Seen at TTAG.
What a foppish, effete, dainty man. He and Robert Bateman may want to meet and have some egg plant and bean sprouts together.
I was sitting in a casual seafood restaurant on the Eastern Shore of Virginia not long ago. It is a place well known for the quality of their crab and inshore fish. It was early on a quiet Sunday morning. The brunch hour approached and, more importantly, we were hungry. We were passing the Delmarva Peninsula at the time, an area I know well from my youth. My wife sat opposite me across a plain varnished pinewood table and my baby daughter sat in a high-seat next to me. Three tables of this roughly sixty-table restaurant were filled.
As we ate, looking over the beautiful waters at the Island House Restaurant in Wachapreague, I noticed over my wife’s shoulder the large man sitting in the table next to ours. It is not all that often that I notice people significantly larger than I am, but this guy qualified enough so that one could not help but look when he got up a few feet away. Going I know not where, I also noticed something else, the obvious presence of a concealed weapon at his hip, nominally, loosely “concealed” beneath his oversized T-shirt.
Really? A gun, at Sunday Brunch? Are you seriously that afraid of the 75-year-old farming couple, the only other people in the restaurant, who probably raised the daughter who babysat you 30 years ago? Or is it the middle-class transient family of three, with the baby, us, who frighten you? I mean, really, there were eight people in that restaurant at the time.
Then, over the next hour, as the 30 or-so retirees and perhaps 20 more obviously in for a post-Church-service special Sunday Brunch folks came in, I came to realize how absolutely delusional the fellow must be. What kind of idiot carries a gun in a family restaurant for family brunch? Well, that would be one of the folks influenced by the NRA-approved “Molon Labe” movement.
He can’t even hide his disdain for the man, not even as it pertains to his weight. Of course, he didn’t have the guts to tell the man he thought he was fat, nor to ask him why he openly carries.
I have always believed, and continue to, that gentlemen carry their weapons openly. The founders and their sons did, with John Adams carrying a rifle to shoot squirrels on the way to school in the morning.
Criminals try to hide their weapons. As for everybody else, it’s all psychological. The fact that a weapon isn’t in plain view doesn’t mean it isn’t there. Notice that Bateman begins with his disdain for open carry (or loosely concealed, as he called it), and then to the fact that he had a firearm at all.
It isn’t really open carry to which they object – it’s carry at all. They don’t want you armed. As for French, well, it’s David French. What do you expect? Realistically, though, he should replace “designed to be menacing” with “he obviously hates IWB carry and sweating and corroding his weapon.”
Sometimes a rose is just a rose.