This past weekend, I had the opportunity to spend some time with some like-minded people (as well as a pair of very strange individuals), in order to receive classroom and hands-on instruction on a variety of topics including map reading and navigation, first aid, radio communications, first aid, proper draw, grip, and use of a pistol in defensive situations, and quite a few other things.
Among these lessons are the following:
1) Narcotics, extreme heat, and exercise are a generally bad idea.
One student in the group was suffering from a knee injury being treated medically with morphine patches at the time, who fell out while walking across a field in the East Texas heat.
2) It's generally best to go over safety information beforehand, so everyone knows where everything is.
There were several current and former members of the medical profession in this group, and there was a fully-equipped first aid kit on site. I was toward the rear of the group when the call to get the kit, so I dropped everything and hauled ass toward the campsite to get the kit. Unfortunately, I heard "Get the kit! It's in the back of my truck!", and I had no idea what truck it was in...or the fact that the medic was, in fact, driving an SUV and not a pickup.
3) If you have equipment considered "essential", and it runs on batteries, make sure you have good batteries.
When you're carrying a hand-held radio for purposes of communicating with someone else in deep woods, and you can't see or hear the person you're trying to communicate with, your radio is dead weight when your batteries die.
4) You should have paid more attention in school.
Some of the most basic instruction we sat through during the classroom sections of the weekend were stuff you likely could have deducted from what you learned in the 9th grade...math, especially. Stuff learned in the map-reading/navigation portion makes a lot more sense if you have a basic understanding of geometry.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Thursday, June 14, 2012
The smallest minority
Most of us within what is commonly known as the "liberty movement" are aware that, at the core of the idea, the world's smallest "minority" is the individual person.
To us, it's not about "black rights", "gay rights", "women's rights", "immigrant rights", or "pasty white protestant heterosexual English-speaking male rights". It's about the human rights inherent within us all and granted by our creator as a member of the human race.
We have the right to be free from the aggression of others, the end.
With that in mind, I have difficulty understanding the opinions of some within the movement, claiming we need to "stick together", "overcome our differences", etc in the aftermath of Rand Paul's endorsement of Mitt Romney.
Sorry, but I wasn't dependent upon someone else's opinions when I chose to vote for Ron Paul in the 2012 primary. I neither asked for acceptance, nor permission, when I voted in the 2008 primary and abstained in the 2010 general election. I did it of my own volition, and don't really give a flying fuck what your opinion of my decision happens to be.
I'm not some trained seal that will bark for a fish or vote for a politician using buzzwords like "freedom" and "liberty". I won't bother go and vote for the "other republican" because he's "anyone but Obama". I won't vote for Obama, because he's going against Paul's opponent. I won't vote for Chuck Baldwin, Wayne Root, Gary Johnson, Ralph Nader, or any other 3rd party candidate.
Likewise, I don't give a damn who you think I should be getting behind, what issues you think I should be supporting, or what you think I should be doing. You don't like my proposed solutions to the problem, or what I'm doing to fight statism? Get fucked, I don't care. You disagree with my unwillingness to vote for some random "replacement Paul"? Get fucked, I don't care. You disagree with the notion that people should resist instead of going impotent when confronted by armed agents of the state? Get fucked, me and my rifle don't care. You disagree with my drinking or eating habits, because they include stuff that may or may not include things you disapprove of? Get fucked, me and my Chelada don't give a damn.
In short, I really don't give a rat's ass about your opinions if they differ from mine. That's the glory of this whole "personal liberty" thing. I can tell you to fuck off if you don't like what I'm doing, or if I don't like what you're doing. You can do your thing, and I can do my thing, and I don't have to give a flying fuck about it.
To us, it's not about "black rights", "gay rights", "women's rights", "immigrant rights", or "pasty white protestant heterosexual English-speaking male rights". It's about the human rights inherent within us all and granted by our creator as a member of the human race.
We have the right to be free from the aggression of others, the end.
With that in mind, I have difficulty understanding the opinions of some within the movement, claiming we need to "stick together", "overcome our differences", etc in the aftermath of Rand Paul's endorsement of Mitt Romney.
Sorry, but I wasn't dependent upon someone else's opinions when I chose to vote for Ron Paul in the 2012 primary. I neither asked for acceptance, nor permission, when I voted in the 2008 primary and abstained in the 2010 general election. I did it of my own volition, and don't really give a flying fuck what your opinion of my decision happens to be.
