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Here are a few of my commentaries. Published by Michigan Coalition for Responsible Gun Owners (www.mcrgo.org) and Ted Nugent (www.tednugent.com)
Watch for my next book coming in December 2009:
"RKBA: Essays, Articles and Commentary on the Right to Keep and Bears Arms"
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Taking out the Trash
Last weekend I was in Southwest
Michigan teaching a CPL class to 15 students. My partner and
co-owner of Midwest Tactical Training (www.mwtac.com)
Larry Jackson, was up front teaching the NRA’s four levels of awareness. They
are, quite simply, “unaware, aware, alert, and alarm”. One of our students
raised his hand and said, “I don’t think I want to live that way.” Larry asked
the student (his name was Bill) why he felt that way, and his answer was really
quite thought provoking and eloquent. “I don’t want to live that way, because I
think it would drive me crazy. I’m afraid of spending so much time looking out
for bad guys that I lose sight of the good things in life, like my wife, the
most wonderful person in the world. I don’t want to be so concerned about evil
that I miss all the good things in life.”
Larry and Bill went back and forth a few times, and then I
stood up and responded in an attempt to allay his fears. I said, “Bill, being
aware of your surroundings is not an emotional act that consumes you. It has
nothing to do with emotions at all. It’s a matter of balance and practice.
After a while, you do it without even thinking about it.”
I’ve long believed that most of personal and family defense
has little to do with firearms. Like all of us say “A firearm is a tool of last
resort”. We carry the tool as a “just in case”
insurance policy. However, if we do have to clear leather, then chances
are we may have fallen short in other areas. Perhaps we unnecessarily
frequented a bad neighborhood. Perhaps we challenged when we should have backed
off. Perhaps we chose the “wrong” friends. Never underestimate the power of the
best form of self defense: a smile and a
kind word. But most of the potential altercations we face can be averted by a
sharp mind, that is constantly aware of our surroundings.
Retired Police Officer, Dave Spaulding, wrote a great
article about it called “What Really Happens in a Gunfight?” In the article,
Mr. Spaulding talks about interviewing over 200 survivors of gun fights, some
law enforcement, some military, and some civilian. It was interesting to note
that many of the “winners” (spelled “survivors”) of gunfights were not caught
off guard. They had taken the time to prepare by practicing with their firearm,
participating in shooting competition, routinely using visualization
techniques, and by staying aware of their surroundings. All these things
combined to shorten their “startle response” time. Startle response is simply the
length of time it takes you to respond to a violent encounter.
As a former Marine, I understand that the best advantage in
any battle is the element of surprise. Throughout history, the element of
surprise has been the deciding factor in all kinds of battles. When that mugger
jumps out from behind a bush and waves a knife in your face, he expects you to
submit. Why? Because this is not his first time. He has mugged many people and
has never been resisted. The element of surprise is on his side. Most common,
non-CPL holding people (most sheep) are defenseless to resist, so they wet
their pants instead and have no choice but to trust to the good nature of a
recidivistic madman who may or may not kill them. That’s not good enough for
me.
I’m not going to get into exactly “how” to respond in such
an attack for two reasons: 1) it’s
beyond the scope of the article, 2) I could never cover it sufficiently on
paper. There are just way too many unknown and changing variables in a violent attack.
This type of training should occur in person.
But this much I can safely tell you: Awareness and preparedness is the foundation
of self defense. Whether you fight or whether you flee, your response should be
predetermined and immediate. It will be more difficult to kill a person who is
prepared and expecting a fight. When your startle response is nil, the element
of surprise shifts from the bad guy to you and your chances of survival are
significantly improved.
Practicing the four levels of awareness: unaware, aware, alert,
and alarm, is something you should do out of habit, like looking in your
rear-view mirror before changing lanes. It’s a common-sense safety issue. It’s
a fact of life that we live in a dangerous world. It’s like taking out the
trash every Tuesday morning before heading off to work. We don’t do it because
we like it or because it’s fun. We do it because the trash is there and it
needs to be taken out or it will adversely affect our lives.”
I remember many years ago after getting out of boot camp,
that whenever I visited the mall or went into a room with dozens of people, I
was a nervous wreck. I was always on full alert, trying to watch everyone at
the same time. It was an impossible task, and I soon learned that balance in my
life was key to survival and to happiness. I toned it down.
