totems of power…the toys that make us feel large and in charge without actually putting in the work.

If we took a hard look at ourselves, we’d see that we’re no different than the little kid carting around his teddy bear for good luck.

If we don’t grow up now, we’ll find out that symbols of strength are no substitute for the real thing.

And we’ll find it out at the worst possible time…

When it all hits the fan.