I'm not some trained seal that will bark for a fish or vote for a politician using buzzwords like "freedom" and "liberty". I won't bother go and vote for the "other republican" because he's "anyone but Obama". I won't vote for Obama, because he's going against Paul's opponent. I won't vote for Chuck Baldwin, Wayne Root, Gary Johnson, Ralph Nader, or any other 3rd party candidate.
Likewise, I don't give a damn who you think I should be getting behind, what issues you think I should be supporting, or what you think I should be doing. You don't like my proposed solutions to the problem, or what I'm doing to fight statism? Get fucked, I don't care. You disagree with my unwillingness to vote for some random "replacement Paul"? Get fucked, I don't care. You disagree with the notion that people should resist instead of going impotent when confronted by armed agents of the state? Get fucked, me and my rifle don't care. You disagree with my drinking or eating habits, because they include stuff that may or may not include things you disapprove of? Get fucked, me and my Chelada don't give a damn.
In short, I really don't give a rat's ass about your opinions if they differ from mine. That's the glory of this whole "personal liberty" thing. I can tell you to fuck off if you don't like what I'm doing, or if I don't like what you're doing. You can do your thing, and I can do my thing, and I don't have to give a flying fuck about it.
Monday, June 11, 2012
The right to resist...
Below is a letter being sent to Representative Dennis Bonnen. Wonder if he'll answer, or duck and run like he did when I asked him about sponsoring open carry?
Representative Dennis Bonnen:
It has recently come to my attention that the state of Indiana passed Senate Enrolled Act 1, which recognizes that the right to defend ones' home against unlawful intruders is still valid when that unlawful intruder happens to be wearing a badge or other ornament on his state-issued costume signifying his employment as a “public servant”.
Please note, this law does not grant carte blanch to any citizen wanting to “go kill a cop” who happens to kick the door in, as it applies only to unlawful entries. Situations where a warrant or probable cause, which would grant legal entry into the home of a private citizen, are not covered in this law.
What this law does accomplish is to give immediate recourse to unlawful force, without having to sue ones' government in a civil court, when a public servant commits such an offense against the homeowner.
Sadly, in the state of Texas, Section 38.03(c) of our penal code states that we have no right to resist an unlawful arrest or search, even if it occurs within the confines of our own homes and it is plainly evident to all involved that that the arrest and/or search was blatantly unlawful.
While I do not wish to see harm done to any person, I do recognize that wearing a badge does not instantaneously change a person into a superhuman justice machine who can commit no wrong.
Will you, as my elected representative, take the initiative and sponsor a bill so our legislature will allow us to be secure in our homes from unlawful aggression as demanded by the Fourth Amendment of the United States Constitution?
Barry Hayes,
Citizen of Angleton
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Representative Dennis Bonnen:
It has recently come to my attention that the state of Indiana passed Senate Enrolled Act 1, which recognizes that the right to defend ones' home against unlawful intruders is still valid when that unlawful intruder happens to be wearing a badge or other ornament on his state-issued costume signifying his employment as a “public servant”.
Please note, this law does not grant carte blanch to any citizen wanting to “go kill a cop” who happens to kick the door in, as it applies only to unlawful entries. Situations where a warrant or probable cause, which would grant legal entry into the home of a private citizen, are not covered in this law.
What this law does accomplish is to give immediate recourse to unlawful force, without having to sue ones' government in a civil court, when a public servant commits such an offense against the homeowner.
Sadly, in the state of Texas, Section 38.03(c) of our penal code states that we have no right to resist an unlawful arrest or search, even if it occurs within the confines of our own homes and it is plainly evident to all involved that that the arrest and/or search was blatantly unlawful.
While I do not wish to see harm done to any person, I do recognize that wearing a badge does not instantaneously change a person into a superhuman justice machine who can commit no wrong.
Will you, as my elected representative, take the initiative and sponsor a bill so our legislature will allow us to be secure in our homes from unlawful aggression as demanded by the Fourth Amendment of the United States Constitution?
Barry Hayes,
Citizen of Angleton
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Exercising my right to not vote...
