You know you’re exercising 2a rights when…
- … all the shirts you own are tattered in a certain place.
You know you’re exercising 2a rights when…
- … the Glock factory in Smyrna, Georgia, is sprucing up your tool of choice and the guys there tell you that they’ve never seen such wear on the coating on their slides, and then ask if you’ve put out more than eight thousand rounds, and are undercutting the count by more than two thirds. (And that was years ago.)
Note to infringers: You’re right, that’s a threaded barrel. But I don’t own a suppressor. This is just to get a slightly longer barrel for target practice which in these years has been extremely rare because of the lack of inexpensive plinking rounds.
You know you’re exercising 2a rights when…
- … lively conversations about the faith at supermarkets and gas stations – with all sorts of questions about the priesthood, about pro-life, about Christ Jesus precisely as the Divine Son of Mary, about Church history and the reformation, about priests being chaplains for the military and law enforcement, about where our Catholic church is located in town, about God-given rights enumerated in our Constitution, about these non-Catholics feeling totally welcomed to come by the church for a fish fry and for Holy Mass to see what’s really going on at Catholic parishes, all this because of carrying open and people loving to see that.
You know you’re exercising 2a rights when…
- [[ … do you have a story on this 4th of July? …]]
ARISE! LET US BE GOING! 
…I go to Holy Mass, sit in my usual pew beside the Station where Veronica wipes the face of Jesus, just being THANKFUL to be here and knowing the guy who chooses to stay in the back because he has our backs. Thank you Jesus for “D”.
You sure do have some interesting posts Father – ha. Seriously.