I’ve never made any secret of the fact that I don’t especially like Airman Doors. However, in this particular thread I have to agree with him. Douchebag cops oughtn’t to be playing with weapons, less-lethal or otherwise, in bars.
What really makes this thread special, though, is the number of pants-wetters soiling themselves because Doors had a gun on his person while he was in a bar. Guess what, pants-wetters? Lots of folks, like yours truly, carry guns everywhere. Bars. Malls. Dry cleaners. Restaurants. Everywhere.
I carry concealed primarily as a courtesy to pants-wetters like yourselves. It must be a sad, pitiful life to be so irrationally afraid of an inaminate object. 'Cause here’s the crux of the matter: if I wanted somebody dead, it isn’t the gun that makes it possible. It’s whether I want it enough.
Don’t fear guns, pants-wetters. Fear people who have a sincere desire to take your life.
Oh, and Dio? You’ve covered yourself with stupid in this thread even more than usually.