I'm gonna clue you in on something right quick-like. I'm an anarchist. If you know me, and haven't figured this out yet, you must be mentally deficient.
That said, yes. I support the presidential campaign of Congressman Ron Paul. Why would an anarchist do such a thing? Well, it's for two reasons, really.
1) As my congressional representative, he has a proven 30 year track record of honesty.
2) While an anarchist such as myself is content to sit at home and live out my life as freely as possible, I pick my battles as I see fit. I fight them here at home, calling public attention to the injustices and aggression found within our local communities, be it issues with police, city council, et cetera. Dr. Paul, on the other hand, has chosen to take his "small-government" message to Washington. He is in the position to effect change instantaneously on a federal level, and has pledged to do so.
You see, the President of the United States has the authority to direct every federal agency, and this authority has been granted to him by the constitution of these United States. One of his campaign pledges has been to eliminate ONE TRILLION DOLLARS from the US federal government's budget.
While congress alone has the authority to approve the spending of federal tax dollars by federal agencies, the president alone has the authority to allow these agencies to use these tax dollars. If one were to cut a trillion dollars from the federal budget, there would instantaneously be millions of federal employees without jobs.
That is the end result I, as a supporter of Dr. Paul's work, would refer to as "a good start". For this reason, I would rather see Dr. Paul as president over any other current candidate.
I voted for him in the 2008 primary. I gave him my vote in the 2010 election. I was a district delegate in the 2010 election cycle. I've been a registered republican for quite some time now. It's not exactly as if I've completely abandoned politics, or have never been a part of it. I have my credentials, do you?
And I didn't vote in the 2008 presidential election, because Dr. Paul dropped out of the race.
Why? We were given the choice between a warmongering statist who thought the ultra-rich should pay a 0 to 5% income tax while making their money from hedge funds and other capital gains as the working man forks over a third of his paycheck, who thought it was a great idea to torture innocent civilians and lock them away indefinitely without charges in foreign countries, who thought our civil liberties were useless relics of a by-gone era, who thought we should be using drone attacks on defenseless innocents around the globe to benefit the military-industrial complex, who thought we should keep imprisoning people for what they chose to ingest...or we could choose to vote for John McCain.
Personally, I'm proud of choosing not to vote for either one of them.
Not only do I stand behind my choice in 2008 (and in 2012, provided Dr. Paul does not win the RNC nomination), but I also question your choice...
That said, yes. I support the presidential campaign of Congressman Ron Paul. Why would an anarchist do such a thing? Well, it's for two reasons, really.
1) As my congressional representative, he has a proven 30 year track record of honesty.
2) While an anarchist such as myself is content to sit at home and live out my life as freely as possible, I pick my battles as I see fit. I fight them here at home, calling public attention to the injustices and aggression found within our local communities, be it issues with police, city council, et cetera. Dr. Paul, on the other hand, has chosen to take his "small-government" message to Washington. He is in the position to effect change instantaneously on a federal level, and has pledged to do so.
You see, the President of the United States has the authority to direct every federal agency, and this authority has been granted to him by the constitution of these United States. One of his campaign pledges has been to eliminate ONE TRILLION DOLLARS from the US federal government's budget.
While congress alone has the authority to approve the spending of federal tax dollars by federal agencies, the president alone has the authority to allow these agencies to use these tax dollars. If one were to cut a trillion dollars from the federal budget, there would instantaneously be millions of federal employees without jobs.
That is the end result I, as a supporter of Dr. Paul's work, would refer to as "a good start". For this reason, I would rather see Dr. Paul as president over any other current candidate.
I voted for him in the 2008 primary. I gave him my vote in the 2010 election. I was a district delegate in the 2010 election cycle. I've been a registered republican for quite some time now. It's not exactly as if I've completely abandoned politics, or have never been a part of it. I have my credentials, do you?
And I didn't vote in the 2008 presidential election, because Dr. Paul dropped out of the race.
Why? We were given the choice between a warmongering statist who thought the ultra-rich should pay a 0 to 5% income tax while making their money from hedge funds and other capital gains as the working man forks over a third of his paycheck, who thought it was a great idea to torture innocent civilians and lock them away indefinitely without charges in foreign countries, who thought our civil liberties were useless relics of a by-gone era, who thought we should be using drone attacks on defenseless innocents around the globe to benefit the military-industrial complex, who thought we should keep imprisoning people for what they chose to ingest...or we could choose to vote for John McCain.
