If I lived back in the Wild West days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like, "Hey look. He's carrying a soldering iron!" and started laughing, I could just say, "That's right, it's the soldering of justice."
Then everybody would get real quit and ashamed, because they made fun of the soldering iron of justice, and I could probably hit them up for a free drink.
JH