One of my more random brain farts is the question "What if it had been an actual infantry combat vet that had been armed with an AR-15,who had tripped and fallen on his back before being assaulted by communist rioters,instead of a kid with no combat experience?"
I HAVE to think these bozos have NO freaking idea how lucky they and their fellow rioters were.
Does the phrase from an old Beatles song "Happiness is a warm gun" mean anything to any of you,or is it just me?
And PLEASE keep in mind that I have NOT pointed a gun,loaded OR unloaded at any creature other than a poisonous snake or a rabid racoon since I left VN,and have ZERO actual desire to ever do so again.
BTW,this actually includes street thugs who thought they were going to ratpack me. I just told them I had a gun in my pocket and that if they came any closer they would be wearing large holes in their heads,and to talk it over and make up their minds what they wanted to do because I was in no hurry to go anywhere,and then smiled at them and sat down with my back against a wall and my hand in my coat pocket to wait their decision.
For some odd reason they seemed to hear their mamas calling them home for dinner,because they just wandered off.
Probably THE smartest move they made their whole lives because I had my hand on a 44 special with a 3 inch barrel loaded with 200 grain silvertip hollowpoints,and make no mistake about it,I WOULD have shot them dead on the spot if they had tried to go through the attack.
BUT......attack me with the intent of causing me bodily harm or death,and you will suddenly and rapidly discover what true violence looks and feels like.
Pay attention if this does happen because it will be a short lesson.