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Getting a little squirrelly.
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This will always deserve a reblog. Balls bigger than bricks!
Finally in a free state.
I don’t understand how gun ownership represents freedom. To me it represents a nation kept prisoner under fear. If you fear for your safety because you don’t own a lethal firearm, you’re not free.
In stark contrast, I live in a country that is pretty much free of firearms altogether. Even our police force has select, very specialist units that hold weapons. Last year a weapon was discharged by police in the UK a total of three times. We’ve just had an officer jailed after very lengthy enquiry from the use of a firearm. And guess what, we do not live in any fear of guns, gun crime is extremely rare, and we don’t have a militarised police who result to the use of violence as a norm.
I feel that us, here who do not need a violent weapon—made only for killing and maiming—to prove our ‘freedom’ and keep us ‘safe’, we’re free. Free from the fear manifested by a country that allows the free ownership of firearms.
Gun ownership represents freedom in that I’m free to do just that: own a gun. Furthermore, I’m not scared when I don’t have one on me.
Moreover, I’m freshly back from shooting grouse just south of Newcastle. I had two guns while there. So did everyone in the immediate area. Large bore rifles with suppressors, to-boot. It doesn’t seem like the UK is “pretty much free of firearms.” I will say that I was rather concerned about being stabbed by a chav for my camera. But hey, who needs a camera in the UK? Everything’s already on CCTV.
Guns are not violent, by the way. They’re inanimate objects. People perpetrate violence.