I'm in a place now where I have full 2nd Amendment rights and I am more grateful than you can imagine to be here.

I'm sure I've written before where you were likely to have read it how I felt reading the passage in one of the Jack Reacher books about him preparing to engage in a target-shooting contest with the owner of the range. I was mesmerized. For the first time I understood the beauty of the skill.

I myself, a person likely to cut herself badly when slicing a loaf of crusty bread or to bang into a doorframe wide enough to accommodate three of her, should not be allowed to touch anything that can kill or maim those beyond my arm's reach. My most compelling reason for not having learned to drive is not wanting to be responsible for the behavior of a machine that can kill.

Would I love to have a pet Equalizer I can take down from the pantry as needed? Ah, we dream. For now I must hope my neighbors have the gifts I don't, though unfortunately perhaps I live in an extremely liberal district in an otherwise more common-sense state.