Chamber-checking – and demonstration of the efficacy of manual safeties – must not involve anything pointed at your head. Also, if the person conducting a “gun safety lesson” starts pointing guns at people, including himself, it’s time to leave.
It’s really not that complicated, people.
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They say that Louis XIV had the inscription Ultima Ratio Regum cast into all the cannon of the French Army. It means “The Ultimate Argument of Kings,” and that always struck me as one of the most honest and up-front things any ruler or would-be ruler ever said. “We can dress it up prettier than this, but when it comes down to the unvarnished truth this is what it’s about: You’ll do as I say or I’ll send my goons to kill you.”
I thought about that for a long time. If there’s an ultimate argument, it seems only logical that there must be an ultimate answer. For years I thought the ultimate answer must be the bullets in my rifle, but it never seemed quite right. I’ve got bullets – he’s got frigging Cannon Balls. I mean, if there were three hundred million rifles throwing bullets at him, then maybe. But we all know that’s not going to happen. So if there’s an ultimate answer to his ultimate argument, it sure as hell ain’t bullets.
It finally came to me – and that’s when I abandoned the city and most of my stuff, and gave all that was behind me a good stiff Randian Shrug.
The ultimate answer to kings is not a bullet, but a belly laugh.
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Ah, another Darwin award winner. When I read about things like this I can only hope that this fool did not have children and with his death his genetic material is out of the gene pool. Sad thing is this indecent will most likely be used against gun owners by the folks who want to take guns away.
“Stupidity cannot be cured. Stupidity is the only universal capital crime; the sentence is death. There is no appeal, and execution is carried out automatically and without pity.”
― Robert A. Heinlein
OMG!!!! I watched a dolt damn near do this at On Target a few weeks ago. He was in the other side of the range, we were separated by the partition which is unfortunately not bullet resistant. Something went awry, I would guess it was the nut behind the wheel as we used to say in the dealership service world, and he pointed a loaded, chambered misfired, HK pistol at his eye.
At times like this I simply walk away.
A few minutes later he walk out into the front of the range , pistol still in hand and still chambered, wanting to know why it go click not boom…….
The employees of the range, all infantry Marines, lost their collective shit.
Think Full Metal Jacked, but with 4 Gunny Hartman’s in your face.
This was before I told one of them of his inspection method…..which renewed the hilarity.
Darwin missed a chance there.
I’m sure he’ll make up for it with this twit some time or another.
The night before the official first shoot of Washington pistol club (the Washington in County Durham, not the District of Criminals), someone pointed his gun at his head and and pulled the trigger to prove it was empty (head and gun).
the gun wasn’t.
He happened to be an “only one”.