Guess I come from a less “civilized” world where the gun idiom is just a natural thing, just as having them is a natural thing. I know the urban castrati are all afraid of them and their knowledge of guns is limited to something like, “they’re noisy, black, and scary,” but you don’t expect many of that sort here.
In my former life for as far back as I can remember, getting a forced resignation was referred to as giving someone “the German choice” or if you were the one doing it saying you were going to “go put the pistol on so-and-so’s desk.” I guess that’s reallly scary and offensive, too. My preferred way of dealing with someone who’d done something that could cause them troubles at home such as internet porn, sex with an inmate or somebody under supervision, quid quo pro sexual harrassment, and such was to call them in, give them an already written resignation letter “for personal reasons” and tell them, “sign this and you can go home and tell your wife whatever you want to.” I guess all that cynical and confrontational stuff makes me a bad person.
Cleaning and fondling my guns is probably what I need to do but none of them are dirty; it hasn’t been above zero in a couple of weeks now except for the ocassional heat wave of single digits around midday for weeks, so I haven’t been to the range in ages. I just had some tricky work done on my Saiga 12 guage and I haven’t even tried it out yet. If you’re ever thinking of a weapon to stave off a zombie attack, anything I’d recommend more highly than a well-tuned Saiga 12 guage takes an FFL to own.
