BUT CAN YOU FIGHT? Leftists say ‘We’ve got guns too’ But have you trained?

At Guns Save Life, we’re all about defending your right to defend yourself…

Lawfully, of course.

Because let’s be real: the law doesn’t afford for “self-defense” claims when you’re the one breaking into someone’s house at 2 a.m. Picture this—homeowner lights up the intruder like a Christmas tree, intruder squeezes off a few panicked rounds in reply, then tries to play the victim card in court: “Your Honor, he was shooting at me! It was self-defense!”

Judge: “Sir, you were literally climbing through a broken window with a crowbar. Guilty.  Next case.”

Same energy applies to the street philosopher who decides resisting federal agents with fists (or worse) is “justified” because the arrest feels icky. Pro tip, comrade: the sidewalk isn’t your courtroom, and “but I disagree with the law!” isn’t a legal defense. Save the filibuster for actual federal court, not the side of I-55 while Mr. Officer tells you to turn around and submit to arrest.

Yet somehow, a solid chunk of the left proudly flexes their own gun ownership as the ultimate “equalizer” against the endless parade of people they label Nazis, fascists, -phobes, and -ists.

Cool story, bro.

Using a firearm in self-defense is less about pulling the trigger and more about knowing when it’s legal to even present the firearm.  And once you engage, you better know what the heck you’re doing.  And if we’re being brutally honest, a whole lot of keyboard cowboys don’t know poop from shinola when it comes to fighting with their guns.

Important lesson:

When your career in color guard doesn’t work out, never stop flagging if you really believe in yourself! pic.twitter.com/me3vhJSxQL

— Dr. Napervillain Bunny (@Type07Safety) December 3, 2025

Picture this: Your buddy who hates ICE and anyone who supports ICE or voted for Donald Trump — let’s call him “Mr. I-Have-a-Gun-And-I-Know-How-To-Use-It”— drops that line like it’s a magic chant.  Sure, he owns firearms. He can probably load his gun on a nice, calm square range, point towards the target and make the gun go “pew.”

Ask him when the last time he actually shot his GAT?  Crickets. “Too busy.” “Work’s crazy.”

Training?  LOL.

Fast-forward to now: The unhinged wing of the left isn’t just waving signs anymore—they’re channeling their inner action-movie villain. Charlie Kirk wasn’t some random dude; he was a communicator who rattled cages. And for that, he got a sniper’s bullet through the neck on a college stage in broad daylight, September 2025. One shot, lights out. The killer? A 22-year-old who allegedly thought Kirk “spread too much hate.” Chilling. And the aftermath? Some corners of the internet lit up with pure, unfiltered glee—Halloween costumes mocking the blood, memes celebrating the hit. If that’s not a red-pill moment, nothing is.

Then the hits keep coming:

• A Massachusetts woman gets hauled in for straight-up threatening to smoke ICE and FBI agents. Judge lets her bond out with a stern finger-wag. Because nothing says “consequence” like a timeout.
• Some dude on video, frothing at the mouth, yelling at immigration officers: “Time to show up with guns and finish you off.” Classic escalation.
• Dana Loesch roasting another range warrior who thinks flexing a scoped rifle while dropping veiled threats against ICE and MAGA makes him look tough. Spoiler: It makes him look like a try-hard cosplaying menace.
• That viral bathroom clip of a woman “loading” her gun like she’s auditioning for a bad thriller—threats flying, then poof, she tries to delete it. (Internet: “Nice try, Karen. We saved that forever.”)
• And fresh off the press: Another “peaceful protester” busted, armed, openly posting “You can just kill them” about ICE agents.

Oh, and don’t forget Minneapolis—rioters cracking open an FBI agent’s vehicle like a piñata, smashing the gun locker, and walking off with at least one rifle and ammo. Because why not arm the mob with federal hardware?

Bad guys get guns. Always have. France banned military-style rifles; Islamic terrorists still mowed down Parisians in 2015 with select-fire AKs. Laws don’t stop evil—they just disarm the good guys who follow them.  Australia has a near-total ban on firearms, yet Muslim terrorists shot the heck out of a beach vacation destination for what, 20 minutes before police with guns showed up to neutralize the threat.

