Seems that Windex is pretty good at getting out blood stains.
Anyone ever see The French Connection (1972)?
It is a classic movie concerning a detective in New York who is on the trail of a major heroin smuggler. (Major for the time, that is.) It is known for an exciting chase sequence, and for the performance Gene Hackman turned in as the aforementioned police detective.
In the film, the detective is shown to carry his .38 snub nosed revolver in an ankle holster.
The method of concealment is mentioned at least once in the film, as a fellow police officer chides Hackman’s character for what he sees as a gimmick. The only reason the detective carries his sidearm in an ankle holster, it is asserted, are so any woman he is trying to pick up in a bar wouldn’t feel the gun when dancing close.
There are, of course, some very real advantages to carrying small handguns in ankle holsters. I have found that it is one of the most foolproof of concealment methods. After all, few people will spend much time staring at your feet, and those who are so inclined have various online websites that cater to their particular enthusiasms.
(These are not my feet!)
There are also some drawbacks, which where brought to painful focus by my latest student.
She is relatively young, which is all to the good. What is even better is that she is interested in controlling her diet, and she actually enjoys exercise.
(Not my actual student.)
The problem is that I have no interest in applying the slightest wisdom in choosing what I eat, and I find vigorous exercise to be an uncomfortable chore. This has resulted in a body type that one would expect for a sedentary 50 year old with a fondness for pizza.
(Not a self portrait.)
My student, while being admirably healthy and athletic, is also a movie enthusiast. She was interested in carrying her defensive firearm in an ankle holster, just like Gene Hackman in his Academy award winning role. In pursuit of this, she asked me to illustrate how to draw the gun at speed.
Ankle holsters are not the best choice for quick draws, but there are ways to speed the process up. All of them require the person wearing the holster to drop down on to one knee, and then to either roll around behind cover or to pop back up to their feet.
Considering my girth, the dropping down part is easy! I can descend towards the floor like a champion, with admirable speed and efficiency. It is the getting back up that has become increasingly wearisome as the decades advance.
Still, I managed to do it a few times without embarrassing myself. Then I had her practice what she had seen several times. While I had to struggle to keep from grunting while bouncing back to my feet, she smoothly rose to a standing position like a human pogo stick.
Ankle holsters are not for everyone, but she should do fine.
The artist rendering below shows some of the most flagrant flaunting of gun safety rules I have ever seen!
(Click on the pic for a larger version.)
Notice the targets set up on the right side of the picture, the ones that she has turned her back on. So what is she shooting at, the firing line?
She is pointing the barrel of the rifle at a downwards angle, which makes me think she is aiming at something crotch level. A former boyfriend who fooled around with her best friend, perhaps?
No hearing protection, no eye protection, and she is wandering around a shooting range in high heels. The stock of the gun is jammed into the crook of her arm, instead ot being anchored against her shoulder. She’ll be lucky to hit an eighteen wheeler at a hundred yards with rifle handling technique like that!
And what is it with that wind, anyway? It is strong enough to blow her skirt straight out like a flag, and yet it appears she is visiting an indoor range! I know health and safety rules dictate that the shooting area has to be vented to the outside air in order to avoid the build up of lead dust, but this seems a bit extreme!
None of my students would be engaging in shenanigans like that, with their legs hanging out in the breeze. Considering a fair number were elderly, I count that as a good thing!
One thing I always tell my students is that the main function of the police is to arrest people.
Wait a minute! That can’t be it! What about preserving order, protecting the public, and all that stuff? Surely there are other things the police are supposed to do besides arresting people?
Oh, sure, they sometimes direct traffic or write out a ticket. But while those are jobs that the big bosses tell them to do, it is just make work until something happens where they can arrest someone.
Don’t believe me?
A woman rents a video in 2005, and fails to return it. The rental store asks a judge to issue a misdemeanor criminal charge of failing to return a videocassette, and the charges are still pending. Now, nine years later, the woman was arrested.
How did the sheriff’s department catch her, since they would not normally bother to hunt down a suspect for such an inconsequential crime? It would appear that the woman in question was looking to report another minor crime, one in which she was the victim.
Who will gain satisfaction if the young woman is jailed? The video rental store which rented the purloined cassette has since gone out of business, so there isn’t anyone who can collect any fees or fines. I don’t think that public safety is enhanced now that this young woman was taken to the county lockup. Since there is no evidence I have heard that she has committed similar crimes, that she is a serial non-returner, the claim that she is likely to commit similar crimes in the future is called into doubt.
But make no mistake. The law enforcement agency in question, and the law enforcement officers who were involved in the arrest, did exactly what they were supposed to.
The function of the police is not to decide who is right and wrong, that is for the courts to decide. (Take my word for it, you never want to live someplace where the cops decide who is guilty and who is innocent.) They might not actively pursue suspects of rather minor crimes, as that would be a misuse of scarce resources, but they are tasked with arresting anyone with an outstanding warrant that might stumble into their grasp. And that is exactly what they did.
Which is why I strongly urge my students to never speak to a police officer if at all possible, particularly if you are forced to defend innocent life with lethal force. No matter how in the right you think you are, talking to the cops will gain you exactly nothing. It is for the local prosecutor or grand jury to decide if the case goes to trial, and it is for the judge to decide if you spend time in jail for your actions if the case does land in court.
So you almost certainly will be arrested if a criminal forces you to defend yourself, and at the least you will be detained while the cops sort everything out. If this happens in the United States then you should sit tight, button your lip, and repeatedly insist that a lawyer be provided.
Whatever you do, don’t argue with the police! What do you think they will do when confronted with someone who looks like this?
My duties at work require me to walk into the mail room and shipping department from time to time. Every time I did so, I was reminded very strongly of pizza.
What the heck? Did the mail room supervisor by pizza for his crew every lunch?
It took me some time to figure it out, but it wasn’t the odor of left over pizza that was bringing on a hunger for a double cheese and pepperoni. Instead it was the cardboard boxes that were stacked up in every available space.
So why would the odor of cardboard be linked to pizza in my mind? Don’t have a clue.
In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.
“That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die”.
I came across a mostly Russian language blog named Retro-Futurism. It celebrates old visions of what the future was supposed to bring.
Amazing pictures of the lives we would lead, just as soon as THE FUTURE finally arrived.
For some reason, THE FUTURE was going to be populated mainly with extremely attractive women!
That young woman is clothed from ankle to neck in perfectly opaque material, but I am still unsure if the picture is entirely safe for work!
Why is she carrying four spare cartridges of .454 Casull ammunition on her belt? Apparently the future was a dangerous place!
It also seems to be littered with machines that don’t understand the concept of “personal space”.
I always give my dog a smack on the nose when he does that.
Looks like a programming glitch to me. Since the machine has no idea about personal privacy, maybe the operating code was written by the NSA!
Anyway, I recommend the site if you find the subject to be of interest.
Lots of unburned propellent spewing from the muzzle. Reminds me of when I was experimenting with Blue Dot powder during my reloading days. That was some filthy stuff, always leaving parts of my gun black from residue. I remember the grey cloud of dust and smoke that would pop out in front of the barrel every time I fired.
Still, it keeps selling. Someone must like it!
Glenn brings us a news article concerning an anti-gun advocate who campaigned hard for a law which would make it a felony to enter school grounds with a gun.
As you might imagine, this freedom destroying buffoon has been caught bringing a gun into a school!
Click on that last link and read what friends and supporters of the criminal are saying. “Just an honest mistake!” “He didn’t mean any harm to anyone!”
Something tells me this tool will never do any jail time. If it was a Conservative gun rights advocate in his shoes, I bet the same poeple would be screaming for his head on a pike.