[mrnoodle]

In the ridiculously unlikely event that we have some kind of military-vs-populace clash in my lifetime, my privately owned guns won't keep me from getting killed by a tank. They will, however, make a terrific racket -- each clang representing a firmly upraised middle finger.

In the meantime, they're good for fun times with the family and to put meat in the freezer, and they represent my freedom. If I break the law with them, I lose that freedom. Until then, hands off.