We both reached a plateau of physical development. Our training routine had morphed away from building raw strength and agility. Although the workouts continue, our emphasis is now on sharpening weapons skills. Weapons are my forte, and I was in my element. I love the utility of a sabre, I am fair with archery and as for guns, well, let 's just say I 'm in favor of them. Guns are equalizers. Gun Control means having one in your hands when needed and hitting what you intend.
I am not a weak person, but I am small. I refuse to be a victim, whether the threat is a dangerous animal, or a dangerous human. Weapons are not dangerous. I go armed whenever possible even when others might disapprove.
Concealed carry my ass!
If you see a gun on my hip, know there will be at least two weapons you don 't see. When you don 't see a gun on my hip, it could be a serious mistake to think I am unarmed. When I can 't carry a gun, I carry a knife. When I can 't carry either, I still have my training. I will turn anything into a weapon if I must. You do not want to know what I can do to you with a simple rolled up newspaper if I must. I will not go quietly! Humans are tool-using beings. Until we develop comic-book “powers of the mind”, that is not going to change. Psychokinesis and telepathy are the stuff of fantasy. Until we discover mental powers that transcend our physical abilities, tools extend our reach. You cannot fight off a rapist using telepathy. Weapons are the tools of self-defense. There are no dangerous weapons. Teena learned the art of the sabre under my tutelage. She was a rank novice with a blade and we worked many long hours on her technique. Staying balanced, positioned to parry and thrust with lightning response takes grace and speed. She could not match my speed, but then no one can. It 's a gift. As her skill grew, our daily drill began resembling a choreographed Hollywood action film. The difference is that Hollywood action swordplay is not deadly. Even though we drilled with blunted weapons we still racked up bruises and worse. I even allowed recording of one of our workouts, though that still gives me chills. I try not to dwell on it. Once we got serious about archery the shoe was on the other foot. I had my eyes opened! My archery training, courtesy of Uncle Sam, was unimaginative. We had followed a conventional regimen, like something one would see in a movie. Draw arrow from quiver, nock it, take aim and hit a stationary bulls-eye. Boring. Turns out I was doing it all wrong! Archery is a lost art on Earth, even the 'experts ' are clueless. Teena unveiled a whole new world. Stapleya turned out to be quite the skilled archer and had much to teach as well. Who Knew! Teena could salvo much faster and …show more content…
They just believe that only they – the reliable, honest, moral and virtuous – should have guns.
When only the elite have guns, by definition you create an entire class of unarmed victims. Unarmed prey for any predator, four legs or two, armed or not.
There is no such thing as gun control. There is only the forced centralization of gun ownership into the hands of the elite. History has shown us how that works out, time and time again. Wholesale slaughter of unarmed and unresistant populations has followed time and again. Elitist politicians are far more dangerous than guns can ever be. Take a look at the record of 20th Century Earth some time.
The Fur-people do not have elitist politicians. But they do not have guns either, and they do have dinosaurs.
Stapleya and Wisceya decided they liked guns. They could not get enough time on the gun range. They soon became proficient with every firearm available to us. I think Stapleya had an orgasm the first time she fired the Magnum BFR. Despite the unwieldy heft and the mule-like kick from the recoil, I think she was in love. But then I knew she liked em big! If her people had such tools they would not live in fear of
I am not a weak person, but I am small. I refuse to be a victim, whether the threat is a dangerous animal, or a dangerous human. Weapons are not dangerous. I go armed whenever possible even when others might disapprove.
Concealed carry my ass!
If you see a gun on my hip, know there will be at least two weapons you don 't see. When you don 't see a gun on my hip, it could be a serious mistake to think I am unarmed. When I can 't carry a gun, I carry a knife. When I can 't carry either, I still have my training. I will turn anything into a weapon if I must. You do not want to know what I can do to you with a simple rolled up newspaper if I must. I will not go quietly! Humans are tool-using beings. Until we develop comic-book “powers of the mind”, that is not going to change. Psychokinesis and telepathy are the stuff of fantasy. Until we discover mental powers that transcend our physical abilities, tools extend our reach. You cannot fight off a rapist using telepathy. Weapons are the tools of self-defense. There are no dangerous weapons. Teena learned the art of the sabre under my tutelage. She was a rank novice with a blade and we worked many long hours on her technique. Staying balanced, positioned to parry and thrust with lightning response takes grace and speed. She could not match my speed, but then no one can. It 's a gift. As her skill grew, our daily drill began resembling a choreographed Hollywood action film. The difference is that Hollywood action swordplay is not deadly. Even though we drilled with blunted weapons we still racked up bruises and worse. I even allowed recording of one of our workouts, though that still gives me chills. I try not to dwell on it. Once we got serious about archery the shoe was on the other foot. I had my eyes opened! My archery training, courtesy of Uncle Sam, was unimaginative. We had followed a conventional regimen, like something one would see in a movie. Draw arrow from quiver, nock it, take aim and hit a stationary bulls-eye. Boring. Turns out I was doing it all wrong! Archery is a lost art on Earth, even the 'experts ' are clueless. Teena unveiled a whole new world. Stapleya turned out to be quite the skilled archer and had much to teach as well. Who Knew! Teena could salvo much faster and …show more content…
They just believe that only they – the reliable, honest, moral and virtuous – should have guns.
When only the elite have guns, by definition you create an entire class of unarmed victims. Unarmed prey for any predator, four legs or two, armed or not.
There is no such thing as gun control. There is only the forced centralization of gun ownership into the hands of the elite. History has shown us how that works out, time and time again. Wholesale slaughter of unarmed and unresistant populations has followed time and again. Elitist politicians are far more dangerous than guns can ever be. Take a look at the record of 20th Century Earth some time.
The Fur-people do not have elitist politicians. But they do not have guns either, and they do have dinosaurs.
Stapleya and Wisceya decided they liked guns. They could not get enough time on the gun range. They soon became proficient with every firearm available to us. I think Stapleya had an orgasm the first time she fired the Magnum BFR. Despite the unwieldy heft and the mule-like kick from the recoil, I think she was in love. But then I knew she liked em big! If her people had such tools they would not live in fear of