Personally, I'm proud of choosing not to vote for either one of them.
Not only do I stand behind my choice in 2008 (and in 2012, provided Dr. Paul does not win the RNC nomination), but I also question your choice...
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
God Bless America!
Today, June 6, is "D-Day". The 68th anniversary of the Allied Powers' landing at Normandy. Tom Hanks' seminal portrayal of Capt. John Miller in "Saving Private Ryan" showed the world what is, perhaps, the most brutal and gory portrayal of war those of us who've never experienced it will ever know...and know this, seeing a man trying to hold his guts in his torso on film is a bit closer than I ever really wanted to see it. I thank God I wasn't there, or for that matter, any other place where men are actively trying to take my life by any means necessary. We should all take a moment to pray for an eternal end to war, and strive to live in peace.
That said, I'm gonna shift gears here for a bit. A while back, I wrote a letter to the pastor of a church I attended in a few times, asking his opinion on certain matters. I must say, I was rather shocked by his response.
Prior to my other half finding this church a few miles down the road from her home, we had been attending a different church in another city. One Sunday, a preacher in that church gave a sermon about Paul the Apostle and his dealings with certain congregations of the early church, this sermon specifically being on the subject of Galatians.
I have always been what most would label as "anti-authority", and reading Chapter 5 of Galatians kinda stuck out with me. If you've never read it, and you're of the libertarian bent, I'd highly suggest you do so.
Anyhow, I wrote the preacher after attending a dinner/gaming night with some of the other "young adults" from the church. During a discussion, one of our group had asked the preacher about the use of violent force in self-defense, from a "Christian perspective".
I learned that the preacher was raised as, according to him, a "defenseless pacifist" who was taught to take the whole "turn the other cheek" thing quite literally. He explained that his views had changed, and he saw no problem with someone using violent and potentially lethal force in situations such as the protection of others or even in cases of home invasion.
It was also around this time that my study of anarchist philosophy was really gaining ground, as well as a revisitation of the Judeo-Christian bible in accordance with my own beliefs as a follower of Christ.
So there I was, writing him this letter. It was no secret that he was not a huge fan of government, especially since the election of the Socialist in Chief. If I didn't know any better, I'd even wager that he might be a closeted member of the John Birch Society...not that such a thing would, in any way whatsoever, be a bad thing!
My questions, essentially, revolved around questions of scale and costume. If it was acceptable to defend ones' life from murder or property from theft when threatened by Tyrone Q. Crackhead, how does one excuse the act of taxation? I reminded him, of course, that taxation is what pays for both government warfare and government welfare...which we were in total agreement as being very bad things.
I also reminded him that resistance to involuntary taxation invariably ended in imprisonment, and that resistance to such imprisonment invariably ended in the use of force by government...which invariably ends in death, if a person resists hard enough.
So I asked him...at what point do "we the people" start to fight back?
He responded with what I've found to be almost stereotypical of those who support the state, especially those who hold a belief in the Christian faith. It almost always ends up going back to Romans 13, and sadly, his personal response was no different. The "submit to your leaders in government", "submit to those who hold you in slavery", etc.
Then I was hit by the "Without government, we would not have the order that God demands of society", which is also something I've heard countless times before.
My response to this, "Do you make a habit of raping, robbing, stealing, or killing? Do you refrain from such activities because government says you can't, or because you know these activities are morally wrong? If you don't do these things simply because you know they are morally wrong, why do you need government?".
If written words could make a sound, his response to these questions would have been a deafening silence.
Today, while viewing all the D-Day art and posts on the internets that occasionally weren't even trying to not look like pro-war propaganda, I came across a photo captioned "God Bless America".
For some reason, it brought me back to the discussion I had with the preacher. If we are to "submit to our rulers", "obey the law", "pay our taxes", etc because it is necessary to preserve some supposed order required by God, how can we honestly ask God to bless a nation born of violent revolution against these very ideals?
That said, I'm gonna shift gears here for a bit. A while back, I wrote a letter to the pastor of a church I attended in a few times, asking his opinion on certain matters. I must say, I was rather shocked by his response.
