What’s not to like?
A bit of Photoshop bravado, but would it do any harm to have such an engraving on your primary self defense arm? Kinda sorta.
Lots of people will say that, should one be forced to defend lives against violent criminal attack, there is a good chance of being sued by the family of the guilty. All it takes for an ambulance-chasing lawyer to ruin your life and take all you own is to get the jury to feel mad or uncomfortable about the person who had to pull the trigger. Outright expressions of confidence, let alone aggression, will go a long way towards convincing the jury that it is reasonable for the judge to award half of every paycheck you will ever earn to the aggrieved.
Let me put it another way. It might say “WRONG HOUSE” on the muzzle, but you won’t be able to afford anything but a cardboard box behind the convenience store after the jury gets a gander at your gat.
My take on it is a bit more immediate. It takes money to get a gun engraved, money that can be spent on the ammunition and range time needed to become a better shooter. Why waste it on something that won’t help you survive an emergency situation?
If that argument doesn’t have any weight, then consider this. After you are forced to defend, the police will confiscate your gun. After all, it is evidence!
That means the gun you spent extra money to bling up will be sitting in an evidence locker somewhere, uncleaned and rusting away, until after the trial is over and the judge hands down a decision. If the criminal skips bail and the trial is postponed until he is caught, this might take decades. Any extra money you spent on the gun will be a waste if this happens.
I have spent most of my life terrified beyond measure!
A powerful organization, vast and impersonal and unaccountable, would collect my most personal information. Every year they would publish it, and spread thousands upon thousands of copies all across the city or town where I lived. Anyone could find out how to find me simply by thumbing though a few pages, even those who wished me harm!
I’m speaking, of course, of the phone book.
Wait a minute! Didn’t I start this essay by stating that I was terrified of the phone book?
Yeah, well, that was a total lie. Not only have I never been even slightly anxious at the thought of anyone in the world being able to find out my phone number or where I live, I actually found it to be very convenient. Most of my students heard of my services through word-of-mouth, and they would call my personal number after looking it up in the telephone directory.
I have received three death threats from people who wanted me to stop training this or that student, and I can’t see how the criminals who called me found my phone number any other way than by simply looking it up. I could have paid for an unlisted number, but then it would have been very difficult for prospective students to seek me out.
Not that I gave it much thought, as my reaction was not what the criminals were looking for.
Hunger has driven her mad! If only I was there to save her! I would share my lunch, stat!
Yes, I did just eat an entire pizza by myself. Like you have never done that!
(The gun is a BB gun. You can tell by the odd slide.)
What is a fallacy? An argument which uses poor or erroneous logic. Fallacies are always wrong.
One such fallacy is the slippery slope. Advocates of 2nd Amendment rights have resisted laws which require government registration, saying that it is just a first step before outright confiscation of their firearms.
Those which advocate gun control laws say that these fears are based on a fallacy, and so must be wrong. For some reason they never admit that they are wrong when the government starts to confiscate guns.
People who are interested in armed self defense always want to discuss certain details about their defensive arm. Make, model, caliber, type of ammo. There is endless conversation concerning the relative merits of this or that gun, this or that after market feature, this or that defensive ammunition.
Why talk about it so much? Mainly because people want others to know that they have given a great deal of thought to maximizing their potential for surviving a violent criminal attack. They reason that they are more effective in a gunfight with this gun instead of that one, this style of grips over another, or this particular brand of hollowpoints. These details are sexy!
I generally don’t mind if people want to talk to me about such things, but there are more important issues at hand when it comes to choosing a handgun for concealed carry. Issues such as reliability, concealability, durability, and price. You have to deal with these before you get to the sexy.
I have been spending a fair amount of time over the past two weeks trying to help a student of mine with an interesting problem. You see, she is a runner. Not only that, but she is a marathoner who spends five days a week heading at speed for the far horizon.
She wants to take her gun with her when she is fleet of foot and on the road, a decision I approve of. The problem being that the only place she can carry it without throwing off her stride or causing a major distraction in some way is in a shoulder holster. This means her handgun is going to be steeping in underarm sweat for a couple of hours every day she trains.
So the question is : How does she protect her gun, the device she needs to rely on to function correctly in an emergency, from the corrosion that saltwater brings?
There was an incident in 2006 that made an impression.
