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Find The Boots

Rantings from a few corporate types about life, technology, travel, guns, politics, and everything good in the world.

Oh, My, Read This

Thursday, May 03, 2007

And then tell this woman that she does not need a gun or to carry it.

Two decades ago I shook my head no. The Bad Guy didn't care. He tore my clothes from my body. He held a knife. He held a knife curved like an angel's wing. He held a knife to my throat. He tore my clothes. He raped me. One decade later I fought back. It wasn't too late; my mind could still escape. I bought a gun, a handgun forged of steel and hunger, bought a gun made for a man.

"We have smaller models. Perhaps something like this?"

Double dog dare you, Nancy, Diane, and the rest of the gun grabbers.

   

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