Prior to my other half finding this church a few miles down the road from her home, we had been attending a different church in another city. One Sunday, a preacher in that church gave a sermon about Paul the Apostle and his dealings with certain congregations of the early church, this sermon specifically being on the subject of Galatians.
I have always been what most would label as "anti-authority", and reading Chapter 5 of Galatians kinda stuck out with me. If you've never read it, and you're of the libertarian bent, I'd highly suggest you do so.
Anyhow, I wrote the preacher after attending a dinner/gaming night with some of the other "young adults" from the church. During a discussion, one of our group had asked the preacher about the use of violent force in self-defense, from a "Christian perspective".
I learned that the preacher was raised as, according to him, a "defenseless pacifist" who was taught to take the whole "turn the other cheek" thing quite literally. He explained that his views had changed, and he saw no problem with someone using violent and potentially lethal force in situations such as the protection of others or even in cases of home invasion.
It was also around this time that my study of anarchist philosophy was really gaining ground, as well as a revisitation of the Judeo-Christian bible in accordance with my own beliefs as a follower of Christ.
So there I was, writing him this letter. It was no secret that he was not a huge fan of government, especially since the election of the Socialist in Chief. If I didn't know any better, I'd even wager that he might be a closeted member of the John Birch Society...not that such a thing would, in any way whatsoever, be a bad thing!
My questions, essentially, revolved around questions of scale and costume. If it was acceptable to defend ones' life from murder or property from theft when threatened by Tyrone Q. Crackhead, how does one excuse the act of taxation? I reminded him, of course, that taxation is what pays for both government warfare and government welfare...which we were in total agreement as being very bad things.
I also reminded him that resistance to involuntary taxation invariably ended in imprisonment, and that resistance to such imprisonment invariably ended in the use of force by government...which invariably ends in death, if a person resists hard enough.
So I asked him...at what point do "we the people" start to fight back?
He responded with what I've found to be almost stereotypical of those who support the state, especially those who hold a belief in the Christian faith. It almost always ends up going back to Romans 13, and sadly, his personal response was no different. The "submit to your leaders in government", "submit to those who hold you in slavery", etc.
Then I was hit by the "Without government, we would not have the order that God demands of society", which is also something I've heard countless times before.
My response to this, "Do you make a habit of raping, robbing, stealing, or killing? Do you refrain from such activities because government says you can't, or because you know these activities are morally wrong? If you don't do these things simply because you know they are morally wrong, why do you need government?".
If written words could make a sound, his response to these questions would have been a deafening silence.
Today, while viewing all the D-Day art and posts on the internets that occasionally weren't even trying to not look like pro-war propaganda, I came across a photo captioned "God Bless America".
For some reason, it brought me back to the discussion I had with the preacher. If we are to "submit to our rulers", "obey the law", "pay our taxes", etc because it is necessary to preserve some supposed order required by God, how can we honestly ask God to bless a nation born of violent revolution against these very ideals?
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Snitches belong in ditches...
So here's my story. Years ago (about 18 years and a few months, if you wanna get technical), I was walked out of my English I class by a high school assistant principle. From there, I was walked down to her office, where I was met by two of Angleton's Finest.
They told me they were going to "be nice", and walk me out to the parking lot before they cuffed me, so no one would see me in cuffs.
My crime was "Delivery of a Controlled Substance"...namely, four dosage units (aka "tabs" or "hits") of Lysergic Acid Diethylamide, or "LSD". The real kicker was, it wasn't even real. It was pieces of an index card wrapped in tin foil, and I was selling them to a classmate for the bargain price of $6 a pop.
A classmate of mine had me convinced that it was an easy way to score some cash. Too young for a job, wanted some scratch. Wrong? Yeah, fuck it. Let's do it. Asked around. "Anyone looking to pick up some acid this weekend? It's this weak-ass whitewater stuff, but a few of 'em will get you off."
A kid in my English class said "Yeah, give me two of 'em." A day later, "Yeah...I'll take two more, I'll have the money tomorrow. We're going camping this weekend, we want to have a good time!".
I was a high school freshman. Never touched a drug in my life, other than a sip of champaign at my cousin's wedding when I was a kid...that I promptly spit out. Never smoked a cigarette, never drank a beer, never did a bong hit. At the time, I wouldn't know what weed looked like if it was rolled up and sitting in front of me.
