Well, to begin with, I’m not in the best of moods today. I could point to a couple things that would explain it, but it would be less-than-helpful, and I’m sure I’d get comments about how I’m an evil bastard, blah blah blah. Don’t much care. I only tell you that I’m in a bad mood to warn you as to why this post might be snippier than normal. Seems like I’m in a bad mood a lot of the time these days, so maybe it’ll be normal, I don’t know.
I’m saying that a lot lately, “I don’t know…I just don’t know.” It’s so often accurate. lol. But I digress.
I joined the NRA yesterday. That’s right, I joined the National Rifle Association. I’ve already gotten many weird looks when I tell people that. Perhaps it’s because I’ve never once been hunting. Maybe I went pheasant hunting with my mom’s boyfriend once, but I don’t really remember it. (Except that I wanted to collect shotgun shells and they didn’t like that. I don’t know what the heck I was going to do with empty shotgun shells. I sure wasn’t going to reload them.) Anyway, people seem genuinely confused as to why I would join this organization.
It’s quite simple, actually. I joined because they are the single largest organization protecting my 2nd Amendment rights out there. If I can pay a yearly fee and know that it goes to furthering 2nd Amendment Right protection, then I feel it’s money well-spent.
So that’s it in a nutshell. I don’t go hunting, though I wouldn’t mind going at least once…especially once I get my .308 Winchester and gun safe installed at my house. But I want to help an organization whose goal it is to give me the ability to protect my family.
Well worth it in my opinion. Look at all the crimes happening on a daily basis, and people are being denied the ability right and left to protect themselves from criminals who have no problem carrying guns in opposition to the law. Well, when it comes to my home, I’m going to protect myself and my family. And that’s all there is to it.
