Last Labor Day, Albuquerque Tribune columnist Joline Gutierrez Krueger bought a Ruger SR9. She announced her purchase in a column filled with the usual “I was against guns but now I need one” rants, complete with OMGs, how did this happen to a liberal? and what’s gunna happen when you press the first button?. Still, The People of the Gun welcomed Ms. Krueger into the fold (including TTAG). The writer’s latest column on the subject reveals that she’s had second thoughts. She hasn’t touched her Ruger—despite the fact that her “crazy world” situation doesn’t seem to have been resolved. “Maybe I’m chicken,” she writes. “Maybe I just haven’t had time. But maybe something visceral happened when I held that gun and those brassy bullets.” Get ready, ’cause it goes WAY downhill from there . . .
Maybe Sandy Hook.
Maybe George Zimmerman.
Maybe Tera Chavez.
Maybe Hadiya Pendleton.
Maybe Sunni Reza, the 8-year-old Albuquerque girl shot and killed in the crossfire of a gang-related shooting in May.
Maybe Nehemiah Griego, the 15-year-old boy accused of gunning down his parents and his three younger siblings in their South Valley home.
Maybe Antoinette Tuff, the Georgia bookkeeper who saved the lives of potentially hundreds of elementary school children and police officers when she neutralized a mentally disturbed gunman, not with a weapon but with compassionate words, calmness and love.
Maybe because I just don’t understand a society that flocks to gun stores to stock up on weapons and bullets every time weapons and bullets are used in yet another American tragedy.
Maybe because I don’t understand a country where, as former President Clinton noted last week, it can be harder to vote than to obtain an assault weapon.
Maybe because National Rifle Association Vice President Wayne LaPierre and his paranoid fear-mongering scare me, but not for the reasons he might expect.
Maybe because I have seen so few situations where a gun made things safer.
Maybe because I just don’t have the stomach to be in this kind of fraternity.
Mostly, there is this: My youngest, who is special needs, got angry at an older brother recently and threatened to get my gun and shoot him.
Nope. Sorry. I’m going with chicken. Krueger is a coward.
If the writer needs a firearm—which she admits by both word and deed—she needs to stop griping, come to grips with her gun and get on with it. Training. Holster(s). Ammo. Home carry, too.
By opting out, Krueger’s abrogating her responsibility to defend herself and her loved ones. And that makes me wonder: are all gun control advocates cowards? We know they won’t face the truth: guns save life. They weasel and whine and prevaricate and change the subject and wave the bloody shirt and singularly refuse to argue the facts. They run away.
But maybe it’s more than that. Maybe they just don’t want to face anything scary. Maybe they don’t want to admit the possibility that the “crazy world” we all live in can never be safe. Maybe they’re scared that they can’t handle a firearm without freaking out. Maybe they’re wimps. I mean, how many of them have ever even fired a handgun? Rifle? Shotgun?