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The Gun That Survived 9/11
Michael Ives
This ordinary stainless steel revolver was carried by New York Police Officer Walter Weaver. On Sept. 11, 2001, Weaver took it as he rushed into the World Trade Center in New York City after it was attacked by the radical Islamic terrorist group al-Qaeda. Like far too many, Officer Weaver never made it out that day … but his revolver was recovered from the ashes.
Weaver’s family later donated the gun to the NRA National Firearms Museum. With the 14th anniversary of the September 11 attacks coming up tomorrow, Weaver’s revolver holds a place of honor today and serves as a somber reminder of the law enforcement officers who put their lives on the line daily. It’s an ordinary firearm that stands as a symbol of extraordinary bravery.
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Addiction as a Weapon
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10 Guns Only Idiots Carry in 2026
If you have a lot of money and a big house and fancy cars and a lot of toys, good for you.
Whether or not you worked for it, won it, stole it or inherited it, I don’t care.
I don’t want any of your stuff. And I’m not going to demand that you give some of it to someone else just because they don’t have what you do. Keep it for yourself.
I am more than happy with that which I already have – and it ain’t a lot. It’s ENOUGH. Anything I want or truly need I’ll work as hard as need be to get it or I will do without. It’s that simple.
So stop telling me about income inequality.
Stop talking about the 1%.
Stop trying to divide us by wealth or race or sex or ethnicity or anything else.
Stop forcing taxes on to people who can pay and squandering it on people who don’t, can’t or won’t pay – or work for that matter.
Stop telling me how to live my life.
Stop telling me where I can and cannot go and with whom.
Stop telling me I have to respect you.
Stop telling me I owe things to people I never have and never will meet.
Stop telling me I have to pay for the sins of someone else’s great, great grandfather.
Stop telling me who to like and who to hate.
Stop preaching to me. If you have a religion, or a favorite pet, or a sacred burning bush of some kind, good for you. I don’t want one and don’t need to hear about yours.
Don’t like a country or a company or a political party? Good for you. Keep it to yourself.
I don’t care what you think.
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