Well, I can't say that National Geographic didn't warn me that we were going to have Chamber of Commerce weather this weekend. It's supposed to be in the low sixties tomorrow; splendid weather for a trip to the range.
I could probably hie myself to MCF&G this week, too, and get the FACOG atop the M&P15-22 dialed in like I've been meaning to do for a bleedin' year now.
Caleb had a post up recently about the deuce-deuce M&P carbine as a defensive choice, which was interesting in that I had recently been musing that in a situation like that faced by the Korean shopkeepers in the '92 Los Angeles riots*, I'd hand my neighbor the .22 AR as a spare long gun without a qualm.
It looks scary and makes noise, which is important because the most important use of long guns in those scenarios was as a deterrent and, push-come-to-shove, it's a lot easier for a novice to operate and make hits with than any of the other spare long guns I have lying around. The thought of a marginally-trained person not much over five feet tall wrestling with a Garand or Mosin M44 on short notice is daunting; by comparison, a dot-sighted rimfire AR is practically an iGun.
*Laugh if you want, since there hasn't been an honest-to-gawd burning overturned cop cars in the streets riot within ten blocks of where I'm sitting in about fifteen years.