Final Thoughts of the Night:
As I tuck my Special Agent back into its safe place after protecting me tonight as I shut down the office to leave and go home, this thought crossed my mind....
What I thought was "my right" to live and protect myself is seeming in reality to be a reason to die or get killed. So the question now becomes "To Carry or NOT to Carry?"
It seems that a permit means nothing if your skin isn't the right shade. It seems that it is a mute point to have a license to carry a weapon to protect yourself, as it is more like a license to be killed if a cop is unsure of his/her skills and training and allow fear to pull the trigger on his service weapon.
So, what is the point of it all? Whether you have a permit or not, at the sound of one having a gun, apparently that is enough of a threat or warning to police that you just might use it... not properly or according to the law..., but to just shoot them for lack of anything left to live for. So, do you tell them you have it or do you conceal the fact that it is on your person or in your car, for fear of their possible ill-fated reaction and response? Do you let them just discover it on their own and then accuse you of plotting on them since you failed to mention having it? What? Help me here.... I'm confused...
But then I hear, as I'm driving home all of the mass destruction that's going on in the world, all at the expense of something that is supposed to be used to protect us. I know guns don't kill people by themselves, but I'm feeling some kind of way and a bit of resentment for even carrying my "Special Agent Derek Morgan" due to the uncertainty of the laws (although I took the courses), the rights, the evil, the hurt, and even the sadness that can possibly be related to it in general... I'm feeling scared to even protect myself by carrying and using the one thing that I chose for protection and that is supposedly designed to protect me....So again "To Carry or Not to Carry". #NoSecret #iCarryHeat