So where does that leave your average “reasonable” gun owner? Clinging to the fantasy that owning a piece and knowing which end the bullet comes out of makes you invincible? Newsflash: The deranged leftists waving guns in videos probably don’t know how to shoot a whole lot better than folks who voted Trump.

The first step to being able to fight with a gun is making your gun run properly.  Can you load it with your eyes closed?  Can you put rounds on target under pressure?

Got a gun that you haven’t shot and can’t make run well?  Big whoop.

Against those without guns, you’ll be the Big Man on Campus.  Against those who have learned the basics?  You’ll last seconds.  Been nice knowing you.  Those who have skills will cut you down like a knife through butter.  It’ll be a slaughter.

Or are you like this guy?  All kitted out like he’s Billy Badass.  Spent a ton of money on fancy, high-speed, low-drag gear.

See anything wrong?  He clearly didn’t.

Hint:  His scope’s on backwards.  (And he really should close his dust cover.)  That ought to give you an idea of the last time he shot his rifle (or sighted it in).

That Pretti guy had a gun.  He packed a fancy, custom SIG P320 with a cool-dude red-dot sight.  Pretti the RN showed up to harass and obstruct federal agents.  And when he crossed a line and they decided to arrest him, what did Mr. Pretti do?

Well, all he had was a hammer and everything looked like a nail.  He tried to draw down on them as he was getting arresticated.

Speaking of nails, those superbly-trained federal agents nailed him DRT.  All for what?  An illegal alien who liked to beat his girlfriend?  Doesn’t sound like a good trade for your life, Pretti.

Dumbass.

If you draw down on federal agents, you too can ride in the car and have a sing-along…

Story time along the same lines:  Maybe ten or fifteen years ago I took a force-on-force class in the suburbs.  The students came from a wide array of backgrounds, and three or four of Chicago SWAT guys.  They were all squared away.  I handle a gun pretty well, but against a team well-versed in tactics and extensive training?  I considered myself darn lucky I got one of them before the rest of them lit me up like a Christmas Tree.  I looked like I had chicken pox from all the welts.

They were upset one of their team took a face-shot.  I was awed by how well and quickly (and quietly) they navigated the dark urban terrain (and they didn’t even have night-vision gear).  If I hadn’t been well-concealed and still, I would’ve been shot instantly.

The real separator isn’t hardware or basic marksmanship—it’s fight. A gunfight isn’t a shooting contest; it’s a chaotic, heart-pounding, life-or-death brawl where both sides are packing. The chimp with a trigger finger can make noise. The fighter survives by mastering the fundamentals, making fewer mistakes, staying calm and collected under pressure (“I’ve done this before.  I’ve got this”), and having the mindset to flip the switch instantly from “nice guy” to “I will end the threat right now.”

Hint:  Mindset is more important than marksmanship.  Tactics is more important than trigger time. Training that simulates stress, movement, decision-making under fire—that’s what turns a shooter into a warrior.  Because when the first round pops off, excuses have a range of zero meters. The guy who trained realistically doesn’t freeze.  He acts suddenly, violently and efficiently.  Or as some say it, “he goes to work.”  The one who don’t know their guns and gear and didn’t train?  Well… good luck.

And let’s not sugarcoat the enemy: Some of your neighbors have swallowed the propaganda whole. They’ve been convinced that disagreeing politically = moral evil worthy of death. They cheer assassinations. They costume the gore.  They post kill lists.  That’s not fringe anymore—it’s emboldened.

No sane person wants this reality. We’d all rather grill burgers and argue over football. But wishing it away doesn’t make it vanish. Evil doesn’t take a day off.  Denial has no survival value.

So ask yourself the hard question: When the unhinged come knocking—armed, justified in their own twisted heads, and ready to act—do you just have a gun… or do you have the will, the skill, and the stomach to fight?  Can you fight through adverse conditions?

Megan can.  Can you?

Because if you choose not to train, you’ve already decided your fate.

Train like your life depends on it.  Because one day, it might.