I was too young for a job, and I got $10 a week for lunch money. Back in the mid-90s, a $20 bill in your pocket when you had no money meant that you could now afford a Dr Pepper in the morning...for a month!
So I sold this kid these little squares of "acid", and got myself pinched for it. Along the way, I learned quite a bit about how the "system" works.
The cops intentionally hauled me off on a Friday, knowing that I would spend the entire weekend in Juvee before anyone could sign off on letting me out.
On numerous occasions, both during and after my weekend stint in Juvee (to this day, my longest period of incarceration, I might add!), I was repeatedly interrogated in the absence of my father...which was and still is nine kinds of illegal.
Both of the plain-clothes narcs who hauled me off were well-versed in the "Good Cop / Bad Cop" routine, with one of them literally threatening to have me raped by what I now know to be a completely fictitious "prison gang" comprised of 7' tall black guys with 13" penises...for the next 40 years.
Both officers, in no uncertain terms, explained that they were fully aware that the "acid" was nothing more than a .25" square of an index card wrapped in tin foil...and that my method of transporting this "dope" would have likely sent me on the trip of my life, had it been real while I was sweating my ass off in gym class...but if I didn't sign the confession, they were going to fake the lab reports and have me certified to stand trial as an adult, where I'd face this roving band of ass-bandits and pray for death when I got convicted and sent to prison. If I signed the confession, they were going to recommend a year of probation.
I got extremely lucky. I didn't get *completely* railroaded by the system. I did a year of Juvee probation, and got released after keeping my nose clean and riding my bicycle to the outskirts of town every month for the meeting with my PO and making my $15/month probation fee payment. Aside from certain fed.gov entities being allowed to see such records, it's now like it never happened.
The classmate who ratted me out told me, very bluntly, "I was just in it for the $50 CrimeStoppers reward."
For years, I was bitter, to the point where I vowed to myself that I would beat this motherless fuck into the ground with the first blunt metal object I could find. Now, I know better. He was just a stupid kid, like we all were at the age of 15, told that he was "making a difference".
If you were to sit a kid down and explain that if you snitch on someone in such a manner, that there will be very real repercussions to your actions, he'd likely have a change of heart. If that kid knows that there exists a chance that another kid, before he's old enough to get a learner's permit and start driving, may become a convicted felon, he'd change his mind if he truly understood. If he knew that such a felony conviction would keep a man from ever getting a real job, getting government financial aid for college, being allowed to vote, being allowed to own a gun, or any of the other things felons are denied, he might not want to be a snitch.
On the other hand, if you pump a kid's head full of bullshit like "You're helping out your community and doing the right thing...here's $50 for your efforts!", you're gonna get a kid who wants to rat off his own mother.
Moral of the story...if you're alive and awake in this day and age, and don't know what snitching on someone that has harmed no one else will do to you, you're a fucking retard. If you know, and do it anyway, I sincerely hope someone puts a bullet in your head...and does it soon.
If you're old enough to truly understand and know better, and still willing to fuck up someone else's life, you deserve no better than what you're willing to do to others.
They told me they were going to "be nice", and walk me out to the parking lot before they cuffed me, so no one would see me in cuffs.
My crime was "Delivery of a Controlled Substance"...namely, four dosage units (aka "tabs" or "hits") of Lysergic Acid Diethylamide, or "LSD". The real kicker was, it wasn't even real. It was pieces of an index card wrapped in tin foil, and I was selling them to a classmate for the bargain price of $6 a pop.
A classmate of mine had me convinced that it was an easy way to score some cash. Too young for a job, wanted some scratch. Wrong? Yeah, fuck it. Let's do it. Asked around. "Anyone looking to pick up some acid this weekend? It's this weak-ass whitewater stuff, but a few of 'em will get you off."
A kid in my English class said "Yeah, give me two of 'em." A day later, "Yeah...I'll take two more, I'll have the money tomorrow. We're going camping this weekend, we want to have a good time!".
I was a high school freshman. Never touched a drug in my life, other than a sip of champaign at my cousin's wedding when I was a kid...that I promptly spit out. Never smoked a cigarette, never drank a beer, never did a bong hit. At the time, I wouldn't know what weed looked like if it was rolled up and sitting in front of me.
