We live in a tiny town in Texas. Of course, since it’s Texas there is at least one gun store in town. (We actually have three, in a town with a population of about four thousand.) Sounds like it would be awesome, right? Yeah, not if you’re my wife. I’m going to relate to you what she has told me about her experiences at most gun stores.
About two years back, I wrote a post about surviving an encounter with police after a movement started intent on discrediting any police organization and claiming that every officer was a racist murderer. This all started because of a media narrative that turned out to be completely false. The damage had been done though, and the movement still exists to this day. It seems not a week goes by that there isn’t some incident of an individual who was rendered free to assume room temperature by an interaction with a member of law enforcement. And again, I find people who are wholly unqualified to make any judgment about whether the officer was justified so often of late, even among my friends that I would consider “educated”, that I felt compelled to write this post as a follow up.
Original article here: Bad Apples – Surviving an encounter with Police.
More after the jump;
This past weekend there was a horrific attack in Orlando, Florida at a predominantly gay nightclub. I won’t publish the name of the asshole who perpetrated the attack, but he used guns. Naturally after every occurrence like this, people are up in arms about how to prevent this kind of tragedy, and this time around I have seen all of it… again… still.
I got shot today. Several times. (I think 7 times after I tried to remember everything.) I got shot waiting in line at an ATM machine. I got shot in a convenience store. I got shot in a church parking lot. I got shot at a friends apartment complex. I got shot in a parking garage, three times. And then for good measure I got my throat slashed. No, I’m not writing this from beyond. I’m not sitting in a hospital bed recovering from my injuries. For as many times as I got shot and stabbed there is no physical indication of any of my injuries, because none of it was real.
Just recently my wife and I got the opportunity to meet Larry Vickers and pick his brain for some advice and recommendations. Yes, that Larry Vickers; the one whose name is on some custom Glock pistols, who is well known in the shooting community for being very knowledgeable, having been one of the baddest of the bad asses. (One of the perks of being married to my wife is the chance to meet some of these legends in person and get to talk to them on a personal level.)
A few weekends ago I went shooting with some extended family members. One of them saw the AR-15s that we had and said she didn’t like them because they looked like machine guns. That got me to thinking about why I enjoy shooting the AR so much, and the genius behind the design of one of the most iconic, and misunderstood, rifles ever designed.
I recently saw a video online of another “tool” to be used in self defense.
It seems that everyone is now trying to capitalize on the perceived growing trend of violent crime. This latest one is a cell phone app. This just falls into a line of other apps that are equally useless.
Women Safety App
(I don’t have an iPhone but I’m sure there are just as many of these stupid apps in iTunes as well.)