Sometime Lefty wrote:
Never said I did carry a knife and a gun just that if I wanted to, in Fla, I could. Matter of fact, I have had my carry concealed license over two years now and have never felt a need to carry a weapon or firearm with me. If that changes in the future I'll just reach in my drawer, strap on my Ruger, pull my shirt over it and be legal.
Same here, for the most part. I have made a number of enemies during my career and although I don't always carry, I do keep my handgun readily available. One thing I found interesting though, is this: "Florida law does not require one to disclose one's possession of a firearm on contact with Law Enforcement." The cop can ask, but the individual does not have to answer. That's strange. I've never been to Alaska, but I understand that on every traffic stop, the driver is asked if they have a weapon in their car. Generally, the answer is yes.
O Really wrote:Wait - I missed something. Is there a limit to the number or types of weapons one carries in order to be a rational law-abiding citizen and not a low-IQ badass? It must be possible to actually lower one's IQ by carrying weapons. How do we know that doesn't happen with just one firearm?
Depends on whether or not you're in Alaska where all non-native Americans are born holding a firearm.
Sometime Lefty wrote:Just an old man with no friends who drinks too much and comes here to bitch and moan and troll. As a follow on to Mr B he is perfect. He's a no god spoutin', cussing twin. Although the first Mr B understood and wrote our language at a much higher level.
Old man, yes; drinks too much, no. No friemds, wrong. If I drink, I drink at home; alone. My bitchin' and trollin' didn't happen until it was discovered I didn't fit the mold required for membership here, and evidently Mr.B didn't either. I've exchanged 2 pm's with him, and that was plenty enough for me. I am my own personality; whether it's liked or not doesn't faze or concern me in the least. You folks have your opinions, languages, special names for others, wingnuttiness, political preferences, etc., but none of you are any better a person than me, Mr.B, the Colonel, or whoever else decides to pop up here. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Merry Xmas, Happy Handnooky, or whatever alcohol/pot-fueled celebrating you want to do.