My friend Borepatch recently brought up a primary technique in self-defense.
That of avoidance.
I remember being a callow youth, and one of my friends suggested (on multiple occasions) we visit a bar in a ‘bad part of town’ to start fights! To show how tough we were.
Now, my disability aside, when I was in my 20’s, I was thinner, faster, more imbued with testosterone, perhaps – but I wasn’t stupid.
And, I wasn’t tough. So I demurred.
Now, of course, life’s lessons have made me much slower, in more chronic pain, and less hormonal. I AM tougher, though. And maybe a little smarter.
Which brings me to my point.
I used to go ANYWHERE in The Valley. At any time. I was the real Travis Bickle. I don’t know if it was a death wish or stupidity, or simply ignorance.
NOW, I think “would I really want to be THERE, at that time, alone (or unarmed)?”
But these flash mobs and knockout squads aren’t just appearing in ‘the bad parts of town’. They are becoming ubiquitous. And, being disabled, I cannot just cross the street – quickly.
This is one reason I carry almost everywhere – and Condition Yellow is my code.
I can take care of myself, given the chance. I just hope I can see the opposition coming.
First, of course, the quintessential D*** NIXON. (for whom I did vote in 1972!)
Followed by all others.
Cases(s) in point…
We are ready to have our local primary. Here are three of the many candidates being promoted:
I’ve no idea what either of these gentlemen’s politics are, but am using them to promote my thesis – ALL POLITICIANS ARE D***S!
Even if they are named David or Susan…
Popular wisdom would say they are either strong and wise belying their years, due to years of verbal abuse about their names. Or they are borderline psychotics running for public office…
And, lest we forget…
An 83-year-old Houston woman has foiled a would-be robber by tossing a pot of boiling water on him.
McClendon, who’s lived in her home more than 50 years, tells Houston television station KTRK she wasn’t going to surrender. She fought off the intruder by grabbing a stick and tried to hit him.
And when that failed to dissuade the goblin, she grabbed a pot of boiling water off the stove and dumped it on him.
[Pauses for cheering to subside]
A gun is not a magic talisman. It is simply the most efficient tool with which one can defend one’s self from outside aggression.
h/t Jay G.
AMEN, Jay! Preparedness is largely mindset. Prepare to be a victim, become one.
Now watch, some I-love-government-control fool will propose regulating quantities of water above a certain temperature in households. Or at the very least suggest persons of a certain age not boil water because they are old, feeble and undoubtedly a danger to themselves.
I’ve always liked character actors. He is among one of my favorites, although I was only four when he passed away. Thank goodness for old film nights on TV, and VHS/DVD recordings!
Petrified Forest, Casablanca, The Caine Mutiny, The African Queen, Sabrina. The Big Sleep. If you’ve not seen these films (and many others) you’ve missed something.
He was politically incorrect before such a phrase existed. A smoker, drinker and brawler, although thin and 5’9″, he was married four times. The last time to Lauren Bacall, 24 years his junior. They had two children.
Lauren Bacall as ‘Slim’ to Bogie in To Have and Have Not:
“You know you don’t have to act with me, Steve. You don’t have to say anything, and you don’t have to do anything. Not a thing. Oh, maybe just whistle. You know how to whistle, don’t you, Steve? You just put your lips together and… blow.”
He died of esophageal cancer. His wife placed a gold whistle in his cremation urn. It reads, “If you need anything, just whistle.”
Senator Daniel Inouye, the longest serving U.S.Senator after the passing of Robert Byrd, died today.
While I disagreed with most of the man’s politics, he was indeed a true American hero.
His Medal of Honor citation:
Second Lieutenant Daniel K. Inouye distinguished himself by extraordinary heroism in action on 21 April 1945, in the vicinity of San Terenzo, Italy. While attacking a defended ridge guarding an important road junction, Second Lieutenant Inouye skillfully directed his platoon through a hail of automatic weapon and small arms fire, in a swift enveloping movement that resulted in the capture of an artillery and mortar post and brought his men to within 40 yards of the hostile force. Emplaced in bunkers and rock formations, the enemy halted the advance with crossfire from three machine guns. With complete disregard for his personal safety, Second Lieutenant Inouye crawled up the treacherous slope to within five yards of the nearest machine gun and hurled two grenades, destroying the emplacement. Before the enemy could retaliate, he stood up and neutralized a second machine gun nest. Although wounded by a sniper’s bullet, he continued to engage other hostile positions at close range until an exploding grenade shattered his right arm. Despite the intense pain, he refused evacuation and continued to direct his platoon until enemy resistance was broken and his men were again deployed in defensive positions. In the attack, 25 enemy soldiers were killed and eight others captured. By his gallant, aggressive tactics and by his indomitable leadership, Second Lieutenant Inouye enabled his platoon to advance through formidable resistance, and was instrumental in the capture of the ridge. Second Lieutenant Inouye’s extraordinary heroism and devotion to duty are in keeping with the highest traditions of military service and reflect great credit on him, his unit, and the United States Army.
