Wilrobnson
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« on: January 03, 2008, 11:24:00 PM » |
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I wasn't sure where exactly this topic should go, so I dropped it into the general board. It's not an earth-shattering revelation or anything, but rather, a point made in a roundabout way.
On New Year's Eve, I went to a party hosted by friends of my wife. I'd been there before, and wasn't too impressed with the host and hostess, nor their friends. I mean this in the sense that I felt truly out-of-place at their house, and among their friends and family. Let me explain. I consider myself to be conservative. I consider myself Republican. God-fearing, patriotic and all that jazz. The vast majority of my wife's friends, however, lean the other way. I consider them to all be cast from the same vegan-eating, hemp-wearing, Greenpeace-supporting wannabee Buddhist mold. My wife is caught somewhere in the middle, a practical pacifist with strong liberal leanings but a conservative's views on crime, firearms and government.
Anyhow, there I was, contentedly swilling ginger ale and trying to avoid conversation, which tended to be either praise of Hillary or discussions of why anarchists have the right viewpoint...I won't even get into the strong anti-LEO vein. The host, a 20-something, bespectacled and bearded, long-haired, Che Guevera shirt-wearing, self-proclaimed ::hippie::, approached and asked if everything was okay. I replied that yes, it was, I was simply tired from working all day. He then asked me to come out to the back yard with him, as he wanted to discuss something with me. I reluctantly agreed, and stepped outside. The crisp air was refreshing after the stuffy atmosphere, and I couldn't help smelling leftover smoke from where previous partygoers had been slipping outside to indulge in a little illicit substance smoking.
The host, Gavin, turned to face me and asked bluntly "are you carrying a gun?"
"Well...Yes, I am." I replied. "Why do you ask?"
"I noticed the outline of it under your shirt" he replied smugly.
I was wondering if this was going to become an argument, and bleakly looked ahead to being asked to leave and spending hours sitting in the car. I began to mentally list all of my popular anti-anti talking points to myself, and steeled myself for a protracted disagreement, should it prove unavoidable. I really dislike arguing with people, and will often go out of my way to avoid a confrontation when off-duty, and carrying. I have no problem intervening in a dangerous situation, but if someone wants to get in my face over cutting in front of me in line, I can shrug it off. It's not worth it when you're carrying, jumping into a fight with someone over talking too loudly in a theater.
Anyhow, as Gavin stood in front of me, I felt something rare. I felt anger. By God, I was going to tell this hippie off! Sure, if he asked me to leave, I would go, but not quietly. I felt I could leave him with something to think about, at least. Maybe some stats on legal gun owners defending themselves? Maybe a snarky comment about his family's safety?
Gavin then did the completely unexpected.
"What are you carrying?" he asked.
"Gun owners all over the countr- huh?" was my confused response.
"What do you carry? he asked again.
"Duh, uh, uh...My Glock 30" I replied. "That's a subcompact forty-fi..."
"Yeah, I can't bring myself to like Glocks" he said. "I'm a Kimber kind-of-guy."
He then lifted the rolled-over edge of his tucked in shirt to reveal his Ultra CDP II in one of those low riding, in-waist-band holsters, the kind with the outer belt strap covered by his pager.
I was completely dumbfounded, and the look on my face must have told him exactly what I was thinking.
"I may be a peace activist," he said, "but I'm not blind to reality."
Long story short, I have a new range partner and another reason to challenge my preconceptions.
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