On the other hand, we don’t want to take the ostrich route,
denying that evil exists and is a danger to us. We don’t want to bury our heads
in the sand. If we live long enough, our luck will run out and that can only
end in one way: a body-shaped chalk
line.
“Stay Alert – Stay Alive”: anyone familiar with self defense
and the military mindset knows that this mantra was repeated many times by the
late Colonel David H. Hackworth, God rest his soul. He was a true American warrior,
and he lived what he preached. So do I. And so should you. Ninety percent of
personal defense is what we do “before” the attack occurs. Get prepared, stay
aware. Stay alert – stay alive. It’s not an emotional thing. It’s just taking
out the trash.
Skip Coryell lives with his wife and children in Michigan. He is the
author of five books including Blood in
the Streets: Concealed Carry and the OK
Corral and the Second Amendment novel We
Hold These Truths. He is an NRA Instructor and co-owner of Midwest Tactical
Training, teaching CPL classes in both Michigan
and Iowa. To
find out more about Skip, his classes and his writing, go to www.skipcoryell.com and www.mwtac.com
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A Question of Courage
I have long believed that the fate of the Second Amendment ultimately
lies in the hands of women, so Jeanne Assam is a comforting ray of hope for me.
Let’s face it, the women outnumber us men, so if they don’t support the right
to keep and bear arms, then it could well fall idly onto the ash heap of
history as a good idea that just didn’t stand the test of time. We can’t let
that happen.
Gun ownership by women is on the rise in this country. As an
NRA concealed carry instructor, I can tell you that 6 years ago only 10 percent
of my students were women, but now that number has risen to about 25 percent.
And this pleases me. We need more women shooters. In my experience, they tend
to become better shots than many of the men. After all, accuracy is 90 percent trigger
pull, and women have a much gentler touch than us clumsy, meat-handed men.
I remember last week when I first heard the news of the
Omaha Mall shootings. My first thought was “Oh no. Here we go again. The
crazies will be out in force.” And they were. I told myself I would not write
an article about that shooting. I find it depressing to constantly pour over
all the details in dozens of news articles about deranged killers shooting
innocent men, women and children with impunity. So, despite the fact that
others expected me to speak out, I kept silent. It was a short-lived
pen-slinger sabbatical.
But there’s one thing I recall about last week’s news
coverage that stunned me. I was listening to a female reporter interview a middle-aged
woman who had been in the mall during the shootings.
Reporter: So what did
you do when you heard the shots and realized that people were dying?
Woman at Mall: I ran
back into the store. I got as far back as possible, and then hid inside a closet.
Reporter: Well thank
you very much for your time. You are a very brave woman.
Woman at Mall: I
didn’t feel brave. I was terrified.
There’s a reason she didn’t feel brave; it’s because she
wasn’t. She was a sheep. And there’s no shame in that so long as you’re willing
to face the fate of a sheep. In my book Blood
in the Streets” I make the following statement:
“Sheep are born and
bred for one purpose: to be killed and
to have their parts processed into something useful by predators. They stand on
the hill and go “Baa”, as they’re being slaughtered. “
Jeanne Assam is a woman, but she is certainly no sheep.
Not many news sources are reporting this, so few of us
realize that there was not one, but three armed security guards confronting the
shooter at the entrance to New
Life Community
Church. There were three worshippers
who drew their firearms that day, but only one who left the safety of cover to
gun down the man who hated Christians and who had vowed to kill as many as he
possibly could. It was a woman, Jeanne Assam, who stepped out from the safety
of cover and advanced toward the heavily armed shooter. He shot at her three
times but she continued to advance all the while yelling for him to surrender
and returning fire. As in most mass shootings, the killer turned the gun on
himself as soon as he was met with a determined citizen with equal force. She stopped
the deranged murderer, not just with bullets, but also with love and with courage.
And she did so while two armed men remained under cover, either unwilling, or
unable to get the job done.
In the light of all that’s happened, I respectfully submit
that courage is not defined by one’s gender, but by one’s actions. We need more
women to carry pistols. It would appear that there just aren’t enough brave men
out there who are ready, willing and able to stand guard over the flock. It
would also appear that some women have more courage than some men. Jeanne Assam
may have been afraid, but she overcame that fear with love for the innocent
sheep she was tasked to protect. She confronted the wolf and said, “no more –
you shall not pass” and then she put him down. Without fear, there is little
opportunity for courage.
