Oh, My, Read This
Thursday, May 03, 2007
And then tell this woman that she does not need a gun or to carry it.
Double dog dare you, Nancy, Diane, and the rest of the gun grabbers.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?"
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