I have no problems with the idea carrying firearms, I'm a gun owner myself (though in Australia), but open carry seems just like you're saying "Shoot me first".Hitokiri_Gensai said:
Most dangerous "weapon" that ever got you in trouble for.
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Because the only thing youll achieve with that, is taking guns out of the hands of law abiding citizens. Criminals ARENT allowed to own weapons, by law, so how do they get them? Illegally, and they will continue to do so. Criminals dont care about the law. To them, laws that ban gun ownership only serves to make it easier for them to commit crimes because they dont have to worry about if the owner of the house their robbing might have a shotgun in the closet, or if the lady they're about to mug might have a pistol in her purse.syrus27 said:
I heard about a few guys in COLLEGE who got in more-or-less big trouble for having those because they can be considered/confused for "guns". Campus security was called, they had to turn over their "guns" and weren't given them back if I remember the story correctly. Heard about it on an mmo-champion forum I think. Unfortunately I personally don't have a story of getting in trouble with a weapon, which is...bad? Yeah...Necromancer Jim said:
I was nearly kicked out of school for having this in my bag when I went to a game (I'm in the marching band).
By the gods, I might mildly annoy up to six people!
There's liberals, and then there's liberals. The best way to look at it is on a grid with two axes; one being liberal to conservative, and the other being libertarian to authoritarian. The Libertarian party would be a group of libertarian conservatives. The liberals you're complaining about are authoritarian liberals. Personally, I'm a libertarian liberal -- a rare combination in the US for some reason, but pretty much what "liberal" is assumed to mean in the rest of the world.ravenshrike said:
As I mentioned earlier in the thread, it's actually a pretty huge problem; HvZ players have to fight a constant battle to get Nerf allowed on campus, pretty much regardless of what school they're at. If you want to see just how bad it is, check out some of the threads in <link=http://forums.humansvszombies.org/index.php/board,17.0.html>this forum sometime.NightmareWarden said:I heard about a few guys in COLLEGE who got in more-or-less big trouble for having those because they can be considered/confused for "guns". Campus security was called, they had to turn over their "guns" and weren't given them back if I remember the story correctly. Heard about it on an mmo-champion forum I think. Unfortunately I personally don't have a story of getting in trouble with a weapon, which is...bad? Yeah...Necromancer Jim said:
I was nearly kicked out of school for having this in my bag when I went to a game (I'm in the marching band).
By the gods, I might mildly annoy up to six people!
I once brought a BB gun to school when I was about 8 or so (they're legal in Poland). Haha, it took the teacher about 30 minutes to figure out I was the reason for the red BB's in her hair.
-Never believe anyone who says a BB gun can shoot you eye out; I got shot square in the eyelid from a point blank range. Apart from the extreme, agonizing pain and confusion, I was/am fine.
There was also the time when my friend brought in a lighter and set the garbage can on fire...he got expelled.
-Never believe anyone who says a BB gun can shoot you eye out; I got shot square in the eyelid from a point blank range. Apart from the extreme, agonizing pain and confusion, I was/am fine.
There was also the time when my friend brought in a lighter and set the garbage can on fire...he got expelled.
By red BBs, do you mean red plastic? Because if so, that was technically an airsoft gun, not a BB gun. Real BB guns shoot steel balls and, in the case of air rifles, lead pellets. Some of the more expensive models are strong enough to kill a person, let alone put their eye out.DrunkPickle said:
One problem with that: pretty much every major shooting in living memory was the result of someone legally acquiring a gun -- including both Columbine and Virginia Tech. In addition to this, even the black market guns tend to be acquired legally before either being stolen or sold on by an unscrupulous gun owner. Banning them completely wouldn't do away with the threat, but it's fallacious to assume it wouldn't make a difference. I'm not saying we should do it, just pointing out a flaw in an annoyingly common argument.Hitokiri_Gensai said:
Most trouble I've gotten into with a ""weapon"" would be the time when I stabbed a guy in the fore-arm with a pencil, and I do not regret that, he was an annoying git that continued to annoy me (waving his arms IN (almost) my face while I tried to do math) after I'd warned him several times. So he kinda had that one coming. Strange thing was that the only thing that happened was that some of my classmates said something like "what the hell man?" and he got a bandage from the school nurse, so I didn't really get into any trouble. This was in 9th grade.
I'd keep doing that with progressively more brutal looking/exotic weapons just to annoy her...Gyrohelix said:
When I was a kid (about 6 or 7) I went digging in my backyard and found an old, broken lighter. Thing is, it had this cool silver plating with a wolf engraved into the side. How neat is that? So I brought it inside, washed and rubbed all the dirt off it, and showed it to my parents. I thought it was about as neat a thing you could ever find an inch below your backyard.
