Having read all the posts I’ve decided not to try and argue statistics with you guys or to make any statements about the majority of gun owners, Americans, Swedes, criminals or any other group. I’m only going to make statements about myself and let you decide if they are in any way relevent.
As I’ve stated in previous posts I am a gun owner and a big supporter of MY right to keep and bear arms. I’m not happy about anyone else being armed and dangerous, and I don’t trust anyone (especially a politician or public figure like Charlton Heston) who claims to be in any way pleased that I am armed. Why on Earth would someone who doesn’t know me be comforted by the thought that I could potentially blow their brains out? It doesn’t make any sense to me so I assume that these people support my right to bear arms only as a way to protect their own gun rights. I concede that America is too violent a place but I don’t think gun control laws would work and they might even make things worse. I think the only way I could actually decrease the number of guns in America would be to throw mine in the ocean. I am not willing to do that and here’s why:
I actually remember the instant I decided to become a gun owner. It was June of 1990, I was lying alone in bed in my apartment outside of Boston trying to fall asleep. I heard a noise, it came from down the hall in the kitchen, it sounded like the dirty pots in the sink were rattling. Why would the pots rattle? I could only think of one reason, someone was climbing in the window over the sink (which I had foolishly left open). I decided to call the police, I then realized the only phone was in the kitchen. I then thought to arm myself, the most serious weapon in the whole apartment was a 10-inch razor sharp butcher’s knife. It was in a wooden block on the kitchen counter next to the sink, someone climbing in the window would trip over it. I racked my brain to think of the best weapon I could find in my bedroom, it was a bicycle pump. I felt defenseless. After sweating in the dark for another half hour I finally realized that no one was in my apartment but me. The rattling noise was caused by a dozen empty soda cans I had placed on top of the refrigerator. They would rattle whenever the fridge kicked on or off. I hadn’t noticed the noise until the still of the night. I felt like an idiot.
The next day I installed a phone in my bedroom and went out to buy a small handgun for home protection. I found Massachusetts gun laws made buying a handgun next to impossible but buying a pistol grip 12 gauge pump was easy. In the ten years I’ve owned it I have never had to use my gun to defend myself, but I don’t consider it useless. Now when I hear a noise inside my apartment or outside my window I calmly monitor the noise to see if it grows threatening, secure in the knowledge that I could kill any man (or at least scare him off with the sound a shotgun makes when you pump it). I then wake up in the morning feeling refreshed. It seems that monitoring strange noises is better then counting sheep when you need a distraction in bed. I would not part with my gun for any reason.
I have contemplated the possibility of a tyranical government supported by a majority of Americans deciding that I and those like me are an undesireable minority (like the Jews in Nazi Germany). I concede that me and my 12 gauge would be ineffective against the might of the US Army. There is nothing I could do to stop them, but I could force them to kill me. No round ups, no concentration camps (or Japanese internment centers as they were called in our country), no slave labor, no humiliation just a short gun battle fought in my own home with my own gun. It’s a peace of mind that I value, I only hope I’ll have the guts to do it should it become necessary.
If there are any other gun owners reading this I would like to know why they acquired their first gun and what they have used it for. Have any of us actually shot someone in self defense or known someone who has? (Perhaps I should start a new thread, what do you think?)