Oy gevault, "condition white"
Because of the latest dust-up at our church, it seemed a good opportunity to re-visit the self-defense firearms in our home and strategies for defense. It also provided an opportunity for me to check locks, windows and alarms. I also pulled out some boxes of ammo in the safe room.
I got that "teenage eye roll" from my wife. I informed her that we have raised the level in our home from "treat every gun as loaded" to the new condition of "every gun is loaded." In doing that, I got a lesson myself.
Depite our 33 year association, my wife has absolutely no desire for self defense. When she drives the 90 miles to her parents home by herself I ask the litany of questions I'm certain will bring a "no" for an answer.
Do you have a firearm? "No."
Do you have a knife? "Just my 2-inch EDC."
Do you have pepper spray? "No, I gave it away, the cap cracked."
Do you have your keys? "Somewhere."
Do you have your phone? "I think it's 'near' my purse."
Don't get me wrong. She's tough, she shoots better than most men who brag, she owns her own weapons and she knows the nomenclature of the guns I own. There is one barrier to proper self defense.
She just doesn't want to think about it. La-la-la, it's not going to happen.
One night in all seriousness I made an analogy to her. I started with my stature and my past life. Then I reminded her of those consequences by pointing out chipped teeth, old faded scars, broken bones and soft tissue problems from impact.
I told her that if I was stopped or mugged that I carried lethal implements with the skill and the desire to use them if pressed. And then I admitted what a lot of macho guys might not.
I stated that, in these situations, I am afraid.
I took my bike out for a spin on Monday and I came home to find my wife outside cutting brush on our rear green space.
I also found a combat knife and the Glock inside, on our coffee table.
Sheep, wolves and sheepdogs....
I don't know if y'all remember serial killer Ted Bundy. Well I knew the girl who found his victims at the Chi Omega House at FSU. One of them, as she lay dying in my friends arms, accepted Christ as savior. The eerie thing is that my friend was sleeping in the sorority house that night and although she hardly ever does, she got a very strong feeling to lock her door that night. She did. There was fingerprint evidence that Bundy tried to enter HER room, too. This girl got pretty serious about self defense after she graduated. But she had other issues too. Hell, I'd say stumbling across the work of a monster like Bundy would mess anybody up!
Originally Posted by Betty
Then some years later, Danny Rolling went on a spree and killed five people in almost as many days. One of these was a body builder named MANNY TABODA who was as gentle as a lamb, even though he looked bigger than a house....gentle soul. When he met Rolling in a home where two other girls resided, Taboda had no chance despite his size. He was beaten to death by a stone killer who enjoyed his handiwork. Remember, it's almost never the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog.
We've become a society filled with law abiding sheep and there is no shame in that; it's a natural feature of "civilization." But where there are sheep, there will always be wolves and so the SHEEPDOG becomes a necessary fixture. Here is a fine essay on this subject that I've posted before, but now we have so many new members....http://www.blackfive.net/main/2004/1..._hang_wit.html