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Why can't we admit that there is no safety to be had without the use of force, and without the right to self-defense?

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on gun rights as gay rights, and what SCOTUS should rule in Heller.

Self-defense is a human right. To deny this is madness . . . or English, at the very least.

(Extra credit question: Can anyone spot the error in gun history in Jonathan Rauch's article? Take home assignment: read Rauch's original "Pink Pistols" article.)

Time Magazine's Alex Altman gives us a rather dim and misleading summary of the issues at stake in Heller, but the accompanying photo is enticing.

I'll be in my . . . well, you know.

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. . . on Heller.

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at SCOTUS Blog.

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SCOTUS Blog has a nifty little blog-gadget that automatically scrolls down as new developments occur, and keeps one apprised just about by the second what's going on.

So, go. This is big.

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Althouse has a quick legal summary, and Malkin discusses the extraordinary (and extraordinarily sane) level of interest in the case. It's a good sign when

Getting into the hearing today is the hot ticket in town—the lines look like Hannah Montana concert lines.

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I had hidden it away so carefully from the prying eyes of the social worker, back when we thought we might adopt a baby.

It had my ammo, my gunleather, my sidearms—everything but the 20-gauge. I was about to tape it all shut and send it to storage when my .357 looked up at me and whispered, "let me stay."

"I can't let you stay," I responded. "We're selling the house. There will be showings. This place will be crawling with realtors and prospective buyers. It isn't that I don't love you; it's just that this isn't a good time for me."

"But what about your p0rn?" it asked. "What about your Hitachi Magic Wand? Aren't you leaving them here until Caravan Day, when your privacy in this house officially ends? Couldn't I take the last train out with them, and your lacy lingerie?"

So little Ruger—the Tomcat—went into storage today. Big Ruger is here, along with some .38 ammo and a few hollow-point .357 cartridges. Because it's just so well-made, and heavy and lovely. I had missed it so.

Wheelguns rawk.

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1 Heh heh. So your Ruger is nestled up next to you Hitachi Wand and beneath a layer of your lacy underthings... Gahwd I love women who love guns!

Posted by: Desert Cat at March 03, 2008 04:10 PM (B2X7i)

2 Yes, but I'm more low-tech than your wife--after all, she probably would have kept the semiauto, and sent the revolver away! To each her own . . .

Posted by: Attila Girl at March 03, 2008 06:44 PM (ROU8v)

3 Don't forget to hide the medicine! Seriously!

Posted by: Greta Perry at March 03, 2008 07:41 PM (Xl4tG)

4 Mm hm. There's a 9mm pistol slipped in next to her battery-powered friend in her bedside drawer. Is it warm in here...?

Posted by: Desert Cat at March 03, 2008 07:58 PM (DIr0W)

5 Definitely!

Posted by: Attila Girl at March 04, 2008 09:16 AM (ROU8v)

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