So, I’m working in a convenience store. Plainclothes security (!) And it’s in a ‘bad’ part of town, graveyard shift, and it’s well after midnight. And It’s so bad there, I’m working with a partner.
And two guys come in rapidly, guns in their hands! I pull my J-Frame Smith and commence to engage.
And the gun just clicks emptily in my hand!
My partner tosses me another snubbie, and I fire twice – hitting the larger of the two robbers in the neck, and he drops. My action-induced-tunnel vision gives me no other information. Where are the clerks? Where is my partner now? Where is bad-guy two? Have I been hit?
I kneel by the downed miscreant, applying pressure to the through-and-through I can see, trying to stop bleeding, but not breathing. And I yell for someone to call 9-1-1. No answer. Where IS everybody?
Then I wake up. This is a DREAM I had last night, to the best of my recollection!
And it got me to thinking – Am I carrying enough gun? Sufficient reloads? Does my firearm function flawlessly? What about first-aid?
Do YOU think about such things? Or are you just dreaming?
Not so much here. I observed NO trick-or-treaters in my late afternoon-early evening travels. None. And none came to the door.
(Granted, we didn’t have the porch light turned on, and it might have appeared as if we weren’t home!)
A friend in a busy Chicago suburb reported to me she had 5 (five) kids between the government-mandated times of 5 to 7 PM. Five. It’s very sad how ‘they’ have ruined Halloween.
SO, my roommate said she was coming home from work, and called and asked I pick up dinner @ a nearby Subway. It’s a half mile away, so that’s no big deal. I went in, and one of the people behind the counter was dressed for the holiday (even though there was a sign asking all patrons to remove masks if they had them – irony impaired, no doubt!)
And the Subway guy was dressed as…..Che’ Guevara! Fatigues, boots, fake beard, beret.
I ordered and received my sandwiches (which were quite yummy, BTW!), but on my way out, I couldn’t help but comment to Che’:
“Hey Che’. You are quite scary for Halloween. Che’s was a bigot and a murderer. You might think of him at Hitler on a smaller scale. Would you have dressed as Hitler?”
Then I left. Hopefully, he wiki’ed Ernesto ‘Che’ Guevara later and rethought his choice of costume.
BTW FTC – I paid for my sandwiches!
Mike Vanderboegh (The Dutchman) brings us some intel that might be of interest…
Chase Bank Initiates Capital Controls, Limits Cash Withdrawals & Bans International Bank Wires
Nothing to see here – move along. Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain…
AND THIS JUST IN – From Drudge:
Chinese Downgrades U.S. Credit Rating
h/t Sipsey Street Irregulars
Mike Vanderboegh (and a number of other bloggers) bring to our attention to a further attempted erosion of our rights. This time, Amendment the First!
Advancing their quest for “common sense press control,” the Senate Judiciary Committee voted yesterday to define who the government will consider to be an “Authorized Journalist,” meaning if the measure becomes law, they will also be able to declare who is not. Voting 13-5 on “a compromise worked out by Democratic Sens. Chuck Schumer, Dianne Feinstein and Dick Durbin in coordination with news organizations … the overall bill will … would codify many of the regulations proposed earlier this year by Attorney General Eric Holder,” Fox News reported.
Notice who the three Senators are, and who is specifically excluded as an ‘authorized journalist’ in their proposed definition of same.
(I’ll give you a hint) BLOGGERS
ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL BUT SOME ANIMALS ARE MORE EQUAL THAN OTHERS. (Wikipedia entry, quoting from George Orwell’s Animal Farm)
Be afraid. Be VERY afraid.
…was the first day in 1987 I began working @ TMCCC (That Major Credit Card Company), not knowing I’d eventually be there just shy of 22 years! August 5, the last day in 2009 I was employed there, and had health insurance coverage.
Until Medicare kicked-in as part of my awarded Social Security disability two years later.
Funny, August 5 is the same date coincidental with ending my last stretch of three sessions of chemo for lymphoma over six months, and being told I was ‘clean’. (in 2009). And my hair began to grow back. And when I first noticed a zit in the center of my forehead, ultimately determined to be basal cell carcinoma. (also in 2009) It got to the size of a half dollar. I took two years to get it excised. Couldn’t afford to, and well, fear.
I still am clean of cancer, as of this date.
And am very grateful.
It was August 1960 when my Dad married my StepMom, and I was throwing up most of the day – an unheeded warning? August 8 was her birthday.
And in 1977, my Dad passed away. In August. Almost exactly the same day as Elvis.
Overall, August is not one of my favorite months – except the whole continuing in remission thing.
Focus on the things for which you have gratitude, my friends.
So, the other day I went in for an eye examination. I’m supposed to go in annually, as I’m diabetic. For the unfamiliar, the disease affects circulation, which in turn may affect the optic nerve and/or retina, causing blindness (!)
