Hey antis! Guns makes us happy. Deal with it. OK, you already do. But not in a good way. May I respectfully recommend a trip to the gun rage – I mean range – to see why firearms trigger endorphins for tens of millions of Americans? Mind you, it’s not any one thing. For some, it’s the sublime satisfaction of hitting a target. For others . . .
it’s the sensual pleasure of feeling gunpowder ignite. Mind you, this firearms-related happiness isn’t restricted to the range. For me, gun happiness is the sound my heavy-ass 1911 snicking into my holster. It tells me I’m prepared (as best I can) to defend myself, my family, my friends and my community from the threat of death or grievous bodily harm.
Hey! What gives you warm fuzzies, gun-wise?