“One of them had a big knife, then he came in and walked around the restaurant, I guess they just kind of stabbed anyone that they saw and knocked things on the ground and then we just hid.”
So this last weekend – mid Ramadan (but the UK authorities are adamant that has nothing to do with it) – yet another series of well coordinated attacks in London. The timing was on cue, and the technology was primitive, yet the effect was successful. The weapons were simple: Aggression, Motor Vehicles, and Knives. Unless the nanny-state wishes to now castrate the aggression out of all males, prohibit all sharp instruments in an Okinawan-like decree, and force everyone to use public transportation, the ability of the state to prevent the next one is ridiculously impossible as long as the culture that advocates such things is allowed to roam free in the west.
That last bit is out of the hands of normal people like us, yet we are the ones that will stand at the front line of the effects of the political decisions made by those in charge. And we will either stand as ready sacrifices to the death cult, or as combatants. Britain seems to have already chosen out of their self-imposed helplessness. Soon the west, and Europe in particular, will either find its warrior heart and embrace the old ways, or it will be bent over the table and given its fate.
In this article, which I am certain will upset the “martial arts” guys, I will discuss the reality of facing a jihadist with a knife bent of “stabbing anyone they see”. I will discuss “The Jihadist Vehicle Attacks” later.
So here we go –
1). Forget the fantasy of empty hand defenses:
Do not think for one minute that your secret Jujitsu or Kung Fu methods will guarantee you winning against a dedicated, motivated, young and fit jihadist armed with a big knife intent on killing you. Add to that his expectation of dying that day…add to that his accomplices, also armed with knives, and you get a clearer picture. And winning does not mean 7 out of 10 in the drills at the dojo…it means we want a solid chance at a 100% success rate because anything less means that you die. Your chances may be better if you have devoted your entire life to nothing but full contact martial arts training (and if your adversaries are unskilled)…but otherwise…unarmed against the knife is a very foolish match to go into.
2). Instead of going Jackie Chan, use a weapon:
Yes, I know…it may mean violating the rules. As I have said…and it is almost a cliche now…we live in a time of war and we must make adjustments to the reality and accept that the authorities cannot prevent these events from taking place. So if you live in a free state, carry a firearm with you – EVERYWHERE. Ignore the sign if there is one saying you cannot. If you live in a not so free state, carry a firearm with you anyway and always obey the speed limit. If you live in a country intentionally bereft of any warrior culture, see item three.
3). Always be armed no matter the rules:
“But Gabe…we live in (insert oppressed socialist state or nation here) and we can’t even buy a picture of a gun here”.
A modern, educated man with a set of nuts in his bag will always figure out a way to be armed. No guns? OK, get your own knife. Knife versus knife is a far better proposition than unarmed versus knife is it not? My God, at the very least get a big fat stick that you can claim is a cane and that you can crush skulls with. It really is not that difficult if there is courage, and a will, and a defiant heart that denies the state’s right to control your destiny.
“But Gabe, the rules say I cannot have guns, knives, sticks, anything that could possibly be used as a weapon and they are about to pass laws banning ill will”.
When you cannot live in safety, and in obedience to the established law, a learned man will happily become a scofflaw. If you disagree with that, I really have nothing for you. Sorry…good luck.
4). Learn to be violent:
This is why I am not impressed with the majority of martial arts training. Too much sport. Too much esoteric spiritual stuff. Not enough violence. We need more “martial”, and less “art” – as it were. I expect that today, the Monday after the London Bridge attack, the martial arts schools in the UK (and USA) will be filled with eager soccer moms and football dads (cricket-moms and rugby-dads?) looking for the easy solution to this problem. And they will be taught esoteric stuff intended for the “perfection of character”, or stuff developed for winning a match somewhere.
What they need is to be taught to physically destroy their opponent, crushing windpipes, smashing skulls, breaking bones. The “real karate” that so few schools even understand much less teach. But again, see item 1. I have trained in hand to hand stuff since I was ten years old and I would prefer to not face against a knife empty handed.
