originally posted by: Nickn3
I have no guns, lost them all in a freak boating accident. If I did , I would say come and get them sucker. If you didn’t know I am a firm believer
in the US Constitution, including the 2nd amendment.
Not me. I know exactly where mine are, and how loaded they are. No "freak boating accidents" here - I'm not a criminal, and I'll be damned if I act
all furtive and secretive like one. At least one is ALWAYS within reach, and topped off. Old habit die hard, I reckon.
The long and the short of it is that this law is not only unjust, it is illegal, because it goes in direct contravention of the US Constitution as
well as Common Law and a plethora of protections put in place to prevent governmental overreach and violation of rights.
Therefore, anyone coming to take any of them will be treated like the thieves they are, regardless of whose colors they are wearing.
Those guns do me no good at all in that situation if I have to yell out the door "wait a minute while I go un-stash my piece and limber it up, ok?" I
figured out a long time ago that the time most folks will start burying their guns to hide them is precisely the time they should be digging them up
to use them.
This is assuming, of course, that your "boating accident" was for the purpose of concealing the weapons from an unreasonable search and seizure.
That's exactly when you need them - right when they're so well hidden that they can't be found.
I'm an old man now, but a mean old bastard all the same. I just want to be left alone. I don't bother my neighbors, they don't bother me, everybody
happy. However, because I am now old, I harbor no illusions that any such firefight would not be my last. It in all probability would. That makes no
difference to me. I've been living on borrowed time for years now, and have realized for all those years that any day I get out of bed (or even stay
in it, for that matter) might be my last, and I've made peace with that. One day WILL be my last, and any day is as good as another for that.
Who wants to live forever, anyhow? And who, in their right mind, would rather live on their knees in a fascist police state?
Nossir, my guns ain't hidden. They can come get 'em whenever they feel froggy enough to jump. All they have to do is figure out how many of their
lives they are willing to trade for mine, because it's damned sure going to be more than one. Doesn't seem like a fair trade, but that's their
decision to make, not mine.
I'm not a danger to anyone, but they'd best not present themselves as a danger to me, either. I leave them alone, they leave me alone, everybody
happy. Everyone goes home at night to give momma a hug. If not, then a brief, young war breaks out, and the only thing left is to distribute the body
Better bring enough with them.
Die on your feet, don't live on your knees.