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You don't seriously believe he's going to provide that link - any more than he's going to cite the law(s) I "broke" in 1993. Prevarication and outright lies: the favored tactic of demagogues everywhere.
When I was a kid, there was a loud bang from across the street followed by a blood curdling shriek and the sound of breaking debris. My mom produced her .38; my dad started across the street with his .357, joined by a couple of neighbors - one with his 9 millimeter, and the other with a 12 gauge. Fortunately, it turned out to be a homemade beer operation gone wrong. The shriek came from the cat who wound up at the vet.
It's a good thing Mr. Hall Monitor wasn't there to see all those scary, dangerous guns. He might've stroked out.
Here's another guy brandishing his pistol, which according to Mr. Hall Monitor is illegal. He's sure to be a sad clown when he sees the cop complimenting the vile gun owner and shaking his hand.
Mr. Hall Monitor, legal expert that he is, appears certain I broke the law during my encounter with the crackheads. I'm delighted to give him the benefit of the doubt as long he can cite the relevant statute(s). The jurisdiction was Pierce County Washington, 1993. Incidentally, not only did the state trooper congratulate me, so did the Pierce County Sheriff's Deputy who rolled to the property after the statey called it in.
Mr. Hall Monitor reaches colon, and digs deeper. "Why didn't you just keep driving and call the police?"
Two questions there; the answer to the first is that I chose not to. There is no mandate for a property owner to run away from a punk or capitulate to a bully. I had little choice in any case. An old Plymouth attached via towbar to a Ford Ranger on that property with its two-track dirt road obliged me to engage the crackheads regardless, outnumbered 2 to 1 with at least one of them swinging a piece of rebar (or as Rhys might say: one or two pounds of cold iron). Fortunately, my Makarov 9x18 meant it didn't result in violence. As for the stray rounds you're so concerned about, I can guarantee that had the worst case scenario transpired I wouldn't have missed at that range.
The answer to question #2 is that I did drive away and notify the police after the crackheads ran off.
"So you initiated the contact and broke the law by brandishing a weapon."
That remark is so breathtakingly asinine one scarcely know where to begin. It is categorically not against the law to "initiate contact" with trespassers and notify them they're on private property and need to leave. It is also not against the law to produce a weapon when one of the trespassers threatens you with his own. The state trooper I flagged down after I drove off not only agreed, but complimented me.
I'm actually a little irritated that one of our resident crybabies nuked your post; I believe your epic stupidity should to be on display for all to marvel at.
Finally, I'm amused (in a 'look at the village idiot' kind of way) at your obsession with "macho", which couldn't be less relevant. Sounds like you may be trying to compensate for some deficiency in your own life. Project much?
Mr. Hall Monitor is in rare form once again. In his world, using a gun to to end a confrontation non violently "equal(s) more gun violence."
He's here all week, folks. Tip your waitress!
You're right of course. I'm sure Jeanne Assam would have fared just as well with a crucifix in her hand instead of one or two pounds of cold iron.
The solution is obvious.
No one is suggesting it's your problem, Rhys. I'm grateful me and my dad were armed on those two occasions. If you would have preferred that we had left our guns at home, "that's your problem, not mine."
I don't really give a fig that you prefer to be unarmed. If you object to law-abiding citizens who choose differently, "that's your problem, not mine."
And I'm really pleased that Jeanne Assam took her Beretta to church the day that douchebag came calling.
Civilian defensive gun deployments often result in the weapon never being fired. I've been involved in two such incidents.
Famous Family Story: While I was an infant, my parents took a day trip to the mountains.
We stopped at one of their favorite spots. At some point during our stay, a couple of bikers rolled in. Dad could tell they were trouble, so he packed wife & kid into the car. During the load up, one of the bikers shouted at Dad to hand over “summa that g00k %#$$y” (Mom was Asian). Loudmouth wheeled his hog behind the car, blocking the exit. He dismounted, walked to the the driver's window & leaned in to find himself looking down the barrel of Dad’s .357. Loudmouth backed away slowly and returned to his bike. He and his compadre saddled up and rode off.
Less famous family story: When I was in my 20s, I owned a 1965 Plymouth Barracuda which I towed to a building my dad owned for storage. The building was somewhat off the beaten path in a semi-wooded area. As I pulled in, there were a couple guys about my age sharing a crack pipe. I rolled down the window & said "Hate to tell you guys, but this is private property." One of them cursed, picked up a piece of rebar and advanced. I let him see my pistol at him and told him to simmer down. Both men split.
No shots fired, nobody hurt. Examples of the type of defensive gun use that is seldom reported, where the gun is brandished but not fired. Estimates range from 100k to 2.5 million annually. Not only are those instances frequently not reported, they are often not included in official analyses of defensive gun usage.
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