Who needs a pistol caliber carbine? You! You need a pistol caliber carbine. Granted, the pistol caliber carbine isn’t at the top of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. It’s at the bottom, right where it belongs, under “safety.” A pistol caliber carbine can help keep you, your family and your community safe. But that’s not all! Here are the top three reason you need a pistol caliber carbine . . .
“The brain’s mesolimbic dopamine system, its reward pathway, is stimulated by all types of reinforcing stimuli,” drugabuse.gov reminds us, “such as food, sex, and many drugs of abuse, including cocaine.”
Eat too much food and you’ll have chronic health problems. Have too much sex, the wrong kind of sex and/or sex with the wrong person, and you’ll be buying your divorce lawyer a new Porsche. Snort too much Bolivian marching powder and you won’t be able to experience any pleasure without coke. And you’ll be broke.
So forget food, sex and drugs. Stimulate your mesolimbic dopamine system by shooting a pistol caliber carbine!
Where’s the downside? None! There is no downside! There aren’t any dangerous or unpleasant side effects.
Other than possible starvation and marital discord. Your relationship may be imperiled by arguments over the “correct” number of pistol caliber carbine range trips per month and the amount of money spent on ammunition, at any time, for any reason.
But remember: there’s no chance that shooting a pistol caliber carbine will trigger any other dangerous or unpleasant side effects in the immediate, short or long-term.
OK, sure, you could have a negligent discharge. And yes, a single misplaced round could cause tremendous mental, physical, emotional, financial and spiritual damage; in the immediate, short and long-term. To both you and some innocent bystander. Party pooper!
Anyway, if you’re wondering what all this pistol caliber carbine fuss is about (never mind why I took so long to get to the point), their low recoil and rifle or rifle-like ergonomics make shooting them an unalloyed joy. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.
That said, as Alfred Korzybski famously pronounced, the map is not the territory! There’s only way you can get the full dope on — or dopamine from — a pistol caliber carbine. Shoot one!
[Note: Mr. Korzybski didn’t say that last bit about the need to go hands-on with a pistol caliber carbine to fully appreciate the fun factor, and died before we could ask his opinion of the platform.]
Is there anything [we can write about on a gun blog] that’s more fun than pinging multiple steel targets with a pistol caliber carbine while moving in full accordance with all applicable safety rules? Slap a red dot on that pistol caliber carbine’s spine, slip a suppressor on its snout, and the fun quotient increases exponentially.
In fact, there isn’t a commonly available opiod that can kill the pistol caliber carbine’s fun-generating capability. [Note: The Joyce Foundation denied our research funding request and all opiods are commonly available in certain locations.] Nor can you kill a pistol caliber carbine with a stick. A statement which, while not technically true and a terrible cliche, remains an accurate reflection of pistol caliber carbines’ mechanical durability. IMHO. FWIW. YMMV.
2. You can share mags with carry pistol!
Holstering a pistol in the same caliber as your pistol caliber carbine is more than half the fun. Or . . . at least half. Ehhh, call it a third. Which is still a significant slice of the total fun pie. Just ask a prepper!
The pre-post-apocalyptic set love mono-caliber, magazine-based interoperability. As preppers will tell you (repeatedly), pistol caliber ammo will be the most easily available ammunition after an EMP, national economic meltdown or alien invasion (extraterrestrial or earthbound). And ammo availability is a big deal when you’re ammo shopping at a Wal-Mart staffed by genetic mutants. I mean new kinds of genetic mutants.
Operators operating operationally also give a [silent] thumbs-up to the One Caliber And a Whole Sh*tload of Mags to Rule Them All Rifle – Pistol Combo. Well, the operators who know that simplicity is the mother of not-doing-something-stupid-and-dying-under-pressure. And that most engagements (if not marriages) with hostiles occur well within the pistol-caliber carbine’s effective range.
The mag swap combo’s popularity is most closely tied to the fact that most people are lazy bastards. Are you one of those shooter who likes to spend as little time and mental energy as possible buying, storing and schlepping various flavors of ammo; buying, loading and sorting mags; stocking your range bag? I bet you are!
Running a pistol caliber carbine with a pistol that takes the same mags is stupid simple; the shooting equivalent of having a low maintenance wife. Make that a pair of low maintenance wives. Make that sister wives. Who could both be sexy little numbers. Nudge nudge, wink wink. Know what I mean? Say no more.
3. The pistol caliber carbine is an extremely versatile platform
Plinking? Oh yes, plinking. Lots of plinking. Decent distance plinking. Relatively inexpensive plinking. Good solid blow-up-a-pumpkin plinking. In short, pistol caliber carbine plinking rocks! [Note: this blog does not condone shooting actual rocks. Or rock lobsters.]
Home defense? A pistol caliber carbine shoots all those funky flavors of cool-looking self-defense pistol ammunition. (Helpful hint: make sure yours does.) Home defenders wielding pistol caliber carbines get all that low-recoil-enabled accuracy and way more muzzle energy than a pistol and less over-penetration than firing a “proper” rifle cartridge (excluding frangible ammo and a bunch of other caveats).
Hunting? Our resident war hero turned deer slayer Jon Wayne Taylor recently aimed his .45-caliber Quarter Circle 10 GLF Nighthawk at a whitetail at 45 yards. Pulling the trigger on the QC10, Jon helped Bambi shuffle off this mortal coil in short order. For close-range hunting thin-skinned game (see: home defense), the pistol caliber carbine’s got JWT’s Seal of Approval.
So, which pistol caliber carbine do you need? As I’m one of those lazy bastards I mentioned above, you tell me.