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paintinginthewin
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Date: September 21, 2016 05:14PM
because each and every one of them keeps a loaded metal looking pistol on a table at the side of the bed. These are my IN LAWS, AND THEY HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO UTILIZE THOSE GUNS except at a gun shooting range and what they see on television. Like an electricians mate had the opportunity to shoot someone when repairing things & walking on corridors in a mulistory boat- I am not seeing it. But he packs. they all do. and I don't, I wouldnt' touch a firearm. I don't see why these kids (they are all less than 55) feel like they need them, or what they're going to do with them.
These kids weren't raised with violence. These kids weren't raised with weapons, except a borrowed deer shooting weapon from a neighbor. Ok well maybe the males were, conditioned, that they too would have their own deer knife and deer weapon someday, they might have wanted that. Whats really unsettling is the female relatives carefully putting their black t shirts and black pants on with gloves & special black attack sun glasses (they never wear that) Its like toys to them, its like special Barbie gear. They have long formal dresses & baby doll shoes for parties too. This is another look, in the closet. its like a costume. And the females face looses all expression, its like they are posing, and strike a James Bond hard assed face, and hold their pistol out in the air. Its like watching a majorette or flag girl carefully hold the flag one arm up, one arm facing straight forward serious like, before the parade judges. It is a sureal turn about on the females "real" lives, it belies the happy smiling workers and family member they are the rest of the time- and frightens me terrible whenever I see it. These are the stalwarts of community and family striking a desparate hard ass alternative persona and the switch is paradoxical. Their safe lives in suburban multi level multi car garage multi hundreds of thousands of dollar suburbs with multi burglar alarm electroic camera systems stepping into their James Bond tough ass now after bagging groceries on scholarships to get through university graduate schools, phemonemally successful nerd careerists- play James Bond ever night when they go to bed and put an armed gun down by the bed. Patting it as they put down their glasses they could shoot themselves in the face. No one shoots deer in the family. They buy their meat from Costco or eat it served on a cruise ship. They don't even go fishing, they walk by the water on the trail. They don't cut up their meat (even buy a side of beef), they buy premade ham & egg frozen breakfast sandwhiches to put in the microwaver, they have never never even killed and ate an animal, or even feather a turkey for thanksgiving- these kids are so "townie" they are wonderful but their act of being down country, down home, its, its a pretty good show. Its just yuppies in the family buying gunnies now they cannie.
I hated visiting when my girls were little, there was the licensed _____ and the professional _________ with a load black pistol on either side table of the big rectangle bed- and they didn't even lock the bedroom door. I did everything I could to sleep somewhere else. My husband would say, they're just my family, they're GOOD people (implying, not like your own. But my folks could at least handle their guns. And my folks knew at least how to use their guns, how to control them. My dad slept with a gun. Remember the time I went to check on his oxygen and he drew at the door as I opened? Someone told me, ___, you don't belong in his world. He didn't draw a gun on you, he drew a gun on whoever was the door, because, in his world, he had to.) Now my father, he was safe with his gun until he was lacking oxygen (literally- you know, it changes your brain if you get a little short, on oxygen that is) but those people from my husband's folks, they don't live in a world they need to draw their weapon on whoever opens some door in side their house where ever they be sitting to be safe. That is not their world.
I do not trust them with their gun. I do not trust them to handle their gun, I don't think they can do it. Its that simple. These folk god love em, are neither combat trained, nor life trained to live in that world.
But they could afford a pistol with bullets in the handle shaped like James Bond (it used to be a favorite movie when they were teens) Who knew, they would want one to.
When someone sold my husband and me an old trailer and found out how we went off trail and camping (before the bug kill decimated the forests * upped the fire risk) they told my husband he oughtn't be going out without a shot gun. How the heck he is going to drive a truck around with a shot gun in it when it is legally impossible to park within 1000 feet of his work place! Really?? So I'll just stay in a campground instead of off a dirty road somewhere. My husband & I have never figured out how to travel with a weapon since our tiny car hit a deer driving up a Sierra river canyon trying to get home one Thanksgiving. Deer knives belong on mountain roads, not suburban urban men & youth. What would you think if you saw a person walking around with a fishing pole in East LA? or Oakland, Fresno, or Vacaville? It just doesn't fit, these things have a place. And ever since that chain saw movie, you can't walk around carrying a bush trimmer let alone a saw on the street without upsetting people something terrible.
I recall when my dad died, a boss came to the funeral & asked for my father's gun. maybe plural, whatever. I said go search the house. Maybe on the couch or his last pick up in a brown paper bag where he kept papers on the floor? Who knows where he put his gun the last time he touched it, before he got hauled in the ambulance to die. I don't know! I wasn't allowed to touch my father's gun. or reach and touch and hug him without him first starting the embrace, or I could ask hey how about a hug? I couldn't touch his shoulder or arm from the back - I knew better.
Now how about these darling yuppie babies, these darling kids
in my inlaws family loading up their special black pretty James Bond guns. I hear they put on expensive stereo speaker things and got lessons once to go to lessons, because they could finally afford something (unlike ballet, piano, gymnastics, private league sports where you had to pay a fee and buy a uniform- these kids were raised POOR. free lunches. no lessons. no paid teams. no paid travel. Now, they got the money! they buy cruise ship tickets now! and James BOND guns!
They frighten me. I don't like spending the night at their places.
Edited 6 time(s). Last edit at 09/21/2016 06:29PM by paintinginthewin.