He was a medical volunteer immediately after the Pearl Harbor attack, and enlisted in 1943, after the U.S. Army dropped it’s ban on Japanese-Americans. I remember seeing him on a late-night talk show (Tomorrow – Tom Snyder?) and he spoke of being 17 and looking skyward at the attacking planes flying over his home shaking his fist and saying, “God Damn Japs!”
h/t TinCan Assassin
The War on Guns alerts us to Mike’s recent health issues. David Codrea and Mike Vanderboegh continue to be at the forefront of the fight to keep our gun rights. And Mike has had some health ‘issues’ for some time now.
Please keep a good though, and if you are the prayer type, please feel free.
As David wrote:
Just spoke with Mike–they’ve given him meds to control the hiccups, which he says has “knocked me for a loop.” If they can keep that under control they can address areas damaged by the strokes–he anticipated being in the hospital at least a week. I asked him how Rosey is holding up and he said she’s doing OK.
Again, hold off on sending him emails or posting comments to Sipsey Street. You can send him well-wishing cards at either at P.O. Box 926, Pinson, AL 35126. or also through Trinity Medical Center. If you felt like enclosing a voluntary subscription or gift, I’m sure they could really use it.
And, of course, you can send prayers directly from where you are right exactly now.
I’ve recently become enamored with rules from the Nation’s past. If you recall, I posted about Gene Autry’s Rules for Cowboys the other day.
Much of the way our culture has evolved (devolved?) has been to pull us away from the values and knowledge we once held as values and knowledge FOR ALL. Now they’re largely though of as quaint or out-dated and unnecessary.
Their most recent essay is taken from Harper’s Magazine, 1931 !
(Although I assume in today’s world it applies to young women, as well)
he should learn how to:
- Handle firearms
- Speak in public
- Ride a horse
- Drive a car
- And speak at least one foreign language well
And many other things. Go to the link above and educate your young man. Or woman.
The Israelis, Jewish folk and freedom-loving people every where intone this phrase when referring to The Holocaust.
With regard to September 11, 2001, we should have the same exclamation, the same passion, the same outrage.
The same remembrance. All Americans.
While I remember many specifics from that day; what came out later regarding Flight 93 really resonates with me.
In similar circumstances, would I, a crippled, physically slow, older, overweight, guy – who hasn’t been in any kind of physical training or conditioning since 1986 – have the cojones to rush homicidal terrorists armed with sharp objects?
I’d like to think so. And I’d like to think I’m not alone. This is the American Spirit.
Americans are famous for going the extra mile, against the odds, to combat evil. Just ask any WWII, Korea or Vietnam veteran. Or veterans of the Iraq or Afghanistan wars. Or the cops and firefighters who voluntarily went in,when everyone else was leaving.
In addition, Better Wisdom and Pith, an opinion, courtesy of Roberta…
It bothers me when we give such criminals the dignity of soldiers; it bothers me when we’ve let them swipe a whole day from the calendar.
And it bothers me a lot when the lamestream media drape the day in deep black and use it to tell us we’ve got to bend ourselves to the State; that the State was attacked, and the State responded, and only the State can protect us from the awful scourge of superstitious goat-herders….
Take a moment today and remember. And commit again to the American Spirit.
h/t Roberta X
The Duck takes the macro approach – viewing it from the standpoint of relations between countries and the way the United States used to be thought of, versus the way they are viewed now.
Old NFO takes the more personal approach. His quote from the U.S. State Department:
Chief Diversity Officer John Robinson penned a column in the department’s latest edition of “State Magazine ” advising readers on some rather obscure Ps and Qs.
Chief Diversity Officer? Seriously?