5). Learn preemption:
It is 2017. Are we already forgetting that there is a true social-religious-political culture living in the west…in truth invited by the west, that seeks to supplant western culture by force and attrition with its own culture? If you see a couple of strong young men, that look like they just got off the boat from Afghanistan moving aggressively toward you with knives in their hands – do we really need to have a time out to explain what their intentions are for you?
This is the time to draw and shoot each one of them to the ground, not running or hiding.
6). Keep alert:
All the weapons and willingness to violence will not help you in the least if you are asleep at the bar. The first part of all this is staying alert. Sit where you can see the exit, have your back covered or have an equally alert associate watching it. Look around constantly and know who is moving and what is happening. Don’t want to live like that you say? Well, western nations, you should have thought about that before you invited the death cult into your country, or voted for fools that did so. You live in a time of war and you will either deny it and hope you are not selected by the next jihadist, or you accept reality and prepare to meet him.
That is all. There are no secret techniques to defend against the knife by physically frail and empty handed males. It takes violence and weapons. And in that order.
I don’t have to know someone’s ethnicity or religion. If they approach me menacingly with a blade, that’s it!
Well, here we are, again…
The contractor returned Thursday to close the hole in the ceiling. He said their estimate disagreed with the material provided by the insurance company (i.e. they mentioned a repaint, but NOT closing the hole in the ceiling!) A minimum of THREE WEEKS before they return.
J., my roomie, continues to have health problems, multiple doctor appointments and physical therapy. Next is a nerve ablation on her neck, which causes her great pain.
I discontinued my auto insurance and notified the State my car is no longer on the road, pending sale or donation. No sale or donation as of yet. She’s still collecting spider webs…
J. added me to her auto insurance as an additional driver.
I’ve my own doctor appointment tomorrow, with a vascular surgeon(?!) regarding my right calf, which continues to be oversized.
Money continues to be an issue. Quelle surprise.
Weather? Today 111º. Tomorrow 116º. Tuesday 118º That’s The Valley of the Sun in the Summer. Oh, wait? It’s not Summer, yet! 😛
I will update you kind folks as I know more.
Thanks, again for your support.
My college mate, friend, and boss (when I worked security at the closed Legend City amusement park, in the 70s) has passed away.
Fair Winds and Following Seas, My Friend!
We only recently reconnected on Facebook after a 30 year absence.
As Father’s day is looming, I was going to write initially something about my Father, his Father, my Grandfather, or having been a father, etc….
But, you guys have already seen this in this venue.
I was a step-child. And my step-mother and I were not in agreement on most things. Like how to treat me. And my father was largely absent. My childhood memories are largely not pleasant ones.
Here’s what John’s stepson and one of his daughters had to say about him.
For Father’s Day.
John Conneally was my step-father from my body’s age of 8 1/2 to 14 1/2 and helped Tina Poling-Conneally raise me during those years. He introduced me critical analysis, science fiction, the concepts of leadership, teamwork, discipline, tactics, strategy, deduction and showed me what being brilliant without much solid, applicable way to make it useful for one’s self and society as a whole. As invaluable as they all are the most important one for me is the latter, and it motivates me more and more each day.
John died sometime either last night or today of complications from leukemia, liver failure and lung cancer. He had exposure to horrendous chemical wastes and other environmental hazards while in the Navy which very likely caused his leukemia and the liver and lung cancer came from self-medicating with tobacco and alcohol to keep his highly sensitive and strong soul from feeling and dealing with the internal awarenesses the society he grew up in had zero ability to teach him how to handle; John would have been a capable medicine man, shaman, holistic therapist and healing artist had he been born into this part of the world in the 80’s to today.
He lived as best a life as he could and I am glad I was able to be influenced by his life, both the good and the bad. May his pathways now lead him through all the misconceptions _and_ perfection of his life he just left. May his soul reach out to the wonders he sought and may be achieve them increasingly and unceasingly.
May he be able to choose rebirth, if and when he wants to from the realms of Experience that are without sufferings, pain fear and lack. May his lives and experiences between lives be of benefit to himself and All Beings.
Fare well, John Conneally. I am praying for you and perhaps we’ll meet again someday in much better and healthier ways.
Love to you.
It’s a very hard thing, to think of someone you love in the past tense. Rest in peace, Dad. You are already missed.
