I had a gang in New York city try to kill me about 34 years ago because I dared talk to one of their girls, they chased me for about an hour in my car 4am in the morning, sometimes reaching speeds of 100 mph (of course no cops pulled me over) and a few times almost cornered me in back streets shooting out my rear window, and just by sheer luck I managed to get away by driving on a sidewalk and in front of a tractor trailer. I tell people who are against guns: Try having your life threatened. Your opinion on guns will change in a nano-second. That is the only thing I thought about the entire time: “I wish I had a gun I wish I had a gun I wish I had a gun.” Liberals have no freakin’ idea what they are talking about if they never had their life threatened and nobody is there to help. Your mouth goes completely dry, your legs shake like you are going into a seizure, and you basically prepare yourself for what could be the end. The feeling of helplessness is unreal and this kind of stuff happens every single day. Gun control doesn’t save lives: It does the exact opposite - It gets people killed. Can you believe in New York city they don’t even allow Auxiliary cops to carry? And this was the result a few years ago:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FLqtOqmawW4
About 20 years ago I had just dropped off a friend in front of his house and pulled away from the curb when a pickup truck barreled around the corner from behind and the driver thought I had pulled in front of him purposely - so the idiot followed me for about a mile - until we stopped at a red one car back. He threw his truck in park and leapt out of the cab. I could see him pull his knife a second before it and his arm came through the top of my partly opened driver side window. I bent his arm completely downward and twisted his hand. While we struggled the light changed and the car ahead vanished. I gunned it turning left onto a long, nearly empty boulevard. As his feet started to go out from under him I punched it - still holding his wrist. I was doing forty before he realized the situation he’d put himself in and by then it was over. I just released my grip and when he face planted he made a nice “pop” on the pavement before coming to a skidding halt alongside the curb. When he picked himself up all the fight was gone along with half his face.
Oh, did you open yourself up to questions! :-)
While riding my one-speed bicycle home from my summer job, I was threatened by union thugs - two big, muscular guys in a truck. I was barely old enough to work, outside the school year, with permission from the school, and I was small/skinny for my age. It was certainly less dangerous than gangbangers, but only because I did exactly what they told me to (quit my job, since I wouldn't join their corrupt union). Since then, I have been a strong believer in martial arts training as a backup, and in armed self-defense as the preferred option.
“...I tell people who are against guns: Try having your life threatened. Your opinion on guns will change in a nano-second. That is the only thing I thought about the entire time: “I wish I had a gun I wish I had a gun I wish I had a gun.” ...”
That’s pretty much the standard reaction to life-threatening situations, my friend. I’m glad you’re still here.
Carry anyway. Quietly, and discretely. If you have to use it, you at least have a fighting chance. If you don’t have it, you’re dead.
That’s a REAL easy choice to make.
When the law endangers my life, I’m under no obligation to obey it. Competing Harms.
If we’re to call ourselves Free Men, we should behave like Free Men.