So the next day, I take it to school to show my friend. As I'm leaving the bus, the driver tells me to go to the office. He does not say why. I go to the office, curious, and am told to visit the vice principal. He tells me that I am in serious trouble, that another student on the bus said I was carrying a weapon, and that I will be suspended after my parents are called.
I started breaking down by that point. I had never gotten in trouble before then, and suddenly the teachers whom all smiled at me now shouted at me, and for the life of me, I didn't know why. I thought the engraved lighter looked cool, an old trinket, a discovered relic. The device no longer worked, in fact the interior was still crammed with some dirt I couldn't scrape off it.
Soon after, my mom came to the office to speak with the principal. There was an understanding, and it was clear that I had not intended any harm or had any knowledge of what I was carrying. I was still shaken, though, by the hostility of it all. It made me feel unclean.
I was not permitted to keep the lighter. I'd like to think it got thrown out and was now buried an inch underground somewhere.
So the next day, I take it to school to show my friend. As I'm leaving the bus, the driver tells me to go to the office. He does not say why. I go to the office, curious, and am told to visit the vice principal. He tells me that I am in serious trouble, that another student on the bus said I was carrying a weapon, and that I will be suspended after my parents are called.
I started breaking down by that point. I had never gotten in trouble before then, and suddenly the teachers whom all smiled at me now shouted at me, and for the life of me, I didn't know why. I thought the engraved lighter looked cool, an old trinket, a discovered relic. The device no longer worked, in fact the interior was still crammed with some dirt I couldn't scrape off it.
Soon after, my mom came to the office to speak with the principal. There was an understanding, and it was clear that I had not intended any harm or had any knowledge of what I was carrying. I was still shaken, though, by the hostility of it all. It made me feel unclean.
I was not permitted to keep the lighter. I'd like to think it got thrown out and was now buried an inch underground somewhere.
Pff, how's this for a story, when I was 16 or 17 I got stopped at a UK airport for being in possession of... wait for it...
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...A WALLET!
No, seriously. My wallet had a bungie cord that tied it to my belt to make sure I couldn't lose it. Airport security made me bin it and leave it behind for fear I might use it as a garot to kill the crew; let's get this clear here, we're talking about a short 16 year old, white, British kid, with bottle-end glasses and a laptop half the size of them.
There's about as much chance of me having any kind of hit-man-esque intentions with the crew (and the strength to pull it off) as a granny has of beatting the pilot to death with her handbag...
...the sad bit is this was neither my first nor last time I was stopped or detained by the UK police forces over rediculous infractions. (Another incident that SAME WEEK saw them stop me on a train for "travelling illegally" because I didn't have identification on me to prove that I was a UK resident or something stupid. Nevermind my family is English/Welsh as far back as I can trace, I've lived here most my life, and I'm a typical north european caucasian).
...
...A WALLET!
No, seriously. My wallet had a bungie cord that tied it to my belt to make sure I couldn't lose it. Airport security made me bin it and leave it behind for fear I might use it as a garot to kill the crew; let's get this clear here, we're talking about a short 16 year old, white, British kid, with bottle-end glasses and a laptop half the size of them.
There's about as much chance of me having any kind of hit-man-esque intentions with the crew (and the strength to pull it off) as a granny has of beatting the pilot to death with her handbag...
...the sad bit is this was neither my first nor last time I was stopped or detained by the UK police forces over rediculous infractions. (Another incident that SAME WEEK saw them stop me on a train for "travelling illegally" because I didn't have identification on me to prove that I was a UK resident or something stupid. Nevermind my family is English/Welsh as far back as I can trace, I've lived here most my life, and I'm a typical north european caucasian).
Heh, I didn't get in trouble personally, but my friend did because of me.
I was living in Austin, and my friend Ryan was visiting. I had a business trip the next day, so naturally we went out and tore it up that night. The next day, I drove my truck to the airport, and Ryan drove it back for me. I didn't find out until I landed, but airport police pulled Ryan over almost as soon as I had entered the terminal.
He was pulled over because my State Inspection sticker was a month out of date. As soon as Ryan rolled down the window, the cop said he smelled weed and asked Ryan to get out of the truck. (I don't' smoke weed, but the night before we had smoked cigars). Ryan was still kinda bleary and sleepy, but he politely got out and saw three cop cars behind the truck. The cop asked to search the truck, and Ryan agreed--he knew I didn't have drugs, guns, etc in there--but unfortunately, he didn't realize how bored the cops were.
Now, I was living in Austin to sell surgical equipment, but I was also working at a club on 5th street, so I had some unusual stuff in there. And that cop pulled it all out one by one:
First up was the three-foot piece of rebar along the driver floorboard--my "Redneck B Goode" stick, but also a big help when changing a tire.
Next was the oversized pair of bolt-cutters in the back--for cutting off locks of ex-employee lockers--that the cop said was a "burglin' tool".
