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“What To Do…What To Do…?

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.


About guffaw1952

I'm a child of the 50's. libertarian, now medically-retired. I've been a certified firearms trainer, a private investigator, and worked for a major credit card company for almost 22 years. I am a proud NRA Life Member. I am a limited-government, free-market capitalist, who believes in the U.S. Constitution and the Rule of Law.


2 thoughts on ““What To Do…What To Do…?

  1. I’m not sure what your definition of a “bad part of town” is. I’ve lived most of my life on the low (very low) end of the socioeconomic ladder.
    I guess it’s mostly personal perspective, because a while back I read a letter to the editor from someone who lives in North Scottsdale complaining that she has to do her yearly Christmas shopping at Scottsdale Fashion Square in South Scottsdale which she declared a “war zone.”
    So apparently, I live in a war zone! I had no idea!!

    Meanwhile, in Sunnyslope last week, my sister limped alone, after midnight, to the John C. Lincoln ER with a severe dog bite on her foot.
    After getting her wound cleaned and bandaged, she then limped back home, alone.
    I’ll admit, that’s not something I’d want to do in Sunnyslope (or anywhere, with an injury!). She SHOULD have called me, when her husband refused to drive her (insert every insult ever here).

    But, she made it safely, through “the Slope” in the middle of the night, visibly vulnerable with her injury.

    Posted by Tomi | August 21, 2014, 8:14 am
    • My definition might differ from yours (having come from a different social strata than yours), HOWEVER…
      Read the police blotters, watch news reports. Certainly crime happens everywhere, but there are certain regions not conducive to walking alone at night. Maryvale, 75th Av/Indian School, parts of South Phoenix. Tempe (believe it or not! I’m certain due to the University party atmosphere). The list goes on.
      Firearm educator Mas Ayoob suggests if you need to take a gun into a bar, perhaps you need to find another place to drink.
      But sometimes, you have no choice where the dog bites you. In your foot, or Sunnyslope.

      Posted by guffaw1952 | August 21, 2014, 8:35 am

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