Lynne Russell, the woman who had an armed plastic bride and an armed plastic groom atop her wedding cake, says there’s “nothing to debate” about the Second Amendment and carrying a firearm. She wrote such in a Fox News opinion piece that included the passage, “Get a gun, get legal, be responsible, trust yourself. Don’t trust yourself? Then don’t carry. But for God’s sake then, shut the f**k up about it, because that’s where your involvement ends.”
Nice.
Russell says she’s been through hell, and the lesson learned: Carry a gun.
The back story: Recently Russell and her husband were attacked by an armed assailant. He broke into their room, wanted to take their stuff. Bad guy, bad motives. As he was pointing the gun toward Lynne, Chuck (the husband, and a U.S. Army Special Forces guy), “maneuvered himself in front of the small table between the beds, concealing two small .380 legal handguns we’d brought in from the car.”
Lynne tried distracting the assailant as she slipped Chuck a pocketbook with one of the weapons. Wrote Lynne: “The assailant grew agitated as I again walked across the room, splitting his concentration. He was making wild passes with his gun. Finally he lunged at the briefcase in front of me, and headed for the door. For a second, I thought he’d leave. Instead, he opened fire on my husband. Chuck returned fire, emptying his gun even as he was bleeding profusely. Bottom line: Assailant DOA in the parking lot. My hero recovering from five gunshot wounds. We both are alive. Now, ask me how I feel about the right to bear arms.”
Um, I’ll ask a question: Would this guy have shot your husband had you just handed him your pocketbook? Was he there to kill people and wind up serving life for armed robbery, or there to simply make a quick score? Does he have a murderous rap sheet that suggests an impulse to kill? Or a bunch of petty robberies?
In other words, while I don’t doubt Lynne Russell’s integrity, I do question elements of a neatly wrapped narrative. I also hate the cowboy mentality of gun owners; the “I’d rather shoot this out than surrender the $20 in my pocket” thinking.
I’m done.
