The Art of Manliness (my go-to place for classic wisdom on the Web) recent posted 20 aphorisms, abhored (or ignored) in youth, but appreciated as I got older. (Sometimes)
An aphorism is a short, pithy statement that conveys a principle or contains a pearl of wisdom. Part of what makes them so powerful is that they can stand on their own without context; as the philologist Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel put it, “An aphorism ought to be entirely isolated from the surrounding world like a little work of art and complete in itself like a hedgehog.”
Here is one. CLICK on it to link to the remaining 19.
Keads wrote on FB regarding a potential student, whose wife did not want a gun in the house, wanting his tutelege. The prospective student thought one hour of training might suffice!
I was reminded both of potential shooting students, and of private investigation clients.
I had shooting students who didn’t think their spouse would let them purchase a firearm. And those who already had a number of them, and also bad habits that needed unravelling. Many of my students were gratis, as I felt it was my duty to teach (and, at the time I could afford to do it that way!)
But, when I was a private investigator (cue walking bass music here) I was trying to eke out a living, and as such was not always as discriminatory as I would have liked. When the phone bill’s due, and you promised the wife the PI biz would float on it’s own, you took whatever came your way.
Ah, there’s the rub!
Fortunately, Keads had other information come his way. Like the potential student thought ONE HOUR of instruction would be sufficient to complete his training – thus his decision was made for him. Sorry, Charlie! (I suspect there’s a liability component here, as well.)
Sadly, when it came to P.I. clients, I pretty much was a slave to the almighty dollar. Was I an expert in electronic debugging? No, but I was able to borrow the equipment and comport myself well enough to make a few dollars – carefully explaining I was only as good as the equipment was.
Fortunately, that wasn’t my P.I. bread-and-butter. Those were locating persons (usually skip-traces) and domestic cases. At least locations were for insurance adjusters, which meant repeat business. Domestics? Hardly. Cheated on wives and girlfriends are tough to get money from.
I would think shooting students who messed up would have a liability component, as well!
Watch your back, Jack (or Jane)!
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American Mercenary recent wrote regarding the loss of a formerly close Internet friend, or two.
As I’ve been musing about the subject of ‘friends’ he got my attention.
It seems I thought for some time that if one has a friend, one has that friend for life. The concept of ‘unfriending’ someone with whom you have a disagreement seemed a foreign concept. I held my friends close.
In my mind.
But, I was wrong in my belief. I needed to hold my friends, not in my mind, but in my heart.
Over the years, I’ve lost many friends, usually through attrition. Someone moves into a different social circle, or geographic region. Or changes jobs. And the contacts are broken. Stuff happens.
But it’s only been in recent years that I’ve begun to recognize my actions have taken their toll. Taking advantage, contacting them only when it was advantageous to me. Not holding up my half of the friendship. Not being a friend.
Essentially, being an a$$40le!
And this has cost me, dearly. At least three close friends in the past 15 years. And, this doesn’t even include the other losses. Like Mark Bell, who passed away suddenly. Or special friends – lovers.
I’ve atoned for my sins, but that’s not enough. I need to continue to be a friend to my friends. Lest I lose any more.
If you read this blog, you know I always ask you to tell your children and loved ones how you feel. Include your friends. Because you never know.
Learn from my errors – cherish your friends, now.
I’ve known and trained with some fine people. Shot socially with others, and heard others speak. Read even more works of other trainers and shooters.
They are (were) all people, and as such all had foibles. They were human.
I could list some of the foibles:
Retain men (and women) for their skills in training you. If you cannot get past an ego or personality (or an error in judgement), go elsewhere.
I’m a pretty liberal guy. In the classical sense, not the liberal = progressive = socialist = communist sense. As a libertarian, I think adults should be able to make their own lives; their own decisions…
As long as doing so doesn’t affect others, negatively.
You wanna smoke weed? In your own home? As long as it doesn’t waft into my back yard, it’s okay with me. You want to marry three other adults? Change your State law and have at it. Just remember how complex (and costly) the divorcing of two of them will be!
But, I draw the line at abusing children. Yes, you should be able to raise your children as you see fit, and perhaps one or two smacks on the bottom to get their attention might be necessary. When they are four. But, not when they’re 18, or nude, or with the use of a studded belt. That’s beyond the pale, for me.
Speaking of abusing children:
PS – Why does NAMBLA still exist? The North American Man Boy Love Association promotes sexually abusing children. Why hasn’t your government used RICO to shut them down and absorb their funds? And imprison the miscreants. Certainly a continuing criminal enterprise?
I know a guy who works in a gun store. He’s worked there many years, sold many guns, and carries. He’s punched many paper targets, and collected many firearms. He’s especially fond of Browning High Powers and Vietnamese food. And he’s a really good guy, honest to a fault and direct. I like him alot.
But, I don’t have any idea how much actual practical firearms training he’s had, or if he’s even considered mindset.
