With God as my witness, every word of the following post is absolutely true, without any fabrication or exaggeration…
Mid December, 1961: I was five years old on that cold December day, when my Dad took me aside and said “Chris, your mother is very sick, and she’s going to need to spend some time in the hospital so the doctors can help her get better. So tomorrow, you and I are going to drive to go see Aunt Carol and Uncle Van, and you are going to live at their house so they can take care of you, until Mommy gets better.”
Dad didn’t tell me all the details, but my mother had advanced acute Meningitis, she was in critical condition, and she wasn’t expected to live. Thank God that she did live, but she wasn’t able to take care of herself or anyone else, for six weeks.
So I lived with Aunt Carol and Uncle Van for the next six weeks in a suburb of Buffalo, New York. My Aunt Carol loved me like a second mother, and Uncle Van was a really cool guy who was an avid outdoorsman and a hunter with a large gun collection. He let me watch him reload the ammunition for his .30-06 Deer rifle, as he used a special vise to re-prime the brass shells, load them with gun powder and insert a shiny new copper bullet into each round. He also gave me a harmless blank round that I kept, and I still have to this day.
While it’s true that later on in my life I had my own guns, and by the time I was 18 years old I was a skilled and highly accurate marksman who won a target shooting competition, I never became a hunter.
Because I have never been able to understand why anyone would want to shoot and kill a magnificent animal like this one.
I’d rather shoot them with my camera, like I shot this Moose in North Conway, New Hampshire.
However, I still respect hunters who are well trained and who hunt safely, the way that my Uncle Van did. But I have no use for today’s gun crazed NRA, who with its millions of dollars has either bought off or politically intimidated Congress, resulting in a state of totally dysfunctional gun laws and gun law enforcement, and enabling the mass murder of small school children in Newtown, Connecticut.
And while I didn’t vote for him in 1992, I had a lot of respect for former President George H. W. Bush Sr. when he resigned from the NRA in 1995, because of its statements that agents of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms are “jackbooted thugs and Nazis” who harass gun owners, and want to “attack law-abiding citizens”.
In his letter of resignation he sent to the NRA, Bush Senior wrote:
(Your statement) “slurs a wide array of government law-enforcement officials, who are out there, day and night, laying their lives on the line for all of us… (and) is a vicious slander on good people.”
I genuinely respected Bush Senior for taking a stand against the astoundingly ignorant and crazed fanaticism of the NRA, and I respected him a hell of a lot more than this moron, who is still an NRA member, and one of it’s biggest public promoters…
Right wing Rock Star (?) and self confessed sex addict Ted Nugent, who recently said “I’m beginning to wonder if it would have been best had the South won the Civil War. Our Founding Fathers’ concept of limited government is dead.”
Yeah, right Ted… It would be just fucking great if the South had won the Civil War, and an entire culture of racist white people could still buy, sell, own, whip, mutilate, rape and even kill black people, without any limits and with the full protection of the law of the Confederate States of America. It would be just wonderful to still have a corporate CEO’s wet dream of a work force – human slaves without any human rights, that can be worked to death without that terrible and burdensome overhead of having to pay them any money.
Ted, our Founding Father’ concept of government isn’t dead… but it’s true meaning is way over your head, because your head is brain dead!!!
It’s true that I used to own a few guns when I was younger, but now I own only one gun. It’s a Remington Model 870 12 gauge pump-action shotgun, that I can load with buckshot shells, only if I ever needed it to defend my wife, myself and my home, in the highly unlikely event that our home was invaded by violent criminals.
There was one time over 30 years ago, that I did need my shotgun to defend the life of my best friend at the time, Kevin, who was getting increasingly frequent phone calls of death threats from his wife’s criminal ex-boyfriend. His wife’s ex had a long history of violence, and he had just been released from a Massachusetts maximum security prison.
After Kevin got four death threat calls from this criminal sociopath in one night, I went to Kevin’s apartment and sat up all night with him, sitting in a chair with my shotgun in my lap, while we watched TV. When the phone rang, this time I picked it up and brought the receiver to my ear, while holding my Remington in my other hand.
“I’m going to fuck you up the ass, and then I’m going to kill you, Kevin.” said a dark and malevolently evil voice.
“This isn’t Kevin.” I answered, my voice in a low monotone almost completely devoid of all emotion, but full of deadly intent. “This is Kevin’s best friend.” I continued. “Do not call here ever again, and do not come here, because I’m holding a Remington 870 12 gauge shotgun in my other hand, loaded with buckshot shells, and if you do come here, I will not hesitate to blow a hole the size of a basketball in your chest.”
Then for added emphasis, I braced the stock of my shotgun on my hip, as I held the receiver of the phone close to the pump, and I pumped a 3″ shell into the chamber, the pump-action making that unmistakably recognized and rapid “sheck-sheck” sound… When I brought the receiver back up to my ear, I heard only silence, because the sicko had hung up without another word spoken.
He didn’t call again that night, or any other night… Instead, I immediately called the police right after the psycho-sicko hung up on me, so there would be an official police report made of the incident and kept on record.
