Not too long ago, I posted the following; it concerned Glocks specifically, but was intended to encompass all striker fired polymer guns:
"Consider the man who carries a 1911. He radiates aplomb as he strides through the city. His eye is intrepid, his gait cocksure, his countenance censorious. He need not fight; youthful gangsters feel his presence in their bones a block away.
"Now consider the man who chooses to carry a firearm that more closely resembles an iPhone than it does one of John Moses Browning's noble creations. Does he move among the thugs with the same dash?"
I was wrong. I was wedded to the old and living in the past. I have changed my position. The 1911 is now sitting on the shelf in the gun cabinet. On the hip is an M&P 9mm, in all its polymer glory. I have joined the modern world; late to the party, perhaps, but there nonetheless. The gun I trust my life to in the Big City is indeed polymer and striker-fired.
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