My wish for all of you as parents is to be as well thought of and loved in hindsight, as John’s children have of him.
In our last episode (spoken aloud in Don Adams’ Maxwell Smart voice…)
It was determined I do NOT have a blot clot in my lower right leg (twice!), although the leg remains enlarged. Not painful, but engorged. And hard(?) in spots.
I’ve an appointment later in the month with a vascular specialist. Who knows?
The rash I had has largely dissipated (after THREE 5 day courses of Prednisone – thank you very much!) as well as a slow, agonizing decrease of the itch that accompanied it. Rash gone, still itching.
But, the itch has FINALLY gone away.
Roomie continues to suffer from her chronic health problems associated with asthma, COPD, congestive heart failure and emphysema. And NO, she had never smoked tobacco!
She had, however, worked in plant greenhouses and beauty salons (with many of their toxic chemicals) for most of her adult life.
And she is continuing to recover from her shoulder surgery and is getting physical therapy for the same.
Will she be returning to work? Who knows?
We could use the money – but at further risk to her health?
YES! The shower leak has been repaired! The hole in the living room ceiling? Not so much.
Apparently, the contractor and the insurance adjuster disagree regarding the amount to be paid. Or WHEN this is to be done…
I still possess the dead Oldsmobile in my parking space, now growing spiderwebs. There are ‘complications’ with selling it (not to mention I’ve been offered much less than I thought it worth!) Perhaps donation IS the best route(?)
AND, just to add to the fun – during daylight hours one may not exit the front door to the townhouse in safety. The bees who have taken up residence in the tall bush adjacent to the door have become, well, more populous and hyper-vigilant!
Fortunately, this is an HOA problem.
Unfortunately, this is an HOA problem.
When this will get resolved? Who knows?
(I’ll just walk around the back way to get the mail, thank you very much!)
The ‘Adventure’ continues…
(I’m generally a rule follower – unless, of course, they are silly, or put me in danger. I DO like order, and dislike those who endanger those close to me – whether or not it’s through self-centeredness or malice. – Guffaw)
We’re staying at an undisclosed location, while the powers-that-be are repairing the shower leak in the townhouse. Or at least beginning the process. (The ceiling beneath the leak has been excised, and is being dried. We await the plumbers and subsequent reconstruction. No contractors present today!)
All guests herein are required to sign a form that this is a non-smoking campus.
My roommate is extremely asthmatic, and is sensitive to tobacco smoke.
So, this is a positive development.
On Day One here, she smelled smoke in the hall directly outside our room. On Day Two, it happened again, more intensely. We notified the front desk.
The second day, it did negatively affect her breathing. It was definitely stronger.
And pissed us off. We contacted the front desk.
Subsequently, we heard a loud discussion outside our room. Upon opening the door, we observed the general manager in confrontation with the tenants directly across the hall.
They were ‘young people’ (under 40).
At length, the manager called us and advised they had been charged an additional $250. As both a penalty, and to clean the room.
And they were evicted from the hotel!
I understand the mechanism of addiction. And also understand one must make amends for one’s mistakes. This is a step in the right direction.
PS – I’m NOT against smoking. It’s a quasi-legal activity, using a legal substance. And, I don’t like smokers being treated as third-class citizens.
But, follow the rules to which you agreed, people!
I’ve not been ‘on a date’ in some time. It’s simply a matter of logistics – I’ve no extraneous funds and my car is a beater with no air conditioning.
The fact that I don’t travel is any circles with available women has nothing to do with it!
I was thinking this morning about a few of my more memorable dates in the distant past. Some with fondness; some not-so-much.
I used to like to attend the cinema. There were many first-run films each week, lots of theaters from which to choose, and who doesn’t like sitting in the dark with a young woman? (this was in my 20’s – before I had been married, and subsequently divorced).
Now, of course, there are fewer movies and movie houses. And one may sit at home in one’s skivvies and watch videos until the cows come home, with beer, pizza, and (if one is so lucky) company.
AND, one may pause to go to the bathroom!
Times have changed.
ANYWAY, I remembered a couple of dates. One was a later Hitchcock film. I did (and DO love Alfred Hitchcock). My date said she did as well. Were post-date antics in the offing?
