Here in the post-holiday depression season, I'm reminded of the classic movie, "A Christmas Story," the tale of Ralphie and his quest for the ultimate Christmas present: a Red Ryder BB rifle. All through the story, Ralphie tries everything he knows to convince those around him that he must have that rifle.
And all through the story, the common retort from authority figures is the same: "you'll shoot your eye out, kid."
This story is an analog to our government's current crusade, where we're being told what's good for us. We're being told that, "hey, we got this - we're your elected officials, and as such, we know better than you what's good for you. Guns? You'll shoot your eye out, kid."
So what? So what if I shoot my eye out? Bad news for me. But I won't shoot my eye out. I won't shoot anything but cardboard or steel in all likelihood. I won't shoot another person, unless they're in my house when they don't belong there, or if they try to steal my car, or they try to rob me, or they attack my loved ones, or...well, hopefully you get the point.
The government's concern for whether or not I shoot my eye out is nothing in comparison to my clear and present desire or need, and my inalienable right to own the firearm of my choice. Go solve some real problems.