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Chestnuts Roasting
As We Open Fire
Commentary
By
Mike S. Adams
Just a few weeks after one of my
fraternity brothers and his girlfriend were both abducted and gunned
down by an armed felon I was given a special gift by a good friend.
David Lee Odom knew I was nervous about passing by the murder site
every Thursday night on my way to play a weekly gig – I was a
professional musician at the time - in Tupelo, Mississippi. So he
bought me a box of .38 re-loaders and invited me to shoot his Model 19
Smith and Wesson as his special guest at the Starkville Gun Club.
The results were predictable. Soon after spending a Saturday afternoon
plinking with that Model 19, I was hounding David to take me back to
the club to put a box of .357 magnum rounds through that rugged
blue-steel revolver. After a couple of times out at the range, I
bought the gun from him and he replaced it with a new .44 magnum.
Years later, I would pass the gun bug on to my wife. She was terrified
of guns until I put her through a little systematic desensitization –
probably the only practical technique I ever learned as a psychology
major - that culminated in a trip to the gun range. First, I had her
pass an empty gun case to me. Next, I had her pass a gun case with a
.22 packed inside. Then, I asked her to look in the case to make sure
the extra magazine was inside. Then, finally, I asked her to take out
the unloaded Ruger Mark II and hand it to me.
Shortly after she started to handle firearms she realized they don’t
make loud noises unless you load them and pull the trigger. In other
words, my wife was ready for a trip to the gun range with that little
Ruger, an empty Coke can, and a box of Remington .22 Subsonics.
Although she pretended she wasn’t having the time of her life, my wife
soon begged me to take her back out to the shooting range. It was on
that second trip that she got to put some 110-grain, .38 caliber
hydra-shocks through my snub nose .357 magnum. From seven yards out,
her first shot hit the 10-ring. Her second shot went through the same
hole. She later nicknamed that Smith and Wesson Model 640 “Smithy” and
now claims it as her own. In fact, she won’t let me shoot it without
her express permission. The days of her irrational fear of firearms
are long gone.
Just two days ago I set aside a few hours to convert another gun-less
friend into a gun lover. But this time I added a new twist to my usual
routine. Before we hopped into my car – packed with a 12-gauge, a
30-06, a .357 magnum, a .45 ACP, a .40 S&W, and a .22 semi-automatic –
I wrote him a check for $200.
Scott managed to hit the bulls eye from 100 yards with his first ever
shot from a high-powered rifle. He handled the 12-gauge like it was a
water pistol. And, best of all, he learned that the mid-sized Glock
.40 is a perfect fit for his hand with just the right amount of recoil
coming from a 180-grain hollow point.
When I handed Scott the check for $200 I reminded him it was enough
for a Ruger 10/22 rifle and at least one brick (500 rounds) of
ammunition. And, today, I’m asking all of my gun-loving readers to do
the same thing for a friend this Christmas.
There’s about a 50% chance that a gun-less person will go buy a
firearm if you take him out to the range for an afternoon of shooting.
But there’s about a 100% chance he’ll go buy a firearm if you hand him
a check for that express purpose. Just make sure you pick someone who
is at least slightly to the left of you politically – I prefer
moderates and those who “vote for the best person” – and you will soon
have a fellow right-wing, gun-toting friend.
Just imagine what America would look like if we all did the same thing
this Christmas. Before long there would be no more Democratic
Congress, no more Speaker Pelosi, and no more Internal Revenue
Service. Individual freedom would win out over collectivism one gun
owner at a time.
You may say that I’m a dreamer. But I’m not the only one. I hope some
day you’ll join me. And the whole Islamic world will know we live with
guns.
Mike Adams is a criminology professor at the University of North
Carolina Wilmington and author of
Welcome to the Ivory Tower of Babel: Confessions of a Conservative
College Professor.
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27 NOV 2006
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