Munk:
As a fellow NRA member, let me subject you to two amusing (at least to me) UK/NRA stories.
The first one was at a '70s-themed party a couple of years back. I used to run with a group that included a bunch of expat Scots. One of them had two of her brothers visiting from Glasgow.
At one point, I got to talking to the brothers. The elder was going on about how lousy the U.S. was. "You waste all of your money on the military, have no social welfare system, horrible schools and allow your people to own guns" (or something to that effect, spoken in a thick-as-molasses burr). The younger was chiming-in in agreement.
Anyway, older-bro then asked me how I could allow an "ultra-right wing, neo-fascist organization like the NRA" to exist in my country. I smiled and said that I didn't know. I then pulled out my wallet, reached inside, and displayed my NRA membership card.
In an instant, older-bro grabbed younger-bro. I was then treated to the sight of two pale-blue men in disco-era drag bolting from the room. Literally. (A few days later, their sister apologized to me. She said that older-bro was afraid that I was going to draw on the spot and throw-down on his sorry posterior.)
Number two involves my fiancee. One night, long before she became my fiancee, I offered to drive her home from a party at a mutual friend's house. I'd known her casually for a couple of years, and decided this would be a good chance for a one-on-one chat. Anyway, we started comparing life in the UK with life in the USA. She brought up firearms, and I mentioned that I owned a number of rifles, plus the odd hand-gun.
She got quiet. Then she said "at least you don't belong to the NRA, right?" Knowing the effect that NRA membership seemed to have on the denizens of the United Kingdom, I looked straight into her eyes and asked her if she'd like to see my membership card. I had stopped the car at this point, as we'd come to her apartment building. True to form, she jumped out and ran - not walked - to the door.
In her favor, she called me two days later to apologize. Since then, she has learned to shoot a good K-22 on the NRA range in Fairfax, VA.
S.