Note: This story is fictional.
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You may have heard of Willie before. . .but then again you may not, since Left-leaning media wasn’t keen on reporting this particular event. Just in case you haven’t heard of him, I’ll tell his story here.
Willie was a convicted criminal. He made his living by robbery. He had his trusty handgun, and he found that almost everywhere he went all he had to do was display his gun—clerks, cashiers, and customers alike complied with his demands. And he had no qualms about pulling the trigger when he deemed it necessary.
This lifestyle didn’t appear to bother him, and though he had served jail-time on multiple occasions, he was always back on the streets in a few months. He managed to elude capture in many situations when law enforcement officials tried to arrest him.
One time, however, he walked into a theater and demanded all the money in the till—a perfectly normal routine for him.
To his surprise and dismay, a movie-goer standing nearby calmly retrieved his own gun and aimed it at Willie.
The hardened criminal fled the theater and vowed never to go near it again.
What if I actually get shot next time? he thought as he grumpily marched down a rainy back alley the next afternoon. He was still quite jarred from his experience with the gun-wielding theater patron he had encountered the previous night. This is dangerous business!
It was indeed, but the next day Willie was back at his same old trade—he did, after all, need to eat, and he was willing neither to work for his bread nor apply for welfare.
After several more successful ventures, Willie’s confidence returned and he faced little if any resistance wherever he went, as before.
Then one day Willie entered the tiny convenience store on the corner and demanded all the money in the till.
This time the clerk herself was the one who badly surprised Willie by whipping her own gun out and pointing it at him.
“Move and I’ll shoot,” she said as she drew her phone from her pocket to call the police, but Willie was too quick and fled the way he had come.
Once more frightened, Willie became angry as he stalked up and down a distant alley and pondered the situation. He stormed and growled and would probably have shot anyone crossing his path. Luckily, no one did.
Willie decided he’d catch a ride on the train and move onto a newer, bigger city. He needed change, and besides, his hometown neighbors were arming themselves to defend themselves against his terrorism and robbery. Now they were succeeding—not him. And he hated it.
Accordingly, he moved on to the next town and began his devilish activities there.
He had only been there three days when he came across the most interesting thing he had ever seen.
It was small, and sitting in the window of a small toy store. It wasn’t a toy, however. It was a little white sign with a handgun symbol and a red strike-through circle.
Willie blinked and wondered if he was dreaming. This was a no-gun zone? A. . .gun-free zone! What a clever idea! I’ll bet some really clever crook thought of that one! he thought, and he wasn’t too far from the truth.
After several moments of silent, delighted reflection, Willie decided he would have to remember to look for more of those special signs.
At last he shrugged, chuckled wickedly, pushed the door open, and stalked inside the unsuspecting toy store.
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Gun-free zones are not safe zones.
If liberals and advocates of stricter gun-control laws simply stepped into the minds of criminals (not a very far leap for them, after all) and looked at the world through the warped viewpoints of hardened burglars and murderers, they would realize just how lethal those little gun-free signs really are to innocent civilians.
If you were a crook, would you be likely to pick on a firearms shop, or would you prefer a “gun-free” establishment?
Truth is, criminals are already breaking the law by their very lifestyle. I can just see them entering a gun-free zone, snapping their fingers, and saying, “Guess I’ll have to leave my gun behind this time.”
The only thing gun-free zones do is prevent good guys from having firearms. Those signs proclaim to the criminally-minded, “Come try us out! You won’t find any opposition here!”
Next time you run into a gun-control freak, try asking, “Wouldn’t you like to put up a big sign in your front yard that says, ‘This house is proudly gun free’?”
I’d love to hear their response!