I’d like to be able to say that was the end of the threat once and for all, for my best friend Kevin, but the truth is that three weeks later, Kevin came home from work, only to find his apartment empty of almost all furniture and valuables, and his wife along with his two year old son, gone… Because she had willingly run away with her criminally deranged ex-boyfriend, and she never came back.
Sometimes this life just really sucks…
But that was the only time in all of my 56 years of life, that I ever needed a gun to deter a death threat, and nothing even remotely close to what happened that night, has ever happened again.
But I did not need an assault rifle that night, to help defend my best friend. In all honesty, if I was ever in that type of situation ever again, I’d rather have my shotgun than any assault rifle, since at close range, my shotgun is far more instantly deadly, the instant the trigger is pulled. People have actually survived being sprayed by bullets fired from an assault rifle… No one ever survives a shotgun blast of buckshot to the head, gut or chest.
The advantage that an assault rifle does have over a shot gun, is that the shooter can kill far more people much faster, with more accuracy from a greater distance… So why is it that civilians really need to own assault rifles again??? To go deer hunting? Don’t make me laugh! For self defense? From whom? A military platoon armed with AK-47s?
Or are the civilians who are the most obsessed with owning assault rifles and other multi-round clip rapid fire semi-automatic and automatic weapons, also obsessed with the incredibly ignorant and bat shit crazy delusion that they need to defend themselves from the US Feds, armed with M4 assault rifles?
Anyone who really believes that, is so ridiculously stupid and deranged, that they are the last people who should ever be allowed to own any kind of semi-automatic or automatic weapon. Because you are the people who are fucking nuts!!! And it’s the fucking nuts who are shooting down innocent men, women, firefighters, high school students, college students, and all those little kids in Newtown! NOT the Feds!!!
And I don’t want to hear about your moronic and distorted version of your 2nd amendment right of the people to keep and bear arms! Because you always conveniently ignore that our Founding Fathers put into writing in that second amendment, these first four words:
“A well regulated militia…
being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the People to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed.”
The National Guard is a well regulated militia! Oh, but the National Guard is controlled by the Feds, right? WRONG!!!
News Flash here, for all you “states righters”!
Although National Guard units may be called upon to serve in times of war, the Guard is not a branch of the United States Armed Forces, and U.S. state governors control The National Guard.
State police swat teams are a well regulated militia! They are also controlled by U.S. state governors.
Ted Nugent? YOU are not a well regulated anything! You are a freaking idiot who is just as obsessed by “gun porn” as you are obsessed by being a proudly self proclaimed sex addict!
Tea Partiers? YOU are not a well regulated militia! You are the equivalent of all the inmates in the world’s biggest insane asylum being turned loose, and then all getting together to form a fanatically irrational political party who collectively claims to hate Federal taxes, while grid-locking Congress to the point that YOU are going to be the ones responsible for one of the biggest Federal tax increases in decades, this coming January 1st!!!
And all you guys running around in the woods, wearing camouflage uniforms and carrying guns in states like Michigan and yes, also New Hampshire?
YOU are not a well regulated militia! You are a bunch of grown men who have nothing better to do with your lives than run around in the woods like a bunch of little 8 year old boys pretending to be army soldiers! Yeah, I know that you carry real guns loaded with real ammo… but if you ever got into a real firefight with a real well regulated militia, you wouldn’t last a day!
So here’s my message to all you NRA-ers who think that the only good gun control is no gun control, and your twisted and wrong interpretation of the second amendment gives you the right as American civilians to carry assault rifles, and own enough semi-automatic and automatic weapons and ammo to stock an armory…
You want to play with assault rifles? Then those of you who aren’t too fat, old and stupid to do it, go join the U.S. Marine Corps, or the U.S. Army! Or maybe just the National Guard or the Army Reserves… Cause then when you carry an assault rifle, you’ll also shoulder the responsibility of defending our nation from our enemies, and you might even get to use your assault rifle to shoot at other guys who also have assault rifles, who are shooting back at you!
It’s much more of a challenge than gunning down defenseless animals, or shooting little kids in classrooms…
Be a real man and grow a pair! Be like my oldest brother, John Sheridan Jr., who in 1969, enlisted in the USMC and volunteered for combat duty in Vietnam, because he believed that it was the right thing to do, and he wanted to serve his country.
He left us in February of 1969 for a one year tour of duty, and on Christmas Day of 1969, two guys in dress uniforms showed up at our house to tell us that John Sheridan Jr. would never be coming back to us again, alive.
I can still hear my mother screaming as she fell down and collapsed on the living room floor, and I can see my father helplessly trying to comfort her, as his own tears streamed down his heartbroken face…
Just like my own tears are streaming down my face right now, as I finish writing this sentence… only my tears are burning hot with anger!!!
This video in the loving memory of my brother, John Sheridan Jr., who had the courage to carry an M-16 assault rifle into combat in 1969, and who made the ultimate sacrifice for an ultimately lost cause…
And again, because this message can never be repeated enough… please listen to this public service announcement. It’s vitally important, and people’s lives literally depend upon this message being heard, and then acted upon as soon as possible.