I was too young for a job, and I got $10 a week for lunch money. Back in the mid-90s, a $20 bill in your pocket when you had no money meant that you could now afford a Dr Pepper in the morning...for a month!
So I sold this kid these little squares of "acid", and got myself pinched for it. Along the way, I learned quite a bit about how the "system" works.
The cops intentionally hauled me off on a Friday, knowing that I would spend the entire weekend in Juvee before anyone could sign off on letting me out.
On numerous occasions, both during and after my weekend stint in Juvee (to this day, my longest period of incarceration, I might add!), I was repeatedly interrogated in the absence of my father...which was and still is nine kinds of illegal.
Both of the plain-clothes narcs who hauled me off were well-versed in the "Good Cop / Bad Cop" routine, with one of them literally threatening to have me raped by what I now know to be a completely fictitious "prison gang" comprised of 7' tall black guys with 13" penises...for the next 40 years.
Both officers, in no uncertain terms, explained that they were fully aware that the "acid" was nothing more than a .25" square of an index card wrapped in tin foil...and that my method of transporting this "dope" would have likely sent me on the trip of my life, had it been real while I was sweating my ass off in gym class...but if I didn't sign the confession, they were going to fake the lab reports and have me certified to stand trial as an adult, where I'd face this roving band of ass-bandits and pray for death when I got convicted and sent to prison. If I signed the confession, they were going to recommend a year of probation.
I got extremely lucky. I didn't get *completely* railroaded by the system. I did a year of Juvee probation, and got released after keeping my nose clean and riding my bicycle to the outskirts of town every month for the meeting with my PO and making my $15/month probation fee payment. Aside from certain fed.gov entities being allowed to see such records, it's now like it never happened.
The classmate who ratted me out told me, very bluntly, "I was just in it for the $50 CrimeStoppers reward."
For years, I was bitter, to the point where I vowed to myself that I would beat this motherless fuck into the ground with the first blunt metal object I could find. Now, I know better. He was just a stupid kid, like we all were at the age of 15, told that he was "making a difference".
If you were to sit a kid down and explain that if you snitch on someone in such a manner, that there will be very real repercussions to your actions, he'd likely have a change of heart. If that kid knows that there exists a chance that another kid, before he's old enough to get a learner's permit and start driving, may become a convicted felon, he'd change his mind if he truly understood. If he knew that such a felony conviction would keep a man from ever getting a real job, getting government financial aid for college, being allowed to vote, being allowed to own a gun, or any of the other things felons are denied, he might not want to be a snitch.
On the other hand, if you pump a kid's head full of bullshit like "You're helping out your community and doing the right thing...here's $50 for your efforts!", you're gonna get a kid who wants to rat off his own mother.
Moral of the story...if you're alive and awake in this day and age, and don't know what snitching on someone that has harmed no one else will do to you, you're a fucking retard. If you know, and do it anyway, I sincerely hope someone puts a bullet in your head...and does it soon.
If you're old enough to truly understand and know better, and still willing to fuck up someone else's life, you deserve no better than what you're willing to do to others.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
How to defend your home, Texas-style...
1) Get a gun.
Duh. You need a gun to adequately protect your home. Your dog will bark. ADT will call the cops, and they will show up in 7-15 minutes. Meanwhile, there's an intruder in your home.
So what do you get? For the homeowner on a budget, you have two options. Cheap handgun, or pump shotgun. I personally think every man of "fighting age" (18-38 years old) should have a shotgun, handgun, and field rifle...and they should be purchased in that order.
A lot of people look at the 12ga and think it's unusable for home defense, especially when it may be used by a woman. Nonsense! The 12ga is actually the best home defense weapon available. It projects a lot of metal downrange, with almost zero over-penetration danger. Standard birdshot will remove a person's leg at close range, and the recoil from such a load is next to nothing.
A shotgun is also very suitable for use in homes where small children are present. While all firearms should be stored where not accessible by children, a pump shotgun is perhaps the most difficult for a child to fire. On top of having the heft not typically handleable by a 40lb kid you also have the mechanics of racking the slide and kicking off the safety.
