
Chief Tango sends us a link from the Washington Post columnist, Colbert King who wants to cuddle up to the Jeff Bezos party line at the Post by explaining to us who he won’t get his concealed carry permit from the District of Columbia after the latest round of bouts in the courts dismantled the District’s anti-gun owner restrictions.
While my own weapon is trigger-locked with the key out of reach, I don’t particularly like myself when I have a gun on my hip.
Recalling my experience years ago when I was pressed into service to help protect a foreign leader attending a U.N. General Assembly session and making an official visit to Washington, I back off the idea of carrying a lethal weapon.
I liked the experience way too much.
I loved the weight of the weapon on my hip, the glances I got from the people on the streets, in the hotels and at receptions who noticed the gun when my jacket slid open.
I liked too much the feeling of empowerment, and the what? — the itchiness to show off, to be seen taking on possible threats. Just spoiling for a challenge.
Back then, the lure of coming off macho was in my head.
It could be with me now.
Actually, I agree with King’s reasons to not carry a gun – particularly if he’s going to be a big pussy and emote all over the internet about it. His only gun is a .22 caliber semi-automatic rifle, for crying out loud. He’s so afraid of the pea-shooter that he keeps a trigger lock on it and hides the key from himself.
If he was “spoiling for a challenge” while he wore a handgun on his hip, he’s too immature to be carrying a gun.
I wear a gun every time I leave the house, and I don’t even think about it. My jacket has never “slid open” in public – it’s a concealed weapon. I’m planning to get a permit in DC because I’m buying a business in the District, and King is correct – there are too many illegal guns there in the hands of people who shouldn’t have them. I’m very happy that Mr King won’t be one of them.






