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.
Some of you may recognize the post title as the theme song to the film and TV show M.A.S.H. It’s ironic.
It’s obvious from the outpouring of emotion that the recent suicide of actor/comedian Robin Williams touched many people. And caused THEM pain.
As a libertarian, I believe I’ve the right to do with my own body as I wish. You do, too. As long as it doesn’t affect other people negatively.
And there’s the rub.
I can eat more than is healthy, eat the ‘wrong’ foods, smoke or drink if I wish, watch ‘questionable’ videos, read unsavory material, and most of this doesn’t directly affect my family, friends, or former coworkers.
But, what if I choose to do something permanent…?
Why is it it appears the more artistic of us are the most tortured? Or is that a misconception based on the fact famous people get the media attention?
When I heard about Robin Williams, my first thought was he has children. And based on that fact alone, he should not have taken this path.
And then I thought of Ernest Hemingway, another artistic person with issues who ended his own life. And Vincent Van Gogh. And so many others.
If you have such issues, please get help! Know that there are people out there who care. And that the World would be lacking without you.
h/t The Actor’s Studio
Yes, I understand many officers spend most of their shifts at a desk, or behind the wheel, and it’s more difficult to keep in shape when constantly seated. And of course, the whole police-doughnut meme.
But, there was a time when keeping in condition was part of the job.
Back-in-the-day, there was a time when a patrolman’s sergeant would send out a fat man’s letter to the officer, advising him that he had X number of days to lose weight or be put on desk duty. Or worse.
Now, with police unions, their right to be fat like the rest of us seems to be engraved in stone. Or cellulite.
I remember when I worked for John’s Uniforms back in the 80’s. At that time, there was no Internet, and very few independent uniform and equipment stores. As a result, we sold mail order all over the country. And our business was booming.
We filled many special orders for equipment not available through regular retail channels. I specifically remember an order for a black, basket-weave Sam Browne duty belt (from a department in Georgia I believe). THE WAIST MEASUREMENT NINETY-FOUR INCHES!! (94″) It took a whole steer hide to get one in one piece.
Seriously, how does such an officer pursue a suspect on foot? Or get into a squad car? Or even a restroom stall?
I understand the military (with the exception of The Marines and Spec-Ops guys) have a similar problem. Our tax dollars at work…
Now, I’m overweight and disabled. But I’m not tasked with public safety, either.
Time for spaying. :-(
Poor Baby! – but our vet advises us her chances of contracting canine breast cancer are decreased by a huge percentage, IF the spay is done prior to her first heat.
Yesterday, we dropped her off @ 0800 – picked her up @ 1300. “Fixed’, as the expression goes. Plus the removal of some extraneous baby teeth, along with a couple of crowding adult ones. Especially common in chee-hooa-hooa dogs.
AND, she’s been micro-chipped (for her safety).
Rather than the cone-of-shame, we chose a life-preserver-style apparatus. It would have been hysterical had it said S.S. Minnow, but, at least it’s pink.
As is her cage, to keep her from running willy-nilly against vet’s orders. For most of the next 7 to 10 days.
My good friend Crystal is participating in a public art tribute to those (like herself) who suffer from chronic health conditions, and those who are survivors of conditions such as cancer (like Guffaw).
Being a big believer in voluntarism, I support her in her efforts to get the message across that folks who suffer are not victims, but are simply trying to be understood and accepted.
She is 49% funded in her efforts, and supporters get original goodies when they contribute! She has 10 more days left in this effort.
(at the link below – I HAD it embedded, then it went away! DRAT!)
50% of Americans have a chronic illness that they don’t talk about. As a society, we’re uncomfortable with less-than-perfect health. When you fund this public art installation, you acknowledge the elephant in the room and celebrate the resilient people who surround you and their caretakers, mentors and sponsors. – Crystal Daigle
(I get nothing from her, save her friendship. I much prefer this approach on a more personal level than large bureaucracies or government funding. Please view her message even if you cannot participate. Thank you.- Guffaw)
I’ve used the above felicitous phrase two or three times in blog post titles, and about 17 more in the written text. I should no longer use this expression, however, as I am no longer surprised…
This from Illinois, land of the dead voter…
A story from AP Mobile:Cook County has long been ridiculed for allowing dead people cast votes, but the state may have just garnered a new distinction.It paid $12 million in health care for people who were already dead – including in one case, for a person who had died in 1989.A new financial audit released by Auditor General Bill Holland’s office on Thursday found that the Illinois Department of Health…
There seems to be a plethora of local news stories of late regarding persons driving the wrong way down local highways and impacting other right-driving persons, sometimes fatally. (Phoenix area)
PHOENIX — Three fatal head-on collisions caused by wrong-way drivers in the last week have caused Arizona law enforcement and transportation officials to hold an emergency meeting Sunday on how to deal with the problem.
The latest fatal collision occurred early Sunday morning when two people were killed after their car was struck by a wrong-way driver on the Santan Freeway in Gilbert, Arizona Department of Public Safety officials said.
The fatal crash is the third head-on collision caused by a wrong-way driver in six days that have claimed the lives of seven people — including an off-duty police officer (USA Today)
It came out that alcohol was involved in one of the crashes, and hasn’t yet been ruled out in the others.
And now, with State-legal medical marijuana paving the way for general legalization…? Don’t give me that “I’ve never known anyone on weed to drive poorly” speech. I’ve seen them and I’ve known them. Impairment is impairment.
And if they still don’t enforce the DUI/DWI laws for alcohol (because, you know EVERYONE drives after 3 or 4 drinks, especially politicians), what happens next?
At least Wrong Way Corrigan was skilled and never killed anyone!
(This doesn’t mean I’m against alcohol and marijuana use. It means if you are impaired – don’t drive. With this holiday weekend looming I thought this was a good thing to mention. Because Memorial Day is all about partying, right? :-( )
It’s no secret I likes me ‘unhealthy’ food.
If it’s fatty, sugary, bacon-laden, greasy – well, you get the picture.
I do get vegetable matter, primarily through salads. But, I do like my dressing, croutons, bacon-bits and cheese added. And I usually drink Coke Zero. Sometimes beer.
My endocrinologist is not particularly happy with some of my choices (being diabetic, and all), but except for a four year excursion into macrobiotics (wherein I eschewed beef, dairy, sucrose, pork, refined wheat and caffeine), but my numbers are good, and I’ve proper meds, so I don’t care.
When it comes to burgers, I like taste. A super-lean turkey or veggie burger just doesn’t do it for me. What-A-Burger, The Chuckbox, Original Hamburger Works, Thirsty Lion and Culver’s produce fine hamburgers, each different in their own way. The Chuckbox, Thirsty Lion and Original Hamburger Works have the added joys of beer. Culver’s has frozen custard, and primo crinkle French fries.
Now there’s a new burgermeister in town! Freddy’s Steakburgers (and Frozen Custard)! Similar to the Culver’s chain, but with a smaller menu, Freddy’s has delicious burgers and fries. Had the frozen custard the other day – tasty, and not overly sweet. The French fries are very thin, and crisp, and properly cooked – not like the death sticks from some fast-food establishments. (In-N-Out, are you there?)
Macrobiotics was a long, strange trip. I felt terrific, slept well, and had amazing energy. But the lure of the bacon cheeseburgers on the idiot box was too much to bear – soon, I was back into the American fold.
I suspect I won’t live as long eating red meat, but, I’ll be happier.
FTC – I buy my own food, thank you very much!
May have been something I ate.
Will post later today if I’m up to it.