I recently swung my front door wide open and placed my Winchester Model 70 right in the doorway. I gave it five shells and, noticing that it had no legs, even placed it on my walker to help it get around. I then left it alone and went about my business.
While I was gone, the mailman delivered my mail, the neighbor boy played outside, a girl walked her dog down the street and quite a few cars stopped at the stop sign close our house. After about an hour, I checked on the gun. It was still sitting there on my walker, right where I had left it. It hadn’t rolled itself outside. It certainly hadn’t killed anyone, even with the numerous opportunities it had been presented to do so. In fact, it hadn’t even loaded itself.
You can imagine my surprise with all the media hype about how dangerous guns are and how they kill people. Either the media are wrong, and it’s the misuse of guns by people that kills people, or I’m in possession of the laziest gun in the world.
Next I’m off to check on my spoons. I hear they’re making people fat.