A woman triggered by a man wearing a pro-gun, pro-Second Amendment t-shirt, as he played with his kids at a park in Texas, called the gun-toting police to presumably shackle that bastard and take him away. No word on if she’s still wondering why people like us call people like her “delicate snowflakes” in desperate need of a psyche evaluation. Or long jog up a hill.
Johnston said he was openly carrying his handgun in a holster on his hip, and was also sporting a Warrior 12 shirt emblazoned with the words, “I’LL CONTROL MY GUNS, YOU CONTROL YOUR KIDS” across the back.
The shirt also featured an image of an AR-15 rifle.
In case you weren’t feeling the need to click that link, here’s the trigging attire in question:
Here’s the kicker. Our precious snowflake whose tiny brains were liquifying in her mind, dripping out of her ears, wasn’t bothered by the gun the man had strapped to his hip. No, the written words on the above t-shirt had her aquiver with fearful rage:
The woman told police she was not worried about the gun – which officers noted was located on Johnston’s hip, consistent with the information he provided to Blue Lives Matter.
“She was not scared of the gun,” Cpl. Reese said. “[She] was concerned about his t-shirt.”
The woman was more upset over this man exercising his First Amendment right, in this case showing his support for guns and decent parenting, than she was with him exercising his Second Amendment right. More bothered by words written on an article of clothing than by the weapon.
By the way, the police did nothing, as no law was broken. Except the laws of basic humanity, which this woman cannot abide by.
In case it wasn’t made clear by the Constitution, Declaration of Independence, or Bill of Rights, no one has the right to be “unoffended.” Even if someone indirectly makes you feel like a crappy parent. There is no right to “feel comfortable.” I can’t just call the cops whenever someone’s clothing offends me. Unless you’re at the beach or yoga studio, men shouldn’t wear flip-flops. Or tank-tops. Change my mind. But I don’t call 5-0 to report “this man’s choice of slobby style offends my sensibilities.” I’d probably call a lot.
Idea: if a person’s shirt is triggering you into oblivion, don’t look at it.