This is Texas, so naturally, the gifts we get for Christmas are just a tiny bit different than what the rest of the world gets. For instance, my husband got himself an AK47. A real one. Why? Because Obama may try to ban them again. Yeah, you say he should? Why? For Christ’s sake, my husband has rifles in his gun safe that are more powerful than that stupid ratty gun. My opinion is this: any gun/rifle I can actually lift to my shoulder, is not worth worrying about.
Anyway, I was truly glad he got his AK47, he was so happy about the damned thing. I love weapons anyway. If you know me, then you know I’m heavily into martial arts, and therefore, weapons. Of course, the weapons I use are somewhat different. Mostly they come in long poles, knives, and throwing stars and weird shaped knife-looking things that are, in the proper hands, quite dangerous. I’d like to think of myself as dangerous. It has a nice ring to it.
So this Christmas, you can just imagine how excited I was to find under the tree, my very own, brand spanking new, shiny (well not really) Glock. That’s right. I am now the proud owner of a 40 m Glock. Here it is:
Now, I’ve never in my life shot a gun of any type, so I’m a little stupid when it comes to them. I took the thing from the case and immediately was met with shouts from the entire room, “Whoa! Don’t aim that at me!” “Point at the ground, dummy!” “Hey! Watch where you’re aiming!” and “Somebody please take that away from her!”
After I was shown how to properly handle a gun that had no clip yet, and shown how to cock it, etc… everyone around me calmed down by several degrees. My husband took me out back (we own several acres), and without bullets, proceeded to give me lessons. How to hold it, how to sight, and then I was to try cocking it. And that’s as far as we got because… well… because to my horror and utter embarrassment, I just couldn’t do it!
I clearly pictured in my mind being attacked by some gun wielding frenzied killer and me going:
“Hmph. yiaaagh. Hmmmph!”
“Look; I’m sorry about this, but I can’t seem to find the strength to cock this damned thing. Would you mind coming back to get me after I’ve built up my arm strength? Or better yet, go try to rob and kill somebody with skills closer to your own, will ya?”