tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365858055267871677.post6693208172650369188..comments2024-03-28T17:12:50.667-04:00Comments on The Feral Irishman: I Carry A Gun Because,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Irishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09772405362867585844noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365858055267871677.post-33501167571333181182018-03-18T21:28:42.775-04:002018-03-18T21:28:42.775-04:00That redhead drawing down on the intruder is a kno...That redhead drawing down on the intruder is a knock out. Sorry, but that needed to be said. I might go back and read the whole post now. Or I might just stare at her a little longer. :)Steve in Greensboronoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365858055267871677.post-30912898207415663762018-03-16T22:10:58.287-04:002018-03-16T22:10:58.287-04:00That is the absolute truth Whoopie and I wholehear...That is the absolute truth Whoopie and I wholeheartedly agree that no other excuse is required. Jeffery in Alabamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17335332266715975717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365858055267871677.post-85289625872325250272018-03-16T19:41:34.578-04:002018-03-16T19:41:34.578-04:00You should have shot that murder-monkey/rape-ape t...You should have shot that murder-monkey/rape-ape that asked for your money. Probably would have saved a whitey from being victimized in the future. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365858055267871677.post-13288091618327240652018-03-16T10:10:33.873-04:002018-03-16T10:10:33.873-04:00Why do I carry a gun? Because I can. That's al...Why do I carry a gun? Because I can. That's all the reason you need and all the explanation required.Whoopiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15662821847774702856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365858055267871677.post-58733073681387159752018-03-16T01:39:20.779-04:002018-03-16T01:39:20.779-04:00Bloody GENIUS post!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Bloody GENIUS post!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!cmblake6https://www.blogger.com/profile/02044180267336342019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365858055267871677.post-21855912924495982952018-03-15T13:48:29.068-04:002018-03-15T13:48:29.068-04:00anyone who want to take your Second Amendment Righ...anyone who want to take your Second Amendment Rights away is EVIL.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365858055267871677.post-72541704045744825802018-03-15T11:07:19.566-04:002018-03-15T11:07:19.566-04:00I'm not a little guy. Little overweight, no, a...I'm not a little guy. Little overweight, no, a lot overweight. I make it a point to also carry a gun everywhere. My wife used to give me grief about carrying a gun. Until one of her friends was mugged in the local supermarket. It used to be, Jeez, you're carrying a gun again! Now it's You're carrying, right?<br />I always make it a point to be aware of my surroundings. I watch for people. A while ago, my wife and I stopped at the local supermarket to pick up a few things. As I was walking towards the store, I noticed one of Obama's relatives on an intercept course. I stopped. Asked what he wanted when he was about 30 feet away. "I just want to talk to you". Go ahead and talk. He moved closer, I said stop. He says "I need a few dollars to get to Trenton". Now, I live as far east in PA as you can get, across the river from Trenton NJ (which is south Newark at times). I tell him, you can see the bridge to Trenton from here. He starts to move closer, when I reach under my jacket to put my hand on my pistol. He stops, "No problem, my man, it's just a misunderstanding." He leaves. Could it have been a mugging? Who knows, but it wasn't because I was armed.<br />Another time, in Philadelphia, I stop at a local store to grab a drink. In the back of the store are several "gentlemen" playing cards. I pay for my drink and walk out. As the door closes behind me and I step down to the street, I hear the door open again. One of the "gentle men" is on the steps and says "let me hold some of that money". I tell him I have no money for him. He take a step towards me and I draw my firearm and keep it next to my leg. I say, "I've got 11 rounds in my Glock, if you come closer, I'm going to keep pulling the trigger until I hear "click". He stops, puts up his hands, smiles and says, "No problem, my man, it's all a misunderstanding" Turns around and walks back into the store.<br />I carry a firearm everywhere.hjetshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00965658216555657320noreply@blogger.com