Sadly NO. The film was Frenzy. A film of a serial killer rapist, made in London. I think it was the first time Hitch actually exposed breasts on film. Following a violent rape and strangulation. Hardly something to arouse a normal young woman to later romance.
Another time, a former girlfriend returned to town and looked me up. We went out a few times, and I had hope of rekindling the romance. But, it was not to be…
She had mentioned she liked Burt Reynolds. There was a new film out with him in it. I thought “Hey! Maybe this will get things going again?”
Hardly. The film was Deliverance. You remember – dueling banjos, homosexual rape?
I just couldn’t get a break!
(as an aside, the consummate actor Ned Beatty was the rape victim here. I’ve wondered about the audition…“Hey, pages 18 and 19 are missing? Don’t worry about it, Ned.)
from my friend Jim (Old NFO @ Nobody Asked Me, in part)
Except this time it’s the French Elections…
Massive email hacks, release of data, and…
RUSSIAN HAND SEEN
Former economy minister Macron’s campaign has previously complained about attempts to hack its emails, blaming Russian interests in part for the cyber attacks.
On April 26, the team said it had been the target of a attempts to steal email credentials dating back to January, but that the perpetrators had failed to compromise any campaign data.
The Kremlin has denied it was behind any such attacks, even though Macron’s camp renewed complaints against Russian media and a hackers’ group operating in Ukraine.
Full article, HERE.
And an interesting twist, the French government has put out a warning about publishing any of the hacked material.
France’s electoral commission has ordered media not to publish contents of Emmanuel Macron‘s leaked campaign emails to avoid influencing the election.It warned news outlets in France that journalists could face criminal charges for publishing or republishing the material, under laws that came into effect at midnight forbidding any commentary liable to affect the presidential race.Full article, HERE.So once again the ‘Russians’ are at play… Or are they? Or will we ever know the real answer???My guess is probably not. When one considers that the average 14 year old hacker in momma’s basement is capable of using these same tools, and most ‘attributable’ to Russian/Ukrainian coders, it could be anybody…Sigh…
Borepatch recently posted regarding his dearth of posts.
Hardly. I told him I wait for friends and quality!
I, too, have been remiss in my blogging duties. Either in performing more than the minimum, or in leaving comments for my blogging brethren and sistren.
Turns out, there are reasons.
First, both my roomie and I have had recent health ‘issues’ and concerns. She, a number of surgeries; me, a rash-of-indeterminate origin, a bad fall and a blood clot scare.
Second, my focus has been on trying to help keep us afloat while she misses work (and income).
Third, the ongoing household chores and maintenance – they never stop! Dogs and cats to tend, trash to be taken out, groceries…
Two days ago, a leak from the upstairs shower became apparent, as water began coming through the ceiling!! Do we have homeowner’s insurance? Of course. Can we afford the deductible? NO.
And we have neither diagnostic nor physical plumbing ability…
The good news, is J. was released from her restrictive sling yesterday (following rotator cuff surgery). Only eleven more weeks of physical therapy for her to follow! And four more doctor’s appointments later this month.
My rash is largely gone (although I still itch, somewhat) and my bloated calf seems to be getting smaller. I return Thursday for another follow-up with my doc.
So, Life keeps us busy. And my focus has been less-than-perfect on the blog.
But, we will continue and prevail.
How is this news? I thought news that which is new?
I first heard about the Russians and Chinese buzzing U.S. waters back in the mid-70’s, from a good friend who was a Marine stationed aboard the Glomar [name redacted] spy ship in the early 70’s!
Ended with the Cold War? (tsch!)
It was (and is) a standard tactic ‘testing the fences’ (think Jurassic Park velociraptors) from time immemorial.
They just want to check our reaction time and methods.
They play silly games, as do we…
I’m not worried. Aren’t Trump and Putin bosom buds, now?
(I’m going back to watching my Fail Safe, Dr. Strangelove and War Games triple-header!)
Now, it makes sense that people who travel in the same circles with similar interests would meet and perhaps get involved. Or married.
And their are examples of opposites – Mary Matalin and James Carville, for example.
But, it does make one wonder…