I own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.
๐๐ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ซ๐ป๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป, ๐ ๐๐ป๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐น ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฌ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ต๐. ๐๐ฝ ๐ช๐น๐น๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ช๐ท๐ ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ฝ