A nice story over at She Can Shoot about the empowerment a woman can have through gun ownership… and why a gun in the hand is way more comforting than the alarm company calling five minutes later to find out if they should dispatch the cops.
*We have both. The alarm is essentially to wake me up from my deep slumber so that I can reach for my Glock to bitterly cling to until the cops arrive. Yeah, if you are gonna f-with my wife and kids at o-dark-thirty then you are gonna have to get through me and my 34 rounds of 9mm in order to do it. Good luck with that.