One tenet of the National Rifle Association's faith has always been that handgun controls do little to stop criminals from obtaining handguns. For once, the NRA is right and America's leading handgun control organization is wrong. Criminals don't buy guns in gun stores. That's why they're criminals. But it isn't criminals who are killing most of the 20,000 to 22,000 people who die from handguns each year. We are.
I know what you're thinking. Did he fire six shots or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?
He held up the AK-47, the muscles in his arm bunching against the weight. 'This is an assault rifle.' Then held up the handgun. 'This is a semi-automatic pistol.' Then he gave a little thrust of his hips and looked down at his penis. 'That is my gun. As you've discovered, it's pumpaction like a shotgun , but it doesn't fire bullets.
If I do get a handgun, I can take it to the sheriff's department, and in about as much time as it would take me to order a value meal at Wendy's, they will give me a concealed-carry license. There will be no screening at all to see whether I'm qualified to carry a gun in public - which I absolutely am not. That's one of the reasons I haven't gotten a gun in the first place: I don't know how to use one.
A handgun ban is not realistically enforceable. Confiscating guns would require house-to-house searches and alienate the very individuals whose compliance is essential to the success of any regulation. If gun ownership were prohibited, organized crime would step in to provide the firearms that will continue to be procured with criminal intent.
If a politician isn't perfectly comfortable with the idea of his average constituent, any man, woman, or responsible child, walking into a hardware store and paying cash -- for any rifle, shotgun, handgun, machinegun, anything - without producing ID or signing one scrap of paper, he isn't your friend no matter what he tells you.
L. Neil Smith
I know what you're thinking," Grandma said into the silence. "Do I have anymore bullets in this here gun? Well, with all the confusion, what with being locked up in a refrigerator, I plumb forgot what was in here to start with. But being that this is a 45 magnum, the most powerful handgun in existence, and it could blow your head clean off, you just got to ask yourself one question. Do you feel lucky today? Well, do you, punk?" Christ," Spiro whispered. "She thinks she's f**king Clint Eastwood.
I support a total ban on handgun ownership for anyone under eighteen. Uzis should be absolutely banned from entering this country. Automatic weapons of any kind should not be for sale in America. For that matter, toy Uzis should not be available for kids, either. There would be a minimum seven-day waiting period between applying for a gun permit and obtaining a gun.
The human reached inside Wrath's jacket and started pulling out weapons. Three throwing stars, a switchblade, a handgun, a length of chain. "Jesus Christ," the cop muttered as he dropped the steel links on the ground with the rest of the load. "You got some ID? Or wasn't there enough room in here for a wallet, considering you're carrying about thirty pounds of concealed weapons?
The most dangerous action a woman can take when faced with a criminal is to resist with her fists: That tends to annoy violent criminals, and the woman will very likely be seriously injured. But a woman who takes the advice of Handgun Control Inc. and passively submits is 2.5 times more likely to be injured than a woman who resists with a gun. So if you don't want to lie back and enjoy it, get a gun. Otherwise you may never become a mom.
Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell. The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed. Blood gushed rhythmically from my open wound, then from my eyes, my ears, my mouth. It tasted like salt and failure. The bright red shame of being unloved soaked the grass in front of our house, the bricks of the path, the steps of the porch. My heart spasmed among the peonies like a trout.
The Pennsylvania Game Commission has charged a man with going deer hunting with a handgun in a Wal-Mart parking lot. He is being charged with reckless endangerment, but may plead guilty to the lesser charge of being a redneck.... Hunting in a Wal-Mart parking lot. That's got to be some good eating — a deer that lives on leftover Twizzlers and Mountain Dew.
Gun-free zones don't deter criminals-they help them by providing a guarantee that they will not face any armed resistance. But they do deter the law-abiding. A faculty member with a concealed-handgun permit who breaks the campus gun ban would be fired and likely find it impossible to get admitted to another school. Bringing a firearm into a gun-free zone can have serious adverse consequences for law-abiding people. But for someone like the Virginia Tech killer, the threat of expulsion is no deterrent at all.
Number one, we need to get in shape, number two we need to shoot, number three, we need to learn self-defense, and number four, we need to study small-unit tactics... If you do not have 5,000 rounds of .223, 5,000 rounds of .22 and 1,000 rounds of handgun ammo, as a MINIMUM, you're wrong. We need to train our families how to shoot as well. We need to get food. We need to have a year's supply of food, two years supply of seeds, we need to have a year's supply of sundry items. That's what it means to be an American. We prepare for the worst but hope for the best.
IT'S JUST THESE STUPID MOTHERFUCKERS NEVER GET IT, IT'S PATHETIC YO, THEY GET TO THE PROS AND DON'T DO SHIT LIKE THEY REDDICK WHEN I GET THAT CHEDICK I'M A TAKE IT STRAIGHT TO THE MEDICS CUZ THESE SICK KIDS NEED IT MORE THAN I NEED A NECKLACE Y'ALL NEED TO RESPECT THIS I'M ASHER PAUL ROTH, YO I'M ALWAYS ON THE GUESTLIST YEAH I GOT A CHECKLIST, STAY GETTING CHECKED BITCH KEEP YOUR MOUTH CLOSED DON'T LET YOURSELF GET CHECKED BITCH RAP'S WAYNE GRETZKY, YES I'M THE BEST AND ONLY 22 MORE LIKE ALEX OVECHKIN I SUGGEST Y'ALL INVEST IN SOME SELF- ESTEEM, INTERVENE WITH CHARLSTON HESTON'S PLAN TO ARM EVERY MAN WITH A HANDGUN WHO KILLS PEOPLE: THE GUN OR THE MAN? UM, I'M THE BEST SWORD FIGHTER IN THE LAND, COME TEST ME I'LL BE DRINKING WINE WHILE PRACTICING MY FENCING AND DRIVE A JET-SKI, STRAIGHT MULTI-TASKING HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD? I DON'T KNOW, DON'T ASK ME A MILLION HERE, A MILLION THERE YEAH YOU GOT A MIL BUT FOR REAL DOG, NOBODY CARES IF YOU DON'T SHARE, YOU DON'T DONATE TO CHARITY CHILDREN WHO CAN BARELY EAT, NO SHOES ON THEIR FEET WE DON'T SEE, WE DON'T READ, WE DON'T REALLY NEED TO SELF-CENTERED HUMANS BE THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL MOTHERFUCKER I'M ILL
I grabbed a shard of glass and spun around, brandishing it in front of me. It was a pretty, stippled blue piece, nice and sharp. 'Hold on, tiger. I give up.' A bear of a man stood in front of me, hands raised in mock surrender- well, except for the shotgun in his right hand. He towered well over six feet and was shaped like a linebacker, one who'd gone a little too long between haircuts. Dark curls hugged the collar of a basic black T-shirt that almost camouflaged a black shoulder holster holding some type of nasty-looking black handgun. It all matched his black jeans and boots. He looked like the poster child for an upscale GQ mercenary. The only shred of color on him was his eyes, and they were dark brown. Mr. Monochromatic. He laid the shotgun on the table near the door and stepped back, hands up, watching me from beneath hooded lids. A lesser woman would have noticed the thick muscles moving under his tanned skin when he raised his arms, or the T-shirt that fit just snugly enough to send a girl's thoughts to the Promised Land. Good thing I don't notice stuff like that. 'If you want to search me for more weapons, I'm game.' My eyes shot back to his, and I felt my cheeks flush, hot and bothered on the way to angry. Leave it to a guy to open his mouth and ruin a perfectly good moment.