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I’ve spent a fortune trying to arm my wife. It’s difficult because I’m a class three arms collector. It’s like being a Nobel prize winning mathematician, and having a kid that can’t handle the multiplication tables.

Only gun she can operate with any confidence is a revolver with the hammer sawn off. Reloading is a clown show. Doesn’t help that I’m there with a stop watch yelling ‘Second nigger wave in 10, 9…etc.’

Hopefully, I’ll be home when the niggers come and I’ll conduct their on-boarding orientation myself.

Took the wife to a range day when I was an 18B instructor. She got to fire a an M2.

Me: "So, how'd ya like it?"

Her: "I am so hot for you right now."

Every woman in my life can outshoot most men. Starting with both of my grandmothers then my mom, sister, cousins, and finally my wife, they all know how to handle guns.

I grew up thinking every woman knew.