My father was a “Lifetime Member” back from when the NRA may have stood for hunter’s rights. I know by mid eighties he was done with the organization. I remember the magazines in the bathroom and always thought the “I had a Gun and Saved my Family” stories always over the top. But the whole, “You won’t hear these stories from the media” was already apparent back then.
When pops passed, I let my share of the family arsenal (4 shotguns, a few rifles, the Frontier Colts and some other hand guns) go to my eldest brother (neither of my other siblings wanted any) because I didn’t want the responsibility of owning a gun. I wasn’t living in a great place then, not that I was burglarized, but place near me were and I did not want to worry about securing a gun under those circumstances.
There have been a few times I’ve regretted the decision, but usually just momentarily. I enjoy a day at the range. The smell, the blue haze in the air, the satisfaction of hitting the bullseye, but I also don’t have to worry about the security of the guns when they are not in my posession. That was one of the “perks” of my army service: fun guns (yes, I said GUN) to play with and then they went back under lock and key. Even then I remember several instances when a few rifles and even an M-60 went “missing” from Fort Hood in the late 90s.
I’ll never be one for complete disarmament of the populous (I grew up knowing too many families that fed themselves hunting) but - damn - the AR-15 and its ilk are designed for mass casualties. Full stop.
You need something for “Home Protection”? Shotgun
You “have” to have a CCW? Revolver would be my preference, but sure, pack your glock.
Hunting? Plenty of long arms that don’t have high-capacity magazines.
Yes. The proverbial cat is out of the bag. I have enough tools in my garage and with enough patience, I could construct a semi-automatic rifle. But why the hell do we make it so damn easy to go out and buy one?
I’m ranting now. Pissed off and just plain pissed.
At the end of the day I don’t want a gun in my house. You know the saying, “When all you have is a hammer, every problem looks like a nail.”
Now I’m going to go back to being a Regency era Space Moose because THAT MAKES SENSE