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Some Urban Liberals Seem to Buy Guns as a Magic Talismans to Ward Off Mythical Marauding Deplorables

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“I choked out some nervous laughter and assured them that the case was locked, the gun inside had another padlock, both keys were hidden, and I had no ammunition in….” This snippet from a recent firsthand account paints a hilarious yet telling picture: urban liberals, spooked by election-night fantasies of roving Trump-supporting hordes, scrambling to arm themselves—not with practical know-how, but as if slapping a firearm into a double-locked safe sans ammo will summon some mystical shield against the deplorables. It’s the gun equivalent of buying a Ouija board to fend off ghosts; pure theater, zero tactics. The storyteller, likely a moderate in a blue bubble, had to play babysitter to neighbors treating a pistol like a Harry Potter wand—locked away tighter than Fort Knox, rendering it as useful as a paperweight in a real crisis.

Dig deeper, and this anecdote exposes the chasm between performative gun ownership and genuine Second Amendment ethos. These folks aren’t prepping for self-defense; they’re virtue-signaling through paranoia, buying into media-fueled myths of MAGA marauders while hamstringing their own protection with anti-gun precautions that’d make any range rat cringe. Remember the post-2020 riots? Actual threats came from Antifa chaos and opportunistic looters, not pickup trucks flying Gadsden flags. Yet here we are, with coastal elites discovering 2A only when their echo chambers crack, then neutering it with feel-good locks and zero training. It’s a self-own of epic proportions—converting a tool of empowerment into a $600 security blanket.

For the 2A community, this is low-hanging fruit and a teachable moment. Welcome them with open arms, but hit ’em with reality: ammo matters, locks are for storage not carry, and real threats don’t RSVP. Their awakening boosts sales and swells ranks, diluting gun-grabber narratives with fresh converts. Sure, some will fizzle out like New Year’s resolutions, but others might stick, trading talismans for proficiency. The irony? These nervous Nellies are unwittingly validating our case—firearms deter chaos, even if they botch the execution. Keep curating these gems; they’re ammunition for the culture war.

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