When my wife heard that the hero was a woman, she smiled and
raised her right hand up for me to give her a high five. She said, “Yes! Way to
go!” Women need heroes as much as men, and when that hero is a woman, then it’s
all the more inspiring and empowering to them. Men, it’s time to step up. Yes,
I’m a strong and able concealed carry instructor. I’m a hunter, an outdoorsman,
and a Marine. But today gents – my hero is a woman!
And I have three words for all you pistol-packin’ women out
there: You go girl!
Skip Coryell is a Michigan Native, currently residing in Iowa. He is the author of
five books including Blood in the
Streets: Concealed Carry and the OK
Corral, the Second Amendment novel We
Hold These Truths, and the new thriller
Church and State. He is an NRA Instructor,
teaching basic and advanced concealed carry classes in both Michigan
and Iowa. To
find out more about Skip, his classes and his writing, go to www.skipcoryell.com.
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The Hearts and Minds of Soccer Moms
A few days ago I was giving a book signing in Iowa. About 30 people
showed up and I talked for about an hour about the craft of writing.
Afterwards, almost everyone there bought at least one book. It was a good day.
But the best part of the day came later as I was about to
leave. A middle-aged woman stopped me and said, “I just wanted to tell you that
I read your book Blood in the Streets
and I hated it!” I was a bit surprised, interested, and somewhat amused. I
looked her in the eyes, judged her character and saw a good person. I asked
her, “So why did you hate reading my book?” Her answer went something like
this.
“I read the first chapter and I was so disgusted that I put
it down and said I would never pick it up again. I hate guns!” I nodded my head
and she continued.
“But then the following week I read the second chapter, but
I put it down again vowing never to read more of it.” She was silent for a
moment, almost as if in agony. I stayed silent, waiting for her to finish.
“Later on I read another chapter and another and then
another. Eventually, I read the whole thing and now I agree with you. We do
need guns even though I hate them.”
I smiled and responded. “So what did I write that kept you
coming back for more?”
She smiled as well. “It was the way you kept talking about
family and protecting the ones we love. And now that I’ve heard you in person I
know that it’s real. Women should be able to protect their children, even if
they have to use a gun to do it.”
We talked a few minutes more and then she bought another
copy of the book for a friend. Afterwards, I got to thinking about the whole
battle for the hearts and minds of women. I think us men just don’t get it
sometimes. We argue solely with our heads to the exclusion of our hearts,
whereas many women focus most on their feelings. In my opinion, the right to
keep and bear arms movement needs the support of women or it will never endure.
Men and women need to come together, to meld their hearts and minds, their
intellect and their feelings, in a show of unity and solidarity. Too many of us
try to convert women to the cause using fear tactics, or constitutional
arguments, when, in reality, most women don’t care about that. They just want
to love and be loved and to raise their children in peace and harmony. Men are
quick to beat the drums of war, whereas women are the last to send their sons
and daughters to fight and die. Men would do well to remember that.
When you talk to a woman about guns, don’t talk about guns.
Talk about her family. Talk about her children whom she loves and reveres. In
general, women take care of children more than men, therefore they are the
primary protectors of those children. They need the right tool for the job. A
woman with a cell phone is no match for a criminal with a knife.
Women are just as smart and capable as men, but we have to
speak their language. When you are talking to a woman about the need for CCW,
always remember one thing: “The way to a
woman’s mind, is often through her heart.”
Skip Coryell is a Michigan Native, currently residing in Iowa. He is the author
of five books including Blood in the
Streets: Concealed Carry and the OK
Corral and the Second Amendment novel We
Hold These Truths. He is an NRA Instructor, teaching CPL classes in both Michigan and Iowa.
To find out more about Skip, his classes and his writing, go to www.skipcoryell.com.
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I’m not Dead Yet!
A few months ago I
received a most generous offer to join the American Association of Retired
People (AARP). Disgusted, I tore it up and threw it away. The following week, I
received another one. I threw that one away too. But they just kept sending
them. Apparently, someone thinks I’m no longer young. How can that be? I’m only
50 years old. Oops! Did I just say “50 years old”?
The next day, I
stood in front of the mirror after my shower for an honest, objective
evaluation. There are wrinkles around my eyes; my hairline is receding towards
the back of my head like a puddle drying in the hot summer sun; as if on cue,
bushy follicles are growing in my ears, nose and on my back. Thirty years ago I
was a United States Marine. My torso rippled with lean muscle and I routinely
did 25 one-handed pushups with both arms just because I could.
Life is not fair.