While "tactical" models are available, people on a budget should get a standard "duck hunter" model and take a hacksaw to the barrel...for no other reason than the fact that they're generally cheaper. It is completely legal to saw off the barrel of a shotgun, provided it is at least 18" long from breech face to end of the muzzle. If you go from the part where it mates with the receiver and measure those 18", you're more than good in the eyes of the law. You should be able to purchase a name-brand shotgun for under $300, including the Remington 870 and Mossberg 500. I recommend the Mossberg, because it has a tang safety instead of the cross-bolt of the Remington, but that's a personal preference.
If you must get a pistol, DO NOT get a revolver unless you are an experienced shooter. No, they do not "jam" like an auto pistol has been known to do. You are, however, limited to six rounds. A 9mm of equivalent weight of a standard-size .38 will give you 15 rounds...and the ability to reload quickly. The importance of this will be discussed in detail later.
When buying a pistol, buy SIMPLE. I have owned pistols ranging from .22LR target models to a .45 M1911. I recommend a Smith & Wesson Sigma 9mm, because it works. There are more than $10k worth of firearms in my safe. The Sigma is between my mattress and box springs.
2) Shoot to kill.
If you shoot and kill an intruder in the state of Texas, it's generally understood that it's going to be chalked up to "armed homeowner protects his family and property, shoots and kills criminal"...and that's going to be the end of it in the newspapers.
More than likely, unless it's a prior felon with a history of raping kids and setting live squirrels on fire for sexual gratification, you're going to be heavily questioned by the police.
The law in Texas states that you can cap an intruder who has aggressed upon the home. However, if the intruder lives, he can make claims that he knew you, he was invited in, etc. There is also the probability that he may sue you in civil court, turning things into a costly legal battle.
A dead man, on the other hand, can make no such claims.
In addition to the legal aspects of the situation, there is also the self-preservation angle. It is considered a fundamental law of gun safety, that you do not point a firearm at anything you do not wish to see utterly destroyed. This is why you never, even jokingly, point a firearm at anyone. PERIOD. You just don't do it.
Do not (I can't repeat this enough...DO NOT) pull a piece on anyone, in any circumstance, without the very specific intention of putting this person in a very non-alive state. If someone breaks into your home, and you choose to protect your home with a gun, you start pulling the trigger. You should not be stopping until your firearm is empty.
It's long-since been a joke amongst gun owners, regarding the old anti-gun adage that people are more likely to die by their own gun than shoot a bad guy with it. If this is going to be the case with you, let it be because you ran out of ammo and you were beaten to death with your pistol. In other words, do not stop shooting at your assailant. If he's twitching, he's moving...and if he's moving, he's a threat to you.
Repeat after me, kids. "I was in fear for my life. He kept moving, so I kept shooting." Stay at least three feet away from your assailant, for two reasons. First, there is absolutely no way a wounded assailant can harm you, when he is out of harm's reach. Second, there is no danger of anyone spotting "powder burns" on the clothing or flesh of your home invader, and claiming that you have "executed" him.
Keep shooting until you're empty. Then call 911. If he's still moving after you've called 911, reload and keep shooting. This is why you don't buy a revolver for your first pistol.
3) Practice with your weapon.
More importantly, don't be a dumbass when you practice. You're not hunting ducks, nor are you getting ready to audition for Annie Oakley's Traveling Road Show. You play how you practice, so practice accordingly.
First order of business is spending $50 on shells for your weapon and getting acquainted with how to use it, how it's going to act when it goes "bang", how you're going to react to it, etc.
When you get home from that first day at the range, you need to sketch out the floor plan of your home. It doesn't need to be a professional-grade blueprint, just a sketch showing walls and doorways. Take a good look at that sketch, and find out where the longest clear line of sight in your home happens to be. That "line of sight" is the distance where you can stand in one place, and get a clear view to another place.
On a 2500sqft home, you're looking at a structure that's 50 foot by 50 foot. Even if this structure were a perfect square, and you were able to get a clear line of sight to the opposite corner, you're still looking at 70ft. In all likelihood, your maximum line of sight is going to be closer to 40ft.
If possible, don't waste your time on a gun range that offers pistol shooting at 25 yards. That's 75 feet. Find someone who has some land in a non-incorporated (read: RURAL) area. Set up five targets each, at ranges of 5, 10, and 15 yards. That's 15 targets. Have a friend call out specific targets, and practice emptying a magazine into each one.
And yes, this works with a shotgun or pistol. Most importantly, practice. And then, practice some more...
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