All too often in gun forums, and in the gun shop I work, I encounter and listen to what I would call Gear Queers, Wet Dreams, and Porcelain Dolls. After my last few trips to the range, while I judged the shit out of people, this idea has been kicking around in my head. Due to the help of GAT Nitraflex while I was at the gym tonight, I think it may finally be a cognitive workable idea. So let's see if any of this shit makes sense.
Gear Queers
Take a look at any gun forum, and you will find the Gear Queers. Questions about every single possible piece of equipment, literally down to "What is the best brand of tactical underwear". You will see picture threads with immaculately laid out equipment, such as plate carriers with hard armor plates, 12 magazines attached to it, morale patches, blood type patches, war belts, ballistic helmets, and every single fucking thing in between. And Multicam. Holy fuck, everything is Multicam. Black was the cool shit in the 80's and 90's, now Multicam is the new black.
The thing is, most of this high end tactical equipment, never, ever sees the light of day, except for the random range trip, carefully staged photo ops, and running around the house in it while looking in every mirror to see how absofuckinglutely tactical you are in your high speed low drag man suit. They could have spent the thousands of dollars on a lot more useful stuff, but in order to be in the cool kids club, they went past potato and ended up at firetruck.
The thing is, most of this high end tactical equipment, never, ever sees the light of day, except for the random range trip, carefully staged photo ops, and running around the house in it while looking in every mirror to see how absofuckinglutely tactical you are in your high speed low drag man suit. They could have spent the thousands of dollars on a lot more useful stuff, but in order to be in the cool kids club, they went past potato and ended up at firetruck.
Wet Dreams
I see this both in my day job (which is not slacking writing shit for this website), and in forums. Every single day. It seems like a lot of people have this wet dream fantasy about when "The Shit Hits the Fan". People tend to think that just by buying a rifle, five billion magazines, and four boxes of M855 they are hot shit, and ready to go for their fantasy of when Genghis Kahn invades Golden Coral while they are taking their forth trip back to the chocolate fountain. Most of it involves running out to their moms old 1994 Honda Civic, grabbing their bugout bag, and their "truck gun", then single handedly defeating the entire Vietcong army that is trying to plant satchel charges on the glorious chocolate fountain at Golden Coral.
On forums, people will post their "Every Day Carry" (known to the cool kids as "EDC"). A lot of the time it is the absolutely most ridiculous shit. People say that they carry two guns, four knives, three flashlights, a medical kit for gun shots, a pocket pussy, and handcuffs. The shit you see is absolutely comical, and unfuckingbelievable.
On forums, people will post their "Every Day Carry" (known to the cool kids as "EDC"). A lot of the time it is the absolutely most ridiculous shit. People say that they carry two guns, four knives, three flashlights, a medical kit for gun shots, a pocket pussy, and handcuffs. The shit you see is absolutely comical, and unfuckingbelievable.
Porcelain Dolls
All too often, people treat their guns like porcelain dolls. Every single nick or scratch in their guns, they are appalled and panic over. Working in the gun business, most times when we buy guns from people, (especially those between the ages of 18-35), they are barely used. If you look at most picture threads on gun forums, it is rare to see a gun that is actually used. All too often people treat their guns more like porcelain dolls, decorations, or just photo props more than they use them. To me a well used gun is a well loved one.
What does this all mean?
Besides that I am an asshole and I judge the ever loving shit out of people? Lots of things, but you will have to wait for Part II, as my pre workout has worn off, and it is nearly midnight. Stay tuned. I actually promise that it won't take me 9 months to write the sequel to this shit.
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