Just when I become wise enough and economically advantaged enough to enjoy
life, my body falls apart. I feel like my physique has gone AWOL and I don’t
much like it!
So what does this
have to do with personal protection? Everything! I am quickly becoming one of
the weaker animals in the herd, and every wolf within 50 miles is checking me
out to see if I’m an easy prey. I find it frustrating and very disconcerting. I
suspect that my feelings are common with baby boomers. Yesterday I taught a CPL
class and half of them were my age or older.
When a wolf watches
the caribou herd, he instinctively knows who is old and weak, and he waits for
them to lag behind. Once they are alone, the pack pounces and has its fill. But
I’m not quite ready to be eaten and neither are the other “elderly” CPL holders
I taught yesterday. Many of my students are in their sixties and seventies and
some even in their eighties. I find hope and inspiration in their indomitable
effort, and in their resilience and unwilling determination to stay one step
ahead of the wolf. They won’t go down without a fight and neither will I!
I am heartened by
headlines such as this from Plantation,
Florida:
Retired U.S.
Marine Disrupts Robbery
According to the
article, two “young”, armed men attempted to rob a Subway sandwich shop.
When these young whippersnappers (21 and 22 years old) tried to force 71-year-old
John Lovell into the bathroom, he pulled out a gun and shot both men, one in
the head and the other in the chest. One died and the other was found hiding in
the bushes barely clinging to his life. Once again, God created men, but Samuel
Colt made them equal.
Here’s another
article that caught my eye:
72 Year Old Former
Marine Beats up Pickpocket
Bill Barnes was buying a lottery ticket at a convenience store when a
“young” (27 years old) thief tried to steal his wallet. Did old Bill cry foul
and cower in a corner waiting for the police to arrive? Not on your life! Weak,
decrepit old Bill turned and beat the crap out of the man, pummeling him with
seven punches before the store manager could intervene and rescue the thief. Check
it out on YouTube. It’s a breath of fresh air.
Men like Bill and John are my heroes, because they never
give up. Even though the wolf is at the door, they calmly say “Come on in
youngster. Let me teach you a thing or two.” I can relate to them both. In my
head, I realize what time is doing to me. I’m on the downhill side of my life,
and my body is very slowly dying. But in my heart, I still feel like the
20-year-old Marine doing one-handed pushups. The conflict between my heart and
my head is an amazing and wonderful contradiction.
I’m 50 years old, while my wife is 31 and my youngest child
will turn 2 next month. While many men my age are content to sit on the porch
in the rocker, bouncing their grandkids on their knees, I find myself fighting
Father Time with all my heart and getting ready to pop out more puppies.
Although I can see the wolves out on the fringe of the herd, watching me,
waiting, looking for any sign of weakness, I stand and I defiantly say “Come on
in boys. I may be old, but I’m not a caribou. I’m a man. And I’m packing a nine
millimeter with +P ammo and plenty of it.”
I want to encourage all of you “elderly” folks out there to
resist the toll of time for as long as you can. Don’t give in to it without a
fight. There’s still plenty of fun to be had out there, so go ahead and buy
that motor home and tour the country. Don’t be afraid of the wolves. Instead,
look them straight in the eye like the man or woman you used to be and say “Go
ahead punk! Make my day!”
We may be old, but we’re not dead yet! Get trained! Get
armed! Stay alert and stay alive – for many more years to come.
Skip Coryell lives with his wife and children in Michigan. He is the
author of five books including Blood in
the Streets: Concealed Carry and the OK
Corral and the Second Amendment novel We
Hold These Truths. He is an NRA Instructor and co-owner of Midwest Tactical
Training, teaching CPL classes in both Michigan
and Iowa. To
find out more about Skip, his classes and his writing, go to www.skipcoryell.com and www.mwtac.com .
Here are some commentaries that were published by Ted Nugent on his website www.tednugent.com
Hell in a Handbasket
I wake up every morning afraid to watch the news. I used to
look forward to informing myself, and I always viewed it as a prerequisite to
good citizenship. But I’m not so sure I have what it takes to be a good citizen
anymore. Sunday morning a police officer murdered 6 teens in Northern
Wisconsin. (At the time, my family and I were less than 30 miles
away from the murderer.) Less than an hour ago a 14-year old walked into Success Tech
High School in Ohio and started shooting. Early reports say
he had a gun in each hand and shot 2 teachers and one other student. I watched
the news for 15 minutes, but then I had to turn off the television to recover.
