I was working in a gun store when that ridiculous agreement went down. The full impact of it on a small to midsize dealer, if adhered to, would put him out of business. I was absolutely incensed at the arrogance of a company that says, in effect, "If you wish to keep selling our product, you must stop selling what we tell you to stop selling and then conduct all of your business as follows from then on."
I really liked their guns, both pistols and revolvers; I felt betrayed. The store owner called that day to arrange for someone to come fetch their "Licensed Dealer" signage and paraphernalia, ending over a decade of mutually profitable association.
That very first night, I posted my feelings on it at GlockTalk, and edited my sig line to show that I was now a member of "Club .40 *&*", making an angry promise to myself that I'd not wear any of my clothes or hats with their logo or so much as type their name again until I could once again walk into a store with my head high and order a fine new gun from a company that dared to stand for what was right.
Since then, I've missed my favorite ball cap, not to mention one of the nicer jackets I own. I have noticed that the "S" key and the "W" key are a lot more convenient than the "*" key. Maybe it was a silly promise. Maybe a childish one. But I still can't order a new handgun from a company that I cherish.
And I still keep my promises.
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"..but never ever Fear. Fear is for the enemy. Fear and Bullets."
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