SandyHookBookMy right to own a gun, to stroke it, to use it, and to pass it on to my children is not a matter of pragmatism, so I’m not going to argue statistics or polls, even though they’d be in my favor.  And this list is in no particular order because, after the top two reasons, it really doesn’t matter how you order the rest.  It’s like the top musical acts of the twentieth century; there’s Elvis and the Beatles and where you rank The Stones, The Who or Led Zeppelin is just a matter of preference.  In this case, the top two reasons to own a gun are to “shoot a bastard” and to “shoot a tyrant,” or at least to have the capacity. 
 
Yes, I like poking holes in paper at 1100 feet per second and I love to take a pheasant down with my Remington 870, but “sport” and “hunting” are not the reasons that our founders were so “fanatical” about gun rights.  Guns are also a great investment and in the Obama age, that’s a rare commodity, so it cracks the top ten.  Want a good return on your investment, buy gold; want a good return on your freedom – buy lead. Still, not in the top two. I even like to stare at the guns in my collection and to see the “O” face of my friends when they eye-fondle my antique Winchester rifle; but our fathers didn’t risk lives, fortunes, and sacred honor for my right to display museum pieces.  So let’s get to the meat of the matter, shall we?
 
The full version of this column is now only available in Doug Giles’ book, “Sandy Hook Massacre: When Seconds Count, The Police Are Minutes Away”.