Between Coronado and I-880 there are TEN, you believe that? They live within five minutes of Patterson Elementary.
- There are two in Adobe Drive, ONE minute away. Out back, the other side of the football field, in Elvena Court, there's another one, and one right by in Renato. Four live in Ronda Court, FOUR (that's the other side of Fremont Boulevard.) and take a look at the field over Mohawk River Street. There are EIGHT there, Ah tell you man, the kids are surrounded, we're surrounded.
- There's four just a walk away from the City Library, convenient, huh? But hey, they are only “serious offenders” they're not “high-risk”. Say, tell you, what y'honour, they can baby-sit YO little girl.
- Now Ah got me a map, now Ah got the law to tell me where they are, Ah can protect my little girl, and ma baby boy. Ah want my babies to grow up fine and whole, and free of fear. Since Megan, ah can. They cain't hide away no more.
- Ah signed me up fer a gun course with the NRA. Firearm Safety, second Sat'dee evening of the month, 6PM, forty-five dollars.
- Ah started on the web, got me to berrettausa.com. What they said there was people buy a handgun for many reasons. Too right, and ah know wha ah got me one. Some buy a handgun for plinking, for shooting at cans or at paper targets. Not me. Others buy a handgun for self-defense. That's me, but one of them so much as comes to my street, ah cannot be held responsbull.
- Some buy a handgun because they like to collect various types of firearms or because they are simply interested in the engineering or aesthetic design of a particular firearm. Yeah, right. But what I really wants me, is an extra C X 4 Storm Carbine, becus when it goes tits up, fust thing ah'm doing is visiting with some guys to Adobe Drive, Elvena Court, Renato. and Ronda Court.
- Still owners buy a handgun because they have the freedom to do so and wish to exercise their Second Amendment rights by purchasing a sidearm.
Yeah, RIGHT!
- Ma Betty (that's what I call ma Berretta 92), is full sized, a proper weight man's gun. It's a good solid weapon, 9 millimetre, ten shots per magazine, and I keep a full spare. (I got Mary a little sub-compact, made right here in Maryland, nothing foreign, no outsourcing good American jobs.)
- You wanna know why I went for the Betty's for me and my Mary an why soon as it's legal my kids will have them? Let me tell you.
- Year ago in Baghdad, Iraq. Ma friend Jack was a platoon leader rolling up Highway 1 in a Humvee, when he drove into an ambush hell. His boys were being cut to ribbons by mortars, machine guns, RPGs. And Jack was in charge. It was up to him.
- So Jack looked for a way to lead his boys to safety. He tried to break through the Iraq gunmen with the Hummer, but he came under direct enemy fire. Jack and his boys were fish in a barrel.
- Did Jack just take it? No Sir! He gave the order to attack. His driver floored that Hummer, drove straight at the machine gun was firing at them. Another one of Jack's boys up top opened up with the .50 cal and started wasting.
- In a minute them Iraqis was dead, the machine gun taken out. But Jack didn't stop, no Sir! He drove that Humvee straight into the Iraqi trench that was attacking his Marines, and when the Humvee grounded Jack dove out the door carrying an M16, a Beretta and up've two hunnerd years of Marine Corps pride.
- Jack ran down the trench, and he killed them all.
- He used the M16 until he had no ammo. Then he fought with the Beretta until it was empty. Then you know what the sumuvabich done? He picked up an Iraqui AK47 and fought with that until it jammed. Then he picked up another AK47 from an Iraqui he'd shot and fought with that.
- Jack was a fucken HERO, man. He cleared 300 yards of them Iraqis, killed thirty, wounded at least thirty more.
- But Jack jest says his boys were in trouble, and he got them out. Hoo-ah, drive on. But the gave Jack a Goddamn medal man.
'Course all you get t'hear on the damn liberal TV is about those naked Iraquis and the dumb trailer-park knocked-up chick messin with them. But this was real American valor, man, not propaganda. Damn media fills people up with lies.
- But I guess it don't matter. Jack's home now. He been helping me on the range. We go drinkin together.
- Jack, he got two girls age of my baby, an he seen the maps too. He got all the lines of fire worked out for if things get worse, and he knows how to get hold of C X 4s.