Of course my toolbox in the back seat didn't help with that either, (I like to do woodworking, so I had chisels and other weird tools in there).
Then came out the two-foot Mag flashlight, which apparently he considered a weapon due to it's size.
He found my stun-gun in the glove compartment.
Also in there he found my little flashlight--"Why does he need two flashlights, huh?"--which I use while in the club.
My hockey stick, combined with everything else I suppose, was declared a weapon too.
And finally, my lost knife! (it had slipped down and gotten lodged between the front seats). It was 5-inches--the legal limit in Texas is 5-1/4 inches--and while a legal knife, the cop claimed it was "illegally concealed" in my truck.
The cops--five of them now--laid all that stuff out in the bed and grilled Ryan for 45 minutes. Poor guy hadn't had his coffee yet, had no idea about almost all of my stuff, but stayed polite in the face of all the hostile questions and accusations. In the end they let him go, and with all my stuff too! They said that if I was the one who got pulled over, they would have taken me to jail.
Sure, guys. Have fun explaining arresting me for all the legal stuff in my truck.
I was living in Austin, and my friend Ryan was visiting. I had a business trip the next day, so naturally we went out and tore it up that night. The next day, I drove my truck to the airport, and Ryan drove it back for me. I didn't find out until I landed, but airport police pulled Ryan over almost as soon as I had entered the terminal.
He was pulled over because my State Inspection sticker was a month out of date. As soon as Ryan rolled down the window, the cop said he smelled weed and asked Ryan to get out of the truck. (I don't' smoke weed, but the night before we had smoked cigars). Ryan was still kinda bleary and sleepy, but he politely got out and saw three cop cars behind the truck. The cop asked to search the truck, and Ryan agreed--he knew I didn't have drugs, guns, etc in there--but unfortunately, he didn't realize how bored the cops were.
Now, I was living in Austin to sell surgical equipment, but I was also working at a club on 5th street, so I had some unusual stuff in there. And that cop pulled it all out one by one:
First up was the three-foot piece of rebar along the driver floorboard--my "Redneck B Goode" stick, but also a big help when changing a tire.
Next was the oversized pair of bolt-cutters in the back--for cutting off locks of ex-employee lockers--that the cop said was a "burglin' tool".
Of course my toolbox in the back seat didn't help with that either, (I like to do woodworking, so I had chisels and other weird tools in there).
Then came out the two-foot Mag flashlight, which apparently he considered a weapon due to it's size.
He found my stun-gun in the glove compartment.
Also in there he found my little flashlight--"Why does he need two flashlights, huh?"--which I use while in the club.
My hockey stick, combined with everything else I suppose, was declared a weapon too.
And finally, my lost knife! (it had slipped down and gotten lodged between the front seats). It was 5-inches--the legal limit in Texas is 5-1/4 inches--and while a legal knife, the cop claimed it was "illegally concealed" in my truck.
The cops--five of them now--laid all that stuff out in the bed and grilled Ryan for 45 minutes. Poor guy hadn't had his coffee yet, had no idea about almost all of my stuff, but stayed polite in the face of all the hostile questions and accusations. In the end they let him go, and with all my stuff too! They said that if I was the one who got pulled over, they would have taken me to jail.
Sure, guys. Have fun explaining arresting me for all the legal stuff in my truck.
Heard of a kid got sent to the principal because he aimed a *_* at another kid.
What was this thing then o well A FREAKING BANANA! Yes a kid got sent away because he pointed a banana against some other kid...
Bananas must be dangerous... (This is some old news story and for the love of everything I hope it were fake, but todays society I would not be surprised)
Me I've gotten told of because I handled a MG wrong, but that was in army so doesn't count.
But I have been told of because I gave a explicit description what you could do to harm a person, with a pencil...
And I also been told of for not telling my teacher I cut myself in woodworks.. nothing serious just bled annoyingly much... it would stopped by itself sooner or later. I had some experience in cutting myself (by accident) in both in kitchens and whilst carving something out of wood etc. So I knew it wasn't serious...
What was this thing then o well A FREAKING BANANA! Yes a kid got sent away because he pointed a banana against some other kid...
Bananas must be dangerous... (This is some old news story and for the love of everything I hope it were fake, but todays society I would not be surprised)
Me I've gotten told of because I handled a MG wrong, but that was in army so doesn't count.
But I have been told of because I gave a explicit description what you could do to harm a person, with a pencil...
And I also been told of for not telling my teacher I cut myself in woodworks.. nothing serious just bled annoyingly much... it would stopped by itself sooner or later. I had some experience in cutting myself (by accident) in both in kitchens and whilst carving something out of wood etc. So I knew it wasn't serious...
BloatedGuppy said:
Why?
Owning and knowing how to use weapons isn't threatening in and of itself, it's using them for bad purposes.