[High Praise! to The People’s Cube]
Yeah, this is a real thing.
Actually I support this effort. Hand this certificate to your kid after you buy him his first real gun.
[High Praise! to The People’s Cube]
Yeah, this is a real thing.
Actually I support this effort. Hand this certificate to your kid after you buy him his first real gun.
“Peacemaker” was the name of a gun. Maybe that’s what they mean.
Sadly, they even pee their pants at the thought of toy guns.
Sorry, Alliance for Survival,* we got an Air Soft rifle at the family Christmas gift exchange (I “stole” it from my sister-in-law, my niece stole it from me, and my quick-thinking daughter stole it from my niece – no Young Peacemakers in this family). Now we just have to figure out where in California it might be legal to test-fire the thing. We’ll probably have to go to a gun range. To fire a toy gun.
* Survival of armed criminals, I’m guessing. Who else would benefit from depriving children of the opportunity to appreciate gun culture?
“because my kids will learn to shoot the real thing”
Ha! and I didnt send the $1 for postage!
Let’s see. The Christmas toy weaponry count at the Toadroller household included 2 bokens, a toy centurion’s sword, bows of reflex and compound technology, plus plenty of practice arrows. Oh, and truly a “blast,” a pair of airZookas.
But the most fun has been those stacking cups. Kids are having a blast with them.
I gave both of MY kids Remington 870 Tacticals for Christmas
I love how they cite Ghandi, and fail to realize that Ghandi also said, “Among the many misdeeds of British rule in India, history will look upon the Act depriving a whole nation of arms as the blackest.”
Funny, all my kids got the real thing as soon as they were stout enough to work them. Now my grandkids are whittling down my little collection. By the time I’m put in the old folks home I’ll have nothing left but my old pocketknife. I had to promise my daughter’s youngest that the next time he came out I would fire my double barrel shotgun with some real black powder shells so he’d know what his toy muzzle loader would look like if he could load and fire it. And THAT boy is still in preschool.
Oh well they won’t let me bring my guns into the Home For Terminally Horny Old Ladies anyhow. So, I’ll trade the last of ’em for a big bottle of that Viagra stuff.
Looks like a written invitation for little Johnny to get his butt kicked at recess.
Maybe it means get rid of 9mm and buy a 45.
It is not unlikely that taking that award to school might violate the zero tolerance rules in some localities.