For those of you who read my Scotsman’s journal, you know that yesterday, a law allowing those with a GFL/CCW can now carry in restaurants and on MARTA went into effect (his post with linkage and background info on the law. While I know there are some on this list who are deadset against guns, and more than likely it means friendships will be set aside as a result (though, for the few who I know don’t like them in their house, I retain that respect for your personal/sacred space), I’ll be getting my sidearm here shortly.
Why? Well, as much as I am a completely badass ass kicker, my training – as well as several of my training partners – has also allowed me the reality, that even with that, I can still get my ass handed to me by anyone determined to harm my life, or take something from me. The current social patterns have shown, that giving a criminal what they want, does not always mean they will stop there…especially if they have a weapon of any sort pulled on you.
I mention some of my training partners, because one is a big woman, and not just in weight – also in height and general size. She’s not, what could be called a sissy girl, but having seen her thrown around, I know that it wouldn’t matter my size. Strength, regardless, will ALWAYS be my weakness, and even moreso when I am injured. I’m sorry, but modern feminism aside, there is always going to be a physiological difference between men and women. And when it comes to a physical test of strength, particularly with a size disparity, a woman will lose. Sure, add our brain smarts in, and our dirty little tricks that we’re perfectly capable of throwing out there, and we’ve got a fighting chance. But I would much rather have an additional tool my toolbox, then have to hope to the high heavens that I won’t have something dislocated, broken, be knocked out or killed during the course of preventing a crime against me, or the attempt at taking my life.
In my opinion, when someone pulls a weapon on me, they are telling me that my life is worth less than what they want from me. At that point, they place their own worth as less than I place my own worth. And if that means I have to kill them to survive, so be it. Does this mean I advocate everyone carry? No. If you’re not willing to use the weapon you carry, you increase the chance that it will be used against you. But I can tell you right now, if I see anything happening to you, I will do my best to make sure that you are alive when all is said and done.
I was working alone at my office in Buckhead, when I heard someone enter the waiting area. After about 5 minutes, I heard someone rummaging through my office. I walked out of my session, and found a guy about 6″ and 300lbs going through my desk. I asked him what he was looking for, and he made up a bullshit excuse as to why he’d been in there. He left, saying he was coming back later. I called the police and let them know what this guy was doing and that he was in the area. I got lucky. 2 weeks later, he came back. Gave the same bullshit story to my boss, saying he was going to come back. He never did, we called the police again. Since then, our front door is locked, between clients, and while we’re in the office alone. We got lucky. We have a police precinct right around the corner from us, and an emergency clinic across the street. Because of the way the streets are, and traffic flows, if something were to happen, first responders would still run in the 10-20minute response range. One good shot to one of us, or a good cut will be too fast for survival. So, if that makes me too paranoid, so be it. I’d rather have too many tools on me, than none at all.