Look it up in the dictionary and there'll be a picture of me or someone like me.
I have this Glock 27. Little sweetheart of a .40 caliber that has had the action worked so often it's as smooth as wet ice on wet ice. And any semi-auto with a 3.46" barrel that can put 9 shots into something you could cover with a softball at 30 feet is more than decent for a carry piece. So now that the thing is wrung out to perfection, now I'm not wanting to fool with it, least it gets unwrung. Sometimes it sucks being a Marine.
Anyway, hitting a softball...which is the approximate size of a human heart... from 10 yards out is more than enough accuracy for a get-thee-to-the-morgue persuasion enhancement device, one each.
But as a caveat I feel it important to warn you that not ALL human hearts are the same. Ted Kennedy or the RodHam gets into your messkit and now we're talking about having to hit something the size of a gnats ass, so on the off chance you might have your health and dental record threatened by a moonbat, best to pack a backup gun with a tad more accuracy. Get in the way of Teddy's beer or a dead drowned girl and you might very well need a good shooter, and don't even make me go there as far as RodHam and a cheescake. Or a Victoria's Secret model.
PS: The Glock is of course the smaller black gun beneath the GP-100. Have Hogue rubber grips on the GP now because rapidfire with fullhouse .357 loads is a tad easier with them as opposed to stock. They switch over easily enough, and if I feel like packing magnum heat I just slide the smaller factory furniture on and look ma, no printing.
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