Wait...I get it now. By busting out a desert eagle, a Rambo-ass knife and a five-pound bag of jerky I can finally put an end to all those "man purse" comments...sweet.
(In all seriousness, my grandfather was also a responsible, concealed-weapon-permit-holding, NRA-loving gun enthusiast...that is, until my uncle broke into his gun cabinet, removed the trigger lock from a 9mm and killed himself. In one day, my grandfather's lifelong stance on gun rights changed, as he realized that the theories he so passionately preached don't always work out in practice.)