It seems that Cosmopolitan magazine has put out a video, with couples talking about guns. I'll embed it below, but it's just as headache inducing as you might imagine. I had to watch it several times to put this post together, and I picked up on a few things, even though it is only several minutes long.
First, it's a "gotcha" film that presents several young couples talking about guns. What struck me was the amount of time they'd been dating, and presumably never had this conversation. George and Maggie, for example, had been dating 1.5 years. Even so, he has to assure her that everything he's doing is legal. Really? Maggie would date a guy for over a year and needs to be re-assured that he's following the law?
Then we go to Ben and Crystal. They've been dating for four months. Ben owns two guns and Crystal is concerned about what happens if he comes home drunk. Ben assures her that the guns are under lock and key.
Then we move on to Alan and Jane, who've been dating for a year-and-a-half. I'm not sure what the discussion is about. Something about escalating arguments.
Finally there is Robert and Jody. They've been dating five months. Jody is an immigrant and has trouble with the American gun culture.
Watch if you must, it's a view into the liberal mindset on guns. All four of these gals need serious re-education about American rights and privileges, about general safety, about the Constitution, and human relationships. It's a sad commentary. Education takes time and effort and these gals can be saved, the question is whether George, Ben, Alan, and Robert want to take the time to do what the gal's fathers failed so miserably at doing.
My advise to these four guys? Walk away. Dump 'em now. You certainly don't need the grief.
I need an Advil.
4 comments:
My wife and I talk about guns. When we leave the house, she asks me if I'm packing. I say "yes" and she is reassured.
Agreed! Dump 'em all, and get REAL Southern girls! They'll have their OWN guns!
Damn, Jackie has more guns than shoes.
Well we'd been together for about three years, she knew I had fire arms but it was never a real topic of conversation. I picked up a Makarov and the conversation went, " if it's in the house I should know how to use it." off to the range. She dumped two magazines into the 10 ring from 20 yards. "Cool, Thanks" last I saw of that weapon. Twenty years later I'm still reloading for it and it's still her nightstand gun.
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