In January 2024, my wife and I agreed to host a birthday party for our friends’ 2-year-old in our child-free home. The scene was chaotic and joyful, with several young kids running around and scattering croissant crumbs on our sofa while their parents attempted adult conversation over mimosas.
Inevitably, the moment arrived when a child knocked over a drink on our coffee table. It was an old West Elm design with a panel on top and a storage area underneath. The spilled beverage was dripping into the seams, so a crowd of parents rushed to open the table and mop up the liquid pooling within. The first thing they saw when they lifted the panel was a padlocked gun case, helpfully identified by the Smith & Wesson user pamphlet sitting on top, which was now soaked in seltzer.
To be perfectly honest, I’d forgotten I had the gun. Ever since my wife and I moved into a place with more closet space, we rarely used the storage capacity of the coffee table. I was reminded of the firearm in my living room only when someone brought up the topic of recreational gun use—which, in our queer, left-leaning urban social circles, was next to never.
But there I was, facing a crowd of these wide-eyed friends, who were politely dabbing the seltzer off my gun. They were clearly shocked. I choked out some nervous laughter and assured them that the case was locked, the gun inside had another padlock, both keys were hidden, and I had no ammunition in the house. I then explained why I owned the gun, which I will also share with you shortly, and everyone made a few jokes at my expense. They finished cleaning up the mess and got back to watching their kids ruin my house.
— Christina Cauterucci in My Gun and Me
If your gun is locked up like that, you don’t own a gun , you own a paperweight.
Truth
There is a lot wrong with this person…but This! This exactly for the mindset of liberals with guns and the reason why their claims (or similar) of “I’m a gun owner so I support the second amendment, and that gives me an authority to decide what gun laws and the second amendment should be for you.” are so bogus and fake. A gun is basically an imagination-exercise-sex-toy they keep hidden and are embarrassed about it when its discovered so they have to blurt out some reason to justify. If you are embarrassed about, or make excuses for, or feel compelled to explain to others, or use the exercise of a constitutional right as a prop to justify, why you are exercising a constitutional right or think it gives you some moral authority to decide if others may exercise the second amendment, then you do not understand the constitutional right and how to exercise the constitutional right. Like Cackles and Walz and this liberal from the article “I’m a gun owner, but… – these people are not not ‘gun owners’ or people who ‘exercise’ the second amendment, they are unstable insecure prop users in their sad little play of life.
Well done, well said, well put!
“There are few things more useless than an unloaded handgun”
-Tom Clancy, Without Remorse
From the article:
“we research golden-visa options in case the government tells us those children are no longer ours.”
“To be perfectly honest, I’d forgotten I had the gun.”
The government has been telling straight couples that their children are not theirs for a long time now.
Because they don’t use the proper pronouns.
As far as I know the lez:bi@n gun owning community supports the government in that action. Since they vote for these democrat politians.
At Jeffrey Epstein’s parties they are accusations of having children cut up into pieces. All this being done behind closed doors.
But the libertarians, the liberals, and the leftists, support doing the same thing openly.
They just call it gender affirming care.
And saying that you had forgotten that you had a gun tells me that you are a very trusting person in the government. You really do trust the government a great deal.
Which is what the @the;ists and the h0m:0sezu;@ls do. They do have a great trust in government. They trust the government to take care of people.
That is how s0ci@li,st pr0″gres:sives think.
They would never trust a private religious institution. To take care of people. Because they would require people to change their bad behavior in both public and private.
And the government doesn’t require you to do that, when they’re handing out money to drug addicts.
H0.m0:sezu;@ls support gun control. They always have. They vote for anti civil rights, ga.y politicians.
In Colorado. In California. In Massachusetts.
I read the linked article. When Liberals come up with these whiny sniveling, overly-dramatic, overly-imaginary-threats tales explaining why they have a gun its like watching them de-evolve into a quivering mass of amoeba like life form. And the whole thing is full of her personal lack of confidence in herself, mixed with one big apology to herself and blaming it on everyone else…”oh, I thought this was gonna happen…that’s why I got a gun, sorry.”
From GSL:
This isn’t self-defense; it’s performance art. Buying a gun because the vibes feel “off” under Trump 2.0, then treating it like a magic talisman that wards off bad juju just by existing in the house—while ignoring the actual daily risks of city life, like carjackings, muggings, or gang violence and related crossfire a few blocks over. But sure, let’s clutch pearls over hypothetical federal death squads raiding queer brunch parties, while the real stats show real-world urban violent crime (gangs and criminal illegals) hitting closer to home for most folks.
And the pièce de résistance? Citing the tragic shooting of Renée Nicole Good—a 37-year-old poet, mother of three, and U.S. citizen killed by an ICE agent in Minneapolis on January 7, 2026—as Exhibit A for why every lesbian needs a bedside Glock.
“the case was locked, the gun inside had another padlock, both keys were hidden, and I had no ammunition in the house.” + “To be perfectly honest, I’d forgotten I had the gun.”
Let’s see: it forgot it had a gun, had 2 locks, keys were hidden, no(zero) ammo in the house. Yep all of that adds up to it really didn’t have a gun but a chunk of metal or paper weight as burce bogle stated. What a bad/dangerous joke this it was/is.