There is a bench in front of a tiny storefront police station in a former mining now tourist town.. There, sweat stained Cowboy hat tipped low, well worn 1911 on his hip a fellow is dozing . Two of the towns 3 maybe 4 Peace Officers (including the Chief”) are changing shifts. The screen door is is an old wooden one Green/Blue. If you let it slam it makes a lot of racket. As the Officers pass two feet away from the sleeping fella you can see them turn down their radios and carefully close that screen door.
In Phoenix three Mexican Federale/Narco Terrorists ambush a Patrolmen who stopped them to write a traffic ticket. Gunning him down he is killed. The Phoenix citizen in the car behind takes the Narco Terrorists under fire.. they surrender and he holds them until the Phoenix Police arrive. As part of the investigation the citizen's weapon has to be processed as evidence. That day the Phoenix Police Officer Association/Union went out.. bought and delivered and new pistol to the citizen.
It takes time but that's how it ends, with mutual courtesy and respect.
Which in no small part explains the left’s psychotic opposition to an Armed Citizenry.
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Which in no small part explains the left’s psychotic opposition to an Armed Citizenry.
A couple of decades back, there was a minor fender-bender auto accident across the street from the Tucson gas station where I was filling up my gas tank and knocking off a cold Pepsi in the noonday sun. First thing I heard was the crash, then the sound of a car horn stuck on. I shut off the gas and went across the street to see if anyone was hurt.
I was carrying a 9mm Browning GP at the time, in a crossdraw belt holster on my right side. A car had plowed into a pickup truck, and the auto driver had stepped out, wearing a .38 revolver on his belt. The pickup driver had smacked his head against the steering wheel and was bleeding slightly, and it was his horn that was stuck on. When we helped him out from behind the wheel, I noticed he had a .45 Auto tucked in his Levis pocket.
Helpfully, the gas station attendent had come over with a first-aid kit and told us he'd called for police and an ambulance. Yep, he had a shooter too, a very nice looking little nickle-plated Walther, a PP or PPK.
We got the truck's hood open and pulled the battery cable, shutting off the noisy horn. When the cops arrived, they too had handguns on. By this point, I was expecting about everyone in Tucson was carrying. If there was anyone who wasn't, it may have been the ambukance crew, though I'd hardly have been surprised if there'd been a derringer or snubby .22 tucked away in a boot or pocket there too.
Just a routine auto fender-bender, with everyone involved, participants, witnesses, responders- all carrying. And polite as all get out, taking care of things and people in their course.
Mr. Robert A. Heinlein said it best: An armed society is a polite society....
Which in no small part explains the left’s psychotic opposition to an Armed Citizenry.
A couple of decades back, there was a minor fender-bender auto accident across the street from the Tucson gas station where I was filling up my gas tank and knocking off a cold Pepsi in the noonday sun. First thing I heard was the crash, then the sound of a car horn stuck on. I shut off the gas and went across the street to see if anyone was hurt.
I was carrying a 9mm Browning GP at the time, in a crossdraw belt holster on my right side. A car had plowed into a pickup truck, and the auto driver had stepped out, wearing a .38 revolver on his belt. The pickup driver had smacked his head against the steering wheel and was bleeding slightly, and it was his horn that was stuck on. When we helped him out from behind the wheel, I noticed he had a .45 Auto tucked in his Levis pocket.
Helpfully, the gas station attendent had come over with a first-aid kit and told us he'd called for police and an ambulance. Yep, he had a shooter too, a very nice looking little nickle-plated Walther, a PP or PPK.
We got the truck's hood open and pulled the battery cable, shutting off the noisy horn. When the cops arrived, they too had handguns on. By this point, I was expecting about everyone in Tucson was carrying. If there was anyone who wasn't, it may have been the ambukance crew, though I'd hardly have been surprised if there'd been a derringer or snubby .22 tucked away in a boot or pocket there too.
Just a routine auto fender-bender, with everyone involved, participants, witnesses, responders- all carrying. And polite as all get out, taking care of things and people in their course.
Mr. Robert A. Heinlein said it best: An armed society is a polite society....