Old NFO goes on to say:
You ‘really’ have to wonder if this is all these people have to do every day is sit around and think up crap like this… I realize it IS Foggy Bottom, the bastion of oh so social and politically connected Staties, who hate the military (and do everything they can to prevent military action), but come on… GET A LIFE!
Punctuated by The Duck:
America was once of the strongest brashest countries in the world, we said what we thought and meant what we said. If some podunk country messed with us we sent in gun boats and the Marines, and burned them down. The rest of the world learned not to mess around when it came to the United States, but shortly after we changed the name of the “War Dept” (as it likely offended some of the liberals), to the “Dept.Of Defense”, we also started adopting those warm fuzzies, adopting terms like compromise, worrying more about how we said something than what we were saying. (emphasis Guffaw)
Whether it’s more about the guy across the street, or across the World, we need to maintain our standards and integrity. And stand up for ourselves, both personally and as a country.
This doesn’t mean be a bully or a bigot. But recognize that we are judged by what we do, not just by what we say.
Calling the Fort Hood massacre ‘workplace violence’ instead of terrorism is an obscenity. The man was exclaiming “Allahu Akhbar!” while performing his murders. We’re too much in Condition White as a country, scouring the Rules of Engagement looking for loopholes instead of engaging.
Go to both links above and read. Then allow yourself to say Indian instead of Native American, and allow your country to use the word terrorist instead of criminal, when it’s appropriate.
Yeah, I know. I’m politically incorrect. So what?
I was looking for an old cartoon (from Playboy, 1970’s Buck Brown, I think). No luck with Google, Yahoo or Bing.
There’s a couple seated in a restaurant booth. The man has a fork sticking horizontally out of his nose.
The woman says, “You’re tough, Nick. I like a man who’s tough!”
The reason for this studious research was a link I found through Miss Cellania (always the best in twisted humor and trivia.)
She has a link entitled: Absurdly Hard to Kill (from Cracked.com).
Therein are stories of five persons with lives more abundant than most cats!
James Bowie is a 19th century American pioneer and frontier legend. The world-famous bowie knife is named after him — which is appropriate, as he was known to have a 9-inch hunting knife on him at all times, just in case. And with Bowie, those “just in case” situations came up a lot.
“That’s why I always wear my business tie.”
For instance, one day Bowie was serving as an aide to one of two opposing duelers. The actual duel was a pussyfooted thing that got resolved with a handshake. Naturally, this being the Wild West, the lack of Eastwoodian antics disappointed the audience, which promptly got rowdy and started breaking stuff. In the ruckus, Bowie was shot in the hip. Unfortunately for his random shooter, Bowie saw where the shot had come from and instantly launched himself at the man.
Panicked at the frontier hellbeast charging at him, the shooter emptied his gun at Bowie, hitting him three times. He then bashed the still-attacking Bowie on the head with the gun itself. This finally took Bowie to his knees … temporarily.
Just long enough for him to remember that he was a T-1000.
Seeing Bowie down, the nearby Major Norris Wright (an old rival of Bowie’s, who once got into a fistfight with him after denying Bowie a bank loan) saw his chance to rid the planet of Bowie once and for all. He fired, but missed. The wounded Bowie noticed, shot back and hit Wright. This is when Wright, who we were totally picturing as Dick Dastardly even without this next part, drew his cane sword and plunged it into Bowie’s chest.
Bowie Knife Fights, Fighters & Fighting Techniques
Jim Bowie, in happier days, fighting a bandit while nailed to a log.
Bowie went down, as men pierced by swords are wont to do. However, the blade sat tight in his chest. The gloating Wright couldn’t wiggle it out, so he put his foot on Bowie’s chest to pull out the sword. That was just the opening Bowie (who apparently had treated the whole “he’s wiggling a sword in my chest” thing as little more than an elaborate ruse) had been waiting for.
He grabbed Wright’s leg, dragged the screaming man down and disemboweled him with his trusty hunting knife … while the poor man’s cane sword was still very much stuck in his own chest.
G.T. Johnson II
The fight, known later as the Sandbar Fight, made Bowie’s name and guaranteed him and his knife a place in the pantheon of Wild West icons.
Later in life, when James Black created the famous version of the bowie knife made legendary by the fight, Jim adopted one … and tried it out by killing three assassins who jumped him. He would probably still be walking the earth and swinging big blades at bankers if he hadn’t happened to be in the Alamo when being in the Alamo was a really bad idea.
Go to the link above and see the others.
Are you tough? Based on these standards, I’m sure as Hell not.