No. Not what you are thinking. Literally. Here, they are.
When the gun grabbers and commies come to get my guns, they can have them.
Whatever murderous rage I feel towards my fellow man has long ago been covered over by the blood of Christ. I will choose to not go to my maker some day with my hands soaked in the blood of my brothers.
This is not to say that I will help them in any way. They will have to discover that I have guns and drive out to my house to get them. Then they will have to spend hours or days on an easter egg hunt looking for them, with no help from me. In fact, I will evade and decieve them at every turn. I will not kill just to preserve my property, any more than I would kill to prevent any other sort of tax collection.
Life is God-given. The lives of sheriffs, state police, and agents are every bit as precious to our creator as my own. My only cause to violence would be preservation of life. Nor may I resort to weasel-wording Solzhenitsyn, John Stuart Mills [edit: or Samuel Adams and Patrick Henry ] quotes. God is my judge. He will judge me fairly and I am rightly terrified of that accounting.
So. The rest of you go have fun storming the castle. Democracy in America had a good run. Maybe the next thing will be endurable.