Of course, I didn’t go in last year, as I was in the process of moving, so my mind and money were elsewhere. And my regular physician has been bugging me to get it done. So, I went.
I was a little frightened, as my eyes aren’t getting any younger. And, it had been two years.
All for naught. The exam was quick and efficient. My eyes were very nearsighted in my youth, and as I get older and have presbyopia (the thing where older folks get more farsighted) my vision is actually improving!
The one caveat is I’m developing what my eye doc called ‘baby cataracts’. No, these are not tiny Japanese luxury cars. She said that I might need corrective surgery in about 10 years.
So, I’ve a new prescription for improved eyeglasses (which I cannot afford). And my internal eye exam showed no problems from the diabetes! The eye doc even took my regular doc’s info and faxed her the exam results. When I go in later this month, there will be one less hassle from my doctor. Huzzah!
Arizona Flag, in distress
Free North Carolina (via avordvet) shares with us an ARIZONA story, of statists versus freemen.
To press the point, a free man, legally carrying a pistol openly, tried to photograph a Phoenix federal courthouse.
Not of the freeman photographer, but of the authorities, who promptly dispatched police helicopters and ground personnel to stop the
terrorist attack legally-armed photographer from photographing a public building.
(visit the link above for the video and post)
Seriously, don’t they have better things to do? Like catching real bad guys? I can see watching, and perhaps even tracking such an individual for security intel, but confronting, attempting to disarm?
This used to be a relatively free State, at least when compared to places like Massachusetts.
…Scratch A Russian – You Find A Tartar.” Old German Proverb
“Scratch CIVILIZATION – You find tribalism and barbarism!” – Guffaw
‘Bash mobs’ sweep through Southern California
By Ari Bloomekatz
Organized “bash mob” crime rampages of roving groups attacking innocent people and businesses have been striking cities around the United States. Law enforcement agencies in Southern California have reported few similar problems — until now.
In the last several days, there have been several reports of such group crime waves in South L.A., Hollywood, San Bernardino and Victorville. Long Beach police are bracing for another one Friday.
These so-called bash mobs of “flash mob” crime waves are organized through social media and have been a problem in Chicago, Philadelphia and Washington. In April, 28 Chicago youths were arrested on suspicion of attacking pedestrians along the city’s famed Magnificent Mile. Illinois Gov. Pat Quinn signed legislation in May enacting stiffer penalties for people who text or use social media to organize mob attacks.
Long Beach police warned in a statement that participants could face severe penalties.
“The mere participation in such an event can result in felony charges including conspiracy, and are punishable by imprisonment in the state prison,” according to the statement. (taken in part from the Los Angeles Times, July 19, 2013)
What are we as society to do? Families? Individuals? How do we prepare for the social chaos that seems to be increasing daily?
How many guns – magazines – rounds does one need to carry in this environment? Can we depend on the government to protect us? What about real militias, not just these wanna-be bands of tacticool, nylon-clad mall rent-a-cops?
I’ve no answers today, only questions.
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.
We all remember THIS guy. He gave friendly advice, not just for children, but for all of us.
How well do you know your neighbors? Or do you even know them?
I currently rent a room in a townhouse. The neighbors to the immediate South (sharing the common wall) have a practice of going into their backyard (just over a fence) and SCREAMING with each other about family matters. I think it’s a mother and daughter, and some male hangers-on of some sort. This sometimes happens well into the night. Then, someone ‘over there’ is up early, like 0545, and makes a practice of throwing a bowling ball down the stairs, bouncing it off the wall in the process (again, common wall) REPEATEDLY.
(At least, that’s what it sounds like!)
This is in direct opposition to the North neighbors, again a mother/daughter team. We rarely hear anything from them through the common wall, and they never seem to be in their adjacent back yard. The word on the street is, however, mind your Ps and Qs, if mom spots someone parking crooked, or spilling trash, or some other small infraction, she will SCREAM. To the Homeowners Association, at least. And THEY will contact you.
I know these all folks on sight, and wave, all friendly-like, and sometimes even say “Hello”. The neighbors North of the North women seem to be a nice couple. He even helped J. corral one of her dogs when she ran loose (a favorite game – ESCAPE! Wheee, I’m FREEE!), when J was unable to catch her.
I think I know the first name of the North neighbor mom. That’s it.
In my former neighborhood, I made it a point of knowing my next-door neighbors, the one across the street and across the alley behind me. Just in case.
The Art of Manliness again addresses this issue. In short, it says knowing your neighbor is lubrication for civilization. Much as being polite can defuse friction.
I remember my childhood neighborhoods. All the kids on the block knew each other, and so did all the parents. If you did something wrong, not only did the neighbor yell at you, but, by the time your returned home, your parents had received a telephone call from said neighbor. So you got it, again. And, you could run to any neighbor’s home for help or safety.
Wouldn’t it be nice to have neighborhoods, again?