Two fugitives were wanted for a murder in California, and they heading for the border with Canada. A sharp eyed sheriff’s deputy spotted them driving past, and the chase was on! Gunshots were exchanged, cars were crashed, and a foot chase ended mere yards from the border. One suspect was shot but survived, the other suffered nothing more than bruises. Just another day in American law enforcement, with a big win for the good guys.
But it isn’t the bravery the US law enforcement officers displayed that made such a big impression. Instead it was the actions by the Canadian border patrol officers, all of whom abandoned their posts when informed that dangerous criminals were headed their way.
Shocking though it might be that the people tasked with providing the first line of defense for their country walked off the job when notified of the possibility of danger, what I found almost incomprehensible was the fact that the Canadian border guards were not even armed!
Lucky things the Conservatives had won a few elections at the time. The government of Canada vowed to make this right, and has been working diligently to train and arm their border guards ever since.
I was reminded of this shameful time in the history of Canadian law enforcement while watching this very short video, which shows the police sweep down a corridor inside their Parliament building during the recent terrorist attack. The officers in view acted decisively, professionally, and with a great deal of professionalism and courage. Sergeant at Arms Kevin Vickers is reported to have been the one who shot and killed the suspect, using a handgun he kept in his desk drawer. I’d say it is a good job all around.
The elected officials at work that day didn’t stand idly by. The Conservative caucus was meeting, and they fashioned spears from flagpoles found in the room. They then positioned themselves to attack any violent criminal who tried t force their way inside.
“These guys were up there holding these spears ready to impale anyone who came in,” the source said.
I have no idea what a group of Liberal MP’s would have dine if threatened, but I can pretty much guess.
(Thanks to Glenn for the link about the spears.)
This happened some time ago, right outside of my apartment complex. Since I am sure the news article will rot off after a time, I will mention some details.
An idling car was approached by two men, who shot the driver four times with what sounded to me like a 9mm auto. The now driverless vehicle ended up a few dozen yards from the killing spot, stalling out after destroying a large utility box.
This took place right across the street from where I live, and the suspects ran through my apartment complex in order to evade the police. It seems that they passed within feet of my front door.
Not that this had anything to do with me. I was just climbing from the shower at the time when I heard the shots, and I paused for a few seconds with my hand on my gun to see if anyone would try to break through my locked front door.
It was probably best for all concerned that they were just passing though.
I’m sure most of you, gentle readers, are wondering if I have become seriously unhinged. Am I so paranoid that I carry defensive firearms into the bathroom in case of violent criminal attack while indisposed?
While true that I am armed in the most private of places within the home, I must confess that it is a habit I picked up during a time when I received a number of death threats from criminals who were trying to warn me off from training people who were going to testify against them. That was more than two decades in the past, but I don’t think it is a bad habit to have.
There are a number of products available which are designed to secure a firearm in the shower, keeping it snug and dry while still close at hand. I can’t recommend the best, as I have never tried any. I merely place my defensive handgun next to the sink and cover it with a clean, dry towel while bathing so the steam from the shower won’t cause it to rust.
Is this post a suggestion that you, dear reader, ought to consider going armed to the toilet? Not necessarily. It all depends on your own unique circumstance.
One of my students was not only the victim of a particularly brutal home invasion, but she was also confined to a wheelchair.
As criminals had already attacked her inside of her house, and she also suffered from reduced mobility, the bathroom was a place of extreme anxiety for her. What if they came back, but this time she was out of her chair and in the bathtub?
I eased her anxiety by replacing the bathroom door, a flimsy interior type, with a sturdy metal exterior design. I reinforced the hinges, reinforced the striker plate next to the doorknob, and installed a deadbolt on the inside. I wasn’t too happy about the frame which supported the door, but wasn’t equipped to tear apart the walls in order to replace the framing studs. Even so, by the time I was done the bathroom door was only slightly less formidable a barrier than the front door to her house. Since she was going to make sure to take her own defensive handgun into the bathroom, along with a cell phone to summon the police if need be, I figured it was a pretty good job.
So why do I take my defensive arm in to the bathroom with me, since I do not use a wheelchair and the days of death threats are half my life in the past? The only thing I can say in my defense is that you wouldn’t be asking that question if you happened to live in my neighborhood!