One day a few years back, he walked up the stripmall from the gun store to the liquor store at the end. The guys stop in there often for sodas and goodies. It’s owned (or was) by an Iraqi who loves Americans – he and his family escaped one of Chemical Ali’s purges and just got out with their lives.
My friend entered the store, and there were two guys at the register. Holding guns on the clerk. One turned to face him. He told me time stops – I’m certain it does.
Then, the guy shot my friend in the face. And they escaped unharmed. Last I heard they remain ‘at large’.
The good news is it was a single .410 shotgun round, and it struck him square on the chin. Lower, and his trachea and carotid arteries might have been hit. Higher, his eyes. The shot hit him square on the chin and spread like a Y up his jaw.
He never even cleared leather. And he continues to pick shot out of his face on a regular basis. And it’s been years. He knows how fortunate he is.
The point is mindset. Do YOU have it? Have you, as a lawful-firearms-carrying-citizen already made the decision you are going to survive and engage, to stop the bad guys?
To take a life if necessary?
When the bad guys turn and face you it
might will be too late to start mulling over that all-important decision.
Decide right now. Be pro-active. Then practice, drill, and remember your moral commitment.
Set your mind in advance. The next guys might have better aim.
Brigid reminds us often of the love, responsibility and loss we acknowledge in our lives. Recently, her friend Vic @ Monkeywrangler had to put down her beloved dog Charlie.
I was never allowed pets as a child. For many years, I believed it was because my parents didn’t trust me with that responsibility. Later I found out my Dad had both a dog and a cat in his teen years. And they died. And it was he who couldn’t bear that pain, again.
Once I was out of college and had my own place, I more of less by default acquired a cat, a black longhair with yellow eyes. Partly feral. Beelzebub. The moniker seemed appropriate. She would sleep on my chest and upon my awakening bat at my eyes with her claws out! Guess it was time to get up. The landlord had told me no dogs. He saw the cat and amended his statement to include cats. Bastard! To the so-called Humane Society she went. I’d no other choice at the time.
It was years later when I met my future wife I learned she had a kind of chi-weenie. Lady Eowyn. She was very timid, and didn’t like me, and ran away. Then we got a Spitz (Nessie) and a knee-height brown shorthair mix (Ilsa). And a Calico shorthair cat (Gracie). And some kind of special Siamese with a tabby skeletal structure (Bear). They all left this World in various ways: disease, fights, old age.
And this process about killed me. Each time. I now know something of what my Dad must have felt. Our pets were not working animals; they were part of the family.
Now, living with my exgf, and her three Chihuahuas and black long-haired cat, I know this will happen again. I was here before when another cat passed away. And the old lady dog is 18 1/2 years old!! Blind, deaf, no teeth. But in no pain and a real sweetheart. And the two other dogs are 14.
I’m constantly reminding you to love the people in your lives. Love your animals, as well. Do it now.
Because you never know.
Being disabled, not a man of means and spending much of my day on the Internet sometimes gets me to whining. The state of the Nation, our rights being systematically eroded, yatta, yatta. And me with my own petty health issues – which I won’t detail here.
But here’s a kid who has his whole life ahead of him. And his dad will shave off his ubiquitous (since high school) mustache to raise $500. $500 for his son’s care.
$500! Are you kidding me?
I can’t afford to contribute, but you can do so here or at MSgtB’s site above. Let’s see if we can make it $5000!
h/t A Girl, MSgtB
The Ultimate Answer to Kings brings to us a discussion regarding what many of us thought was a non-issue: different genders (or the gender-confused) using the wrong public toilet.
Raise your hand if you never drowsily wandered into the wrong bathroom in a public building. Personally I consider the embarrassment to be punishment enough, but some politicians don’t agree.
SB 1432 would make it illegal to enter a bathroom if signage indicates it is exclusively for the opposite sex. Authorities could charge violators with a Class 1 misdemeanor, punishable by a $2,500 fine and up to six months in jail.
Of course I’m misstating the purpose of this bill, which has nothing to do with criminalizing a lack of situational awareness and everything to do with making, er, gender mismanagement a matter of public concern.
I personally don’t think it’s the government’s business. If a crime is involved (lewdness, rape, assault, child molestation) then certainly it becomes the government’s business. Otherwise, they’ve enough to contend with. And they’re already in our computers, cell phones, automobiles, bodies and bedrooms. I’m drawing the line at JBTs getting a warrant to check my underwear! (Although they already do it warrantless at the airport – sigh).
Many of my liberal friends cheered when the Phoenix City Council recently passed an ordinance guaranteeing non-interference with transgender and other folks who utilize the public restroom labeled with the gender they most identify. An anonymous commenter on Joel’s blog succinctly addresses the actual issue of Puritanical-Victorian America with the statement below:
There are lots of first and second world countries that have unisex public restrooms. They don’t seem to suffer for it.
Amen. Perhaps we Americans need to simply grow up.
+1 on Mr (or Ms.) AnonymousThis just in – rumor has it SB 1432 has been withdrawn or tabled, but I’ve not been able to confirms this – Guffaw