During a recent move of my mother, took the opportunity to permanently seize on a couple of family heritage objects, to be exact, my grandfather fascinated me since childhood and now I have with me. The first is a German bayonet from World War I, a long object like a machete, slightly ruined because at the time the sellers decided to kill him the tip, leaving Rome to sell it as a knife to cut bread. Is solvable, but at the expense of cutting off an inch of edge. The other object is a Smith & Wesson revolver caliber 38, five shots, a model of early S.XX. No bullets and supposedly does not work, but the striker appears to be in perfect condition and the drum turns happily each time you press the trigger. It has the original plastic handle with a nice logo of Smith & Wesson, a head covering amazingly girl who fails to occupy the entire length of my hand. Given that a large caliber, I suppose to shoot with a certain firmness is due to hold the wrist with your other hand. I do not know, I never saw him run, it was an object that my grandfather kept carefully hidden from me and had just seen a couple of times in lifetime.
Although of course it is harmless in its current state of poor performance and lack of bullets, causing a strange feeling the trigger on his own head or the trigger point and pointed at anybody, like vertigo when one looks for a balcony high, but that has to do with a certain malignancy immanent object itself and shares with the bayonet. At the end of the day and despite being much less dangerous than any of the knives Tramontina with that as they differ from these objects in their original purpose, which is simply to kill people.
The bayonet is cumbersome and too big to cut food, betraying every second a single goal: the stick in someone's body from the tip of a clip mauser or the hand of a soldier, as he has, unlike grosser of bayonets previous century consisted only in an iron ring with a long skewer, a wooden handle and metal that resembles an eagle and brimming with the elegance of all weapons from Germany. The Smith & Wesson for its part is a European market-oriented model, and as such has more delicate lines, especially in the metal pipe that runs from the trigger, which other contemporary revolvers in the house.
I do not know if these objects ever fulfilled its purpose of being; bet that the Smith & Wesson not, neither my grandfather nor his father were, for all I know, because everyone has secrets, "people take up arms and the perfect exterior of this indicates that rarely left his original box. The bayonet is absolutely nothing I can not venture and its record of deaths or failures is definitely a secret.
Strange to think that both come Over time, early twentieth century, which was a rare man who reached old age without taking his life "in a fair or unfair, at least one other man in his way. In terms of species has not been more than a whisper from those days, but yet they are completely denatured objects for most Westerners, of course apart from criminals, law and military law. They are objects that we have more fear than respect, even if unable to function. But there is something within us that recognizes it as an extension and an instrument of democratization. "God created men and Colt made them equal" was said when in the nineteenth century Colt revolvers appeared. Some of it is, somehow puts things to the same level of seriousness.
The love for weapons, although it might be the secret support of many left-wing revolutionary, is an affection that belongs to the imaginary field of the right. There can be few more organizations linked to the extreme right in U.S. the National Rifle Association (NRA), known for his fight for the right of citizens to keep and bear arms. However, and without ignoring many of the interests behind this organization and what is often repellent ideology of its adherents, the two arguments about defending their right to possess firearms are quite worthy of consideration. First, the simple argument "Undisputed, moreover, that men are not the weapons that kill people, and that an adult has the right to possess, to defend or play, without being assessed in relation to the acts of criminals. It's not so different from the libertarian views on the right to take drugs, or abortion.
The other argument is that it is dangerous to argue that the state has a monopoly on the possession of weapons and that citizens must be able to arm themselves to resist a tyrannical government eventually, something that is written in consititución. This argument is of great concern within the U.S. system, because, with few exceptions, these have not been characterized by repression or bullying their constituencies, something that apparently prefer to do outside border. However, this idea does not seem anything foolish in countries such as the Southern Cone, which have been helplessly state violence against its population.
is of course a very complicated subject, so that even Michael Moore in fire ship against the NRA and gun ownership, Bowling for Columbine , made clear that there are other countries where it is so easy to get weapons like in the U.S., and yet they did not occur in domestic atrocities like this. I like to think that the concept of Moore-type which is a lot smarter than you think-is that having weapons is necessarily harmful for adults, but Americans are not adults in relation to arms.
law is not what I want to talk about "the end of the day I think I agree with both positions on the issue, which saves me a lot of problems, but on the fascination, the fascination of nature. The memory of the proximity of the territorial creature, animal hunter, the landscape of that place where we go when children play war, and hypnotize us large on the screen every time we fall, guilty or not her visual representation of violence.
But I have nothing to say about it, not reasonable. Just try to describe the weight, comfortable, metal in the manor, the line from the striker to the look, the soft metallic sound when cocking ... something that is ordered and click ago.
time ago I heard a similar click, slow walking stride in a candy-colored horse, near the banks of Black River, with a rifle on his back. It was evening, and nothing happened, only that everything was finally sorted. Like when the first terms of affinity and pass the needle on the six strings tuned. I remember that moment from this chair very comfortable in front of this screen flickering. I should have taken a picture for how I feel when I feel well. Leo
