When the Glock first came out, people were skeptical. There were some who went so far as to say it won’t survive even a short time. They said that no military, law-enforcement department, or government agency will want to purchase a “plastic gun” to use as a service side arm or backup gun.
Well, long story short, they were wrong. They were off by a lot. I mean, a lot. Glock is one of the best-known firearms manufacturers in the world, and Gaston Glock himself is still alive and kicking. So, there will always be naysayers and enemies. You need to stick to your guns – quite literally, in this case – even when there are those who rise up against you.
Glock continued their search for perfection, and it was not long before other countries, not just Austria, took notice of this gun and began making plans to purchase it. The Glock 17, which is the original full size 9mm pistol, has since undergone a few changes. There are several generations of Glocks available, each with its own differences and advantages. There is a reason why many first timers go with a Glock. It is easy to handle, easy to maintain, and easy to carry. If you are looking for a first-time gun, this is certainly one to consider.
There will always be those who claim you should not go with a polymer gun, but instead buy a metal frame. There are plenty of great guns which are metal, and they are indeed heavier, but they have a more substantiated and glorious tradition behind the. When you pick up something like a SIG Sauer, you know that you are getting something really good. THIS is a gun. Right? Well, maybe. Some still say Glock is a plastic gun, and that it is not worth the money.
Give peace a chance is an age old adage we constantly scream at rallies and other such events but why do we never achieve it? I tend to think the reason we don’t is because we humans don’t realize that good ideas change policy, weapons do and in particular guns and shotguns. Look at any army and they will be armed not with flowers but with AK47’s and M16’s. These two rifles are staples of militaries around the world. The purpose of these militaries is to keep the piece. The more leaders realize the futility of our existence the more they want to try to control the inevitable. What I mean to say is that they hoard ammunition and shotguns for the expressed goal of having power, power which is really inconsequential in the grand scheme of things but makes these leaders of the free world feel better about their existence.
I myself got into all this mess when I enlisted into the US Army. I was a fresh faced 18 year old high school graduate that wanted to see the world and help where I could. It was just my luck that 9/11 occurred and we decided to invade Iraq and Afghanistan. So after boot camp and learning how to shoot a rifle I was sent on a plane to the Middle East, a place so foreign to me that I would joke about things I didn’t understand. I knew my training and was ready for anything that may have happened. The truth is more boring that fiction. You get stationed on guard duty holding your M16 which you can learn about on Gunivore.com and you sit there waiting for something to happen. As a young gun I was hoping something would happen and really it never did. Now that I am older I can solemnly say I am happy nothing did. I have friends who got injured and even killed in action and frankly it makes me sad to think about and makes me wonder what could have been.
When I got home from service I decided to go to college for political science. I wanted to understand the nature of politics and how it spells out the world we live in. It is a complicated mess of relationships and shit eating grins that allow the world to work in the way that it does. It is a power play and the ultimate game of chess. It involves savvy and know-how and more importantly it involves fire power in the form of cannons and tanks and handguns and rifles. It is fear that allows things to take control and there is not much one can do about it. So I have tried my best to help where I can and try to improve the world I live in. It is small steps towards a larger goal. Every day I wake up and wonder what the day will bring. Sometimes I know because I schedule other times it is up in the air.
The Glock 19 gen 4 is an excellent gun. How excellent, you ask? Well, buckle up because I’m going to tell you a fascinating story about how I came to become one of the proudest Glock 19 gen 4 (Reviewed By Gunivore) owners you will ever meet! It all started when I woke up inside of the trunk of my landlords car. See, I was several months late on rent, and additionally I had been “shacking up” with the landlords daughter – not a recipe for a good landlord-client relationship if you ask me! Anyways, I woke up inside of his car and I smelled lighter fluid and cement. I realized that the landlord was planning on burning me to death before covering me in cement and letting me sink to the bottom of the Riverdale River!
Now, this was not something I wanted to have to experience. I enjoy living, and the thought of dying is an unpleasant one, particularly if it was going to be such an unpleasant death. Now, imagine yourself in my predicament – waking up inside of the trunk of a moving vehicle, knowing what fate awaited you. How terrifying! I did the only thing that I could think of – I began praying to the magic pirate space monkey that I workship named Zhu Zhu. A friend of many years, Zhu Zhu has helped me out of many predicaments. I remember once, Zhu Zhu convinced me that I should begin running an illegal amphetamine selling business out of my mom’s basement, and it turned out that the business was a great success! Now, back to our story. Where was I again? Oh yeah, I had begun praying to Zhu Zhu. Well, Zhu Zhu appeared to me instantly, wearing his trademark sweater vest and matching accompanying fez. “Zhu Zhu!” I exclaimed, “please help me escape from the trunk of my landlords car!”. “My sweet child,” Zhu Zhu said, “not only will I help you escape from your landlords trunk, I will help you avoid any situations like this in the future.” Zhu Zhu banged his magical golden cymbals three times, and I instantly felt a Glock 19 gen 4 materialize in my hand out of thin air! At this point Zhu Zhu said, “brace yourself, it’s going to be a bumpy ride!”
I felt the car leave the ground and begin whirling through the air at an intense speed. I heard a crash and fading scream as my landlord went flying through the windshield at 100 mph. He died mid-flight as the shock gave him a massive heart attack, but his body ended up splattered across the frontside of a Dunkin Donuts establishment. The car stopped in an abandon alley. I heard Zhu Zhu vanish, heard the trunk of the car unlock, and helped myself out of the car, the proud owner of a Glock 19 gen 4! I fired the gun in the air in triumphant celebration several times before I headed home, with no landlord to bother me any longer and his daughter awaiting me. Zhu Zhu had saved me once again.