It seems to me that the world has gone to hell in a
handbasket, running, hurrying, speeding toward destruction. I fear for my
children everyday. I wait on the front porch as they get on the bus every
morning wondering . . . will they come home tonight? I don’t think life was
supposed to be like this. How did things get so bad?
Mothers and fathers are drowning their babies, putting them
in microwaves, hanging them, shooting them. Husbands and wives are beating each
other, dismembering one another, and killing each other with reckless abandon.
The world today makes me sick! What happened? How did we get this way? Is there
any hope?
And then I open the Bible and it all becomes a little more
clear. I read about parents sacrificing their children to the god Molech. I
read about brothers selling their siblings into slavery. I read about one race
enslaving another. Even the holiest book on the planet is testament to man’s
brutality. So I’m forced to conclude that we have always been this way. The
only difference is the 24-hour news channel brings it all (or most of it) to
light for us the moment it happens. We see pictures of human-wrought carnage in
our own living rooms, and we sit with our children trying to explain why they
need not fear, when, deep down inside, we know there is every reason to fear.
Or, perhaps that’s part of the problem. Maybe most of us
aren’t sitting with our children, eating dinner, watching the carnage, trying
to help them process it and makes sense of it all. I find it difficult to
explain to my 11-year-old son why a classmate would resort to killing his
friends - primarily because I don’t have the answers. I don’t think anyone
does.
Nonetheless, I think it’s crucial that we talk about it with
our kids. The ostrich approach will not work; it never has. Our kids need us to
talk about it with them and try to help them make sense of the madness. It’s an
impossible task, but perhaps if more parents spoke daily to their children,
watched them, listened to them, hugged them, corrected them, perhaps, just
perhaps, fewer angry, confused 14-year-olds would walk into schools shooting
their friends.
My friends on the left say gun control is the answer. I say
no. I say child control is the answer. I have noticed that when I don’t spend
enough time with my children they get into more trouble. But the moment I start
to wrestle with them, tickle them, talk to them. They get happy again and their
behavior improves. When it comes to children, an ounce of prevention is worth a
ton of cure – because there is no cure. Once the shooting starts, it’s too late
for talking.
In an hour and forty-five minutes my 11-year-old son will
get off the bus (I hope) and we’ll watch the news together. He will sit there
quietly because that’s the way he is. But I’ll talk to him about the shootings.
I’ll tell him to run away from the school if it ever happens. If the bad person
catches him, I’ll instruct him to fight until he escapes. And I’ll tell him
that sometimes people just go crazy. I’ll tell him that some people are evil.
And then he’ll ask me questions that I can’t answer; that in a perfect world he
would never even have to ask. But since when have we lived in a perfect world –
not since the garden of Eden.
You can talk to your kids until you’re blue in the face, but
when words fail, when they pale to the task, when evil reaches out and snatches
the breath of hope from your lungs, just reach out and hug your children. Press
your face to theirs and gently rumple their hair with your hand. Yes, when my
son comes home, I’m going to hug him, play with him. And I’ll tell him that no
matter what else happens in this crazy world, that he can always count on my
love. I will always be here for him.
Even if the world goes to hell in a handbasket, tell your
kids that you love them, that God loves them, and that these are unwavering
constants. There is evil in the world, but there is also good. Teach your
children the good in life, because they won’t see it on the news.
- Skip Coryell –
Author of five books, including
“Blood in the Streets: Concealed Carry and the OK Corral”
www.skipcoryell.com
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America’s New
Mentality – “Cower and Die”
I’m a stay-at-home dad and the primary caregiver for our
1-year-old son. Even now, as I type this article, there is a 40 caliber
semi-automatic pistol on my right hip. I carry a pistol 24/7, 365 days a year. Sometimes it’s a nuisance,
but I will never kneel at the feet of a madman and whimper while he shoots me
and the ones I love. Instead, I will take careful aim, and double-tap the
center of exposed mass until the murderer falls to the pavement, no longer a
threat to the innocent in society. When faced with a weapon-wielding madman, I
don’t hide beneath a desk, cowering in the hopes that he’ll shoot someone else
and then move on. I don’t roll the dice and hope for the best. Instead, I take
responsibility for my own defense, and I attack. That’s what real parents do.
They protect those unable to protect themselves, and they do so aggressively
and without apology.
