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.
๐๐ป๐ธ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ๐ช๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ต๐ต. ๐๐ฝ ๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป๐ถ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ซ๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ช ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ป๐ฎ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฟ๐ฎ, ๐ฏ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฝ ๐ท๐ธ๐ฝ, ๐ฌ๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐๐ช๐ ๐ผ๐ธ๐ธ๐ท.