Last week, I had occasion to call my local cops. I called the regular dispatch line, not 911 to report two twenty-something young men I didn’t recognize, dressed in gray