Having said all that, I, too, would have been helpless to
stop the killing at Virginia Tech, or Columbine, or Pearl,
and even at the University
of Iowa. What do these
places all have in common that render a normally competent, personal protection
instructor impotent? They are all pistol-free zones. I like to call them
criminal safe zones, where bad guys can feel safe and free to exact all manner
of evil upon us, the unarmed public, upon our unarmed defenseless and innocent
children. Our government, in its infinite folly, has disarmed us, then
broadcast for all criminals to see, exactly when and where they can kill the
most unarmed people. It’s like a bowling pin shoot: the government lines us up, and the bad guys
shoot us down. And when questioned about this insanity, the legislators and
other politicians say; “we’re doing this for your own good”. I haven’t heard
that since I was a child. But I’ve got news for you politicians – I’m not a
child any longer, and I know what’s best for me. When the government starts
making laws that preclude me from protecting my one-year-old son, then it’s
time I campaigned to replace them. Consider yourself forewarned. The people
hired you, and the people will fire you.
Yesterday, a crazed, lone, gunman, executed 32 people at the
Virginia Tech campus. Today, politicians (our leaders) are calling for more gun
control. Call me daft, but I don’t get it. Where’s the logic? Isn’t one
definition of insanity “doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting
different results?” We’ve tried gun control. It didn’t work. It failed us, and
it failed our children. It failed us at the University of Iowa
in 1991. It failed us at Columbine
High School. It failed us
in Pearl, Mississippi,
and now, it has failed us again in Blacksburg,
Virginia.
Why is everyone on television acting so surprised? This is
logic 101. If you disarm everyone except crazed murderers, then only crazed
murderers will have guns. Let’s face it, most people don’t have the expertise
or the guts to disarm a gun-wielding madman.
Forgive me for sounding harsh, but gun control is killing
us. It’s killing innocent children all across our country, and it’s been
killing them for decades. Why? Because we don’t have the guts to stand up to
our politically correct legislators and tell them no! Enough is enough! Stop
killing our children! All across America, even in states where tens of
thousands of people have been trained and licensed to carry a gun for
protection, people are hiding under desks, jumping from 2nd floor
windows, and cowering beneath the muzzle of a deranged killer. As a general
rule, the people who cower in the face of determined evil, are the people who
die in a pool of their own blood. It’s time America – it’s time to fight back!
But do the people of America still have the guts to
stand up against elected officials? I honestly don’t know. Are we Americans? Are
we men and women determined to protect our families, or have we all become
sheep, content to follow the shepherd over the precipice to the jagged rocks
below? Columbine and Virginia Tech are not good omens. The victims there were unarmed
sheep, who hid beneath desks and chairs, simply cowering before they died. They
said “Baa” as they were being slaughtered.
Something basic to our society has to change. It’s time to
stand up and fight while we still have the means to do so. And if our
politicians tell us we can’t protect our children in a daycare center, or a
post office, or a church, then we show them the door. We vote them out. We
recall them. We take out the trash. That’s the attitude that America was
founded on. Somewhere along the timeline, America has lost it’s way, we’ve
lost our instinct for survival; it’s no longer “fight or flight”; it’s just
plain “cower and die”.
Where did Americans ever get the idea that they could
successfully outsource personal protection? I know a guy who won’t trust another
man to mow his lawn, because only “he” can do it right and to his own satisfaction.
But that same particular, finicky person walks around all day long trusting
total strangers, who aren’t even present, to protect the one thing he cannot
replace – his own life.
A word of caution: don’t
think that the terrorists aren’t watching, because they are, and they’re taking
notes. Once they realize that most Americans are nothing but sheep waiting to
be slaughtered, then it’s Katy bar the door, because every terrorist and his
grandma will be over here killing as many American infidels as they can. America has
ceased to be the “land of the free and the home of the brave”, and instead has
become a target-rich environment, the “ignorant and blissful land of cower and
die”.
The police cannot protect us; it was never so. The police
have their place and their job, but it was never their responsibility to be the
bodyguards of every man, woman and child in America. That job is a personal
responsibility that most of us have forsaken. It is my job to protect my
family; that’s why they’re called “my”
family and not “your” family. I feel
silly saying things so basic to life and truth, but, sadly enough, these things
need to be said. Trying to outsource personal and family defense will always be
a losing proposition.
Take responsibility for protecting yourself and the ones you
love. Go ahead and outsource your lawn, but no one can protect your family
better than you. It’s your job! Do it! Don’t give in to the “cower and die”
mentality. Instead, crawl out from under that desk and fight for your life. It’s
a decision you can live with.
