So here I am, a gun guy, watching the panic spread prior to any of us finding out for sure what's going to happen with the upcoming gun restrictions. I'm watching AR platform prices skyrocket, hi-cap magazine prices become ridiculous, and ammunition prices following suite, with a genuine sense of awe. The truth of the matter is, some insane ******* who figured he'd make himself famous by slaughtering a mess of elementary school kids has become the finest firearm salesman America has ever seen. Really, the firearms industry has never in it's entire history found a more prolific catalyst for revenue generation than this young man. Don't take my word for it, go to your local gun store and see for yourself. I'm not here preaching the evils of what's going on, believe that, I'm as culpable as anyone. The fact is I'm not a black gun guy. I like classic firearms and well built handguns. I like to shoot at paper and steel with classic guns, and I love to hunt. I also like to develop home rolled loads for all of my firearms, and fine tune them to put bullets exactly where I want them to go. I practice. And, I carry a firearm daily to protect my family and to ensure I come home every night. Access to black guns is essential for American civilians, as well as for the military. I get that. They are what protect us from our own government, and I would never begrudge any law abiding citizen from owning one. Don't think for a second that I'm here rattling the anti-gun sabre. What's interesting is, I have never wanted an AR, or anything like it. I have never gone into a gun shop and wanted to plunk my hard earned cash down for a black gun in my life. Like I said, I love the classics but truly appreciate the black gun and understand why it has such a following. In the days after that horrific shooting, I saw, like so many others, the writing on the wall. Soon, we'll not be able to buy black guns as we know them now. And, suddenly, I had to have one. The reaction I had was visceral. It was a driving need to own an AR platform. I flung my safe open and contemplated which firearms would head to the chopping block to make room for my new black gun. I even considered selling guns that have been with me for a long time. I mean a very long time. For about a week I had the same drive to get my hands on an AR. Then, I had a come to Jesus meeting with myself. The brutal truth was I never wanted an AR. The reason I needed one so badly was because of the prospect of never being able to purchase one in the future. That's not a good enough reason, for me, to part with trusty steel friends I've known for so long. I know that I can protect myself and the people I love with what I have. In fact I've done just that. So, I'm going to take a deep breath. And I'm going to watch what's about to unfold. And, I'm not going to be a part of the reaction this little boy was so hoping for just prior to his demise.