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Itís amazing what one has to believe to believe in gun control
by Michael Z. Williamson
http://www.cloak-dagger.com
daggers@indy.net

         You fear me.  I am a killer.

          At 100 meters, I can make 5 lethal shots in 3 seconds with my assault rifle.  You want to ban them so youíll feel safer.

          Go ahead.  With my bolt action I can make 3 shots in 5 seconds.  And itís a sporting arm.  I suppose youíll ban it next, as a ďsniper rifle.Ē  Then my shotgun as a ďpolice riot weapon.Ē  I already know you donít like handguns.  It doesnít matter.  I am a killer.

          I have old ones, pre 1968, that have no numbers or paperwork. I have used ones no one knows about.  I have more than you can imagine.  I will have my guns, no matter what you do.  I am a killer.

          You can search door to door, harass people, seize weapons, and generally act like the Gestapo.  I may decide to shoot your goons.  Or I may bide my time.  A good killer picks his battles carefully.  Outnumbered by thugs in armor is not a good fight to pick.

          4140 and 416 steel are readily available.  It takes only minimal machine knowledge to manufacture firearms.  You say I wonít have ammo?  Brass can be turned or stamped easily.  And any chemistry student can build a fractionating still for chemicals and make smokeless propellant.  Alcohol, battery acid, and few household chemicals are all one needs.  Of course I studied chemistry.  I am a killer.

          Strictly control tools and materials.  Destroy the economy with your fear.  An old brake drum and a hairdryer makes a forge for under $10.  Axles and transmission shafts can be drilled by hand or forged.  I can even make my own steel.  How do you think the colonials made guns?  I can still make primers and cartridges for breechloaders.  I am a killer.

          You doubt that?  Well, sulfur is easy to find, charcoal comes from wood and salpeter from manure.  Blackpowder was invented at least 900 years ago.  Do you really think you can stop me?  Will you post guards over flint deposits?  Itís just quartz.  I can use space heater elements or even glass in an emergency.  After all, Iím a dedicated killer.

          Watch all industrial products.  Send snoops everywhere.  Use dogs and sniffers to find all explosives.  I have old leaf springs, saw blades, and cable.  I can make a crossbow that tops 200 lbs pull.  I am an inventive killer.

          Leaf springs are getting rare, you say?  Well, trees arenít.  I know how to split and tiller a bow, section a grip and bend limbs.  I know the moisture content for good flex.  Any carpenter or engineer does.  Nylon and silk bowstrings are nothing new.  I can select wood for arrows, knowing the spine weight I need.  Points can be chipped from flint, if necessary.  Weíve been killers a long time.

          Yes, I will always have the best weapons available for my safety, and you will never take away enough to make yourself feel comfortable.  I donít care about your wishes, or your laws.  They are the will of mice against the cat, of sheep against the wolf.

          You fear me.  I am a killer.  But I am not your enemy. 

          The criminals are your enemy.  They kept their guns, too.  Jail for owning one?  What care they, when they face death daily, and jail for their other crimes?  The wolves now know the sheep are helpless.  They will come for you, and you cannot stop them.

          The state may protect you, if it has enough agents, if they can be everywhere.  But the more you hire, the lower the admission standards must be.  Incompetence must enter the equation.  What when the criminals decide to gain access through the power of the badge?  And even if not, can you afford the safety you want?  Can anyone?

          I can.  I am a killer.  I am protected, whether the goons come for the thugs or not, whether or not you can tell them apart.  The enemy that knocks on my door will die. 

          And your door...well, thatís a problem.  Remember what I said about picking oneís battles carefully?  I just donít think your door is a battle I can win.  Maybe six generations back, when I had equal weaponry.  But not now.  Yes, your screams of terror and fear, outrage and anguish will bother me.  Being a killer doesnít make me inhuman.  In fact, being a killer is the very thing that makes me, makes all of us, human.  But saving my own, and my familyís humanity, means sacrifices must be made.  You, and those like you, must be left behind in the dust of Darwinian evolution.  The rest of us will probably be better for your passing.  I wish it could be otherwise, and your demise troubles me.  But I canít make your decisions for you.

          But you should be glad.  It was my interference, my lethality that drove you to this.  Now, ultimately, you having nothing to fear from me.  You need no longer fear me.

          But I am still a killer.

          2000 by Michael Z. Williamson.  Permission granted to copy this article in its entirety, provided this notice is included.

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