Brothers and sisters, this is a prime example of what I call “The Gun’riters’ burden.” About the only thing this yo-yo got right is that it’s a “free country.” I can write pretty much about anything I chose. If readers like it then that great eminence in Missouri, Editor Roy, will keep printing it. If not, well then I’m history. Several things in this fellow’s note can only cause other gun’riters to smile. Here’s a few, “ … made all his money.” What money? If someone finds a bag of money labeled “Duke” please get it to me quickly. If a gun’riter has a pile of money he didn’t make it writing for gun magazines!

“He did become famous.” If I’m famous where are all my paparazzi? I can move about the world freely without being stopped by autograph seekers. “He is selling books and making a killing.” That one is just great. I wish! My “killing” on those books every year is just about enough to finance my attending a season’s worth of BPCR Silhouette matches — precisely the thing Mr. Dimwit says I’ve turned my back on. And if I turned my back on it, how did I finish seventh overall at the 2009 NRA BPCR Silhouette National Championship? Heck, that was my best ever finish.

Perhaps the most absurd complaint in that note is about that photo of me wearing a too small German helmet while cradling a World War II vintage German MP40 submachine gun. And I might add, while also wearing a Hawaiian shirt. Wake up, Ding-Dong! It was a clown photo. It was meant for laughs. If you didn’t laugh at that one, you’ve got your buttocks pinched way too tight, and there’s gotta’ be something wrong with you.

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