Relevance of that first sentence, please.

Okay, I don't know squat about munitions.  Took a NRA course at the YMCA when I was a kid, shot a little skeet, blew off a few rounds with my dad's service revolver, haven't touched a gun in at least 40 years.

So you're saying we'd be better off if we armed the populace with sledge hammers?  The National Hammer Association could give "Thor" lessons?

Story time:

I was having breakfast in a well-known grocery chain on the coast, reading about this story when a man came through the door with a couple of tykes in tow, the girl tormenting her little brother playfully like a good big sister should.  Dad looked to be a typical Joe 6-pack, jeans, T-shirt, baseball cap (brim forward) and a pistol in a holster. In 62 years of living I had never seen this, and it got me to thinking about my kid, and how I was glad she was safely off in another state at the moment.

I wouldn't want her to be the one to accidentally drop a light bulb in aisle seven.