Mr Coates has a luxury that we don’t; the luxury of anger. He can afford to get mad at people in traffic, to confront people in the grocery check-out line, and those little moments of anger that we all have on any given day. I can’t afford them. It’s not because there’s a monster in me waiting to shoot people. It’s because I’m worried about the monster inside everyone else, and I would like to go the rest of my life without ever drawing a gun in anger again. At the end of the day I don’t carry a gun because I’m hoping to shoot people any more than I wear my seat belt because I’m hoping to get in a car crash. I carry a gun in case someone decides that the contents of my wallet are more valuable to them than my life is; and I wear my seatbelt in case someone decides that the text message from their friend is more important than looking at the road while doing 90 on the freeway.
Caleb Giddings – The luxury of anger
December 11th, 2012
[It’s amazing how many people don’t seem to be able to comprehend the above. I remember one time while carrying someone trying to provoke something and just ignoring it. Insults were thrown and I merely chugged on. If verbal abuse is what that guy needed to feel better about himself, well I ultimately feel sorry for him and those around him. I however ultimately didn’t care because honestly throughout my life I’ve learned to not give a crap about what some stranger thinks of me. He may think I’m a coward and he can think all he wants.
But here’s a random thought? Who’s the real problem? The man who ignores verbal insults and attempts to deescalate the situation, or the guy who commits assault along with other petty crimes? I carry a gun for the same reason as Caleb. While some in this world may consider it their goal in life to provoke physical altercations and go looking for trouble, there is a great many of us who walk through our lives with only one request and one goal, “Leave me the hell alone.” Many of us will go through great lengths to just be left alone, including trying to deescalate, go the other direction, etc.
I don’t know how to describe it, but carrying a firearm causes a great sense of responsibility to well from within. So much so I don’t care about petty issues. I know my monster and I know how to control him. When I strap on the firearm, the chains become tighter. Not because I’m afraid of him getting out, but because at that point the times when he can act become considerably more limited and reserved. Ultimately many issues that I might have otherwise been angry or upset about just result in me not caring because in the grand scheme it doesn’t matter. –B]
TMM is the owner, editor, and principal author at The Minuteman, a competitive shooter, and staff member for Boomershoot. Even in his free time he’s merging his love and knowledge of computers and technology with his love of firearms.
Many know his private name and information however due to the current political climate, many are distancing themselves due to the abandonment of Due Process.