Ravenwood - 08/03/05 07:00 AM
Charles Madigan writes for the Chicago Tribune that he had to wait for his mother to die before he could get her gun away from her. He talks about trying to get her to give up her ".32-caliber Miami-made Saturday night special" (racist overtones be damned). It was her only means of protection, but Madigan didn't care. He'd rather her be helpless against an attacker because he thinks guns are inherently evil and bad, even in the hands of his own mother.
When his mom died, he called his sisters and told them to stay away until he could retrieve the evil rod.
It was cocked and loaded and packed in a Portage National Bank change bag and buried at the bottom of a cedar chest under lots of potpourri. Quite an incongruity, a pistol and potpourri. But there you were. She made a bad choice, and it was just waiting there to kill someone.This was such a ridiculously bad pistol that, after I had found it and released the hammer, I had to dismantle it to get the bullets out of the chambers. There were three .32-caliber rounds and two blanks. My assumption was she thought she might scare someone with the blanks, and if that didn't work, she'd just shoot them. I called the local cops and said I had a gun I wanted to give up, but they didn't want it.
So I went to a gun dealer in Hollidaysburg, Pa., and sold it to him for $10. He said someone might use it for sculpture or something, because you certainly wouldn't want to try to fire it.
Category: Cold Dead Hands
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chambers?
What was it, a double-barrel .32? That sounds pretty cool.
Too bad he didn't just throw away the loose parts after he "had to dismantle it to get the bullets out of the chambers". Instead he sold it to a gun dealer, from whom the gun will undoubtedly escape and shoot someone.
I guess he really needed the $10.
Posted by: roger at August 3, 2005 7:16 AMI especially love the part belittling his mother's understanding of guns and ability to use one. Not that he could have tried to educate her on the use and ensure she new how to be safe with the weapon.
Bloody moron.
Posted by: Nylarthotep at August 3, 2005 7:57 AM"...and it was just waiting there to kill someone."
He must be quick...to sneak up on a waiting gun like that...
Posted by: MMW at August 3, 2005 8:37 AMFortunately, the potpourri held it down and kept it from popping out of the cedar chest like a DEADLY JACK IN THE BOX, spraying lead and wads all over the room and probably killing the grandchildren!.
Perhaps we should all have some strong potpourri for home defense.
Posted by: Brian J. at August 3, 2005 9:29 AMI'm far more worried about obsessive idiots who apparently have all of their waking hours consumed by worry over a pound of metal owned by someone else.
Scary.
I think he's lying Jason Blair style. Needed a story....made it up.
Posted by: Sgt Fluffy at August 3, 2005 12:54 PMThis is all so psychologically compelling...He can't stand for his mother to be empowered, fears a remotely phallic object having the power of self-animation, feels compelled to shield his siblings from the evil death-squirting hand-penis...
Perhaps the blanks in the weapon are a reminder of what our hero's Papa was shootin' when he was concieved: All bang and no load.
Someone should find out what pawn shop he sold it to in Hollidaysburg PA, and try to buy it and test it out. I bet it works fine.
If it works, give it to your own Mom for mother's day.
But, I agree with the good sgt. Madigan's probably lying.
Posted by: john jay at August 3, 2005 9:53 PMWith luck it was a Colt 1st model 2" PP or maybe a Smith "Banker's Special", and the dealer recognized an as****e of high order. So he offered madigan what madigan felt it was worth, belonging to his mother and all...
Posted by: emdfl at August 4, 2005 5:24 AM'Waiting for his mother to die'
Why do I picture this asshole(almost called him a motherfucker) as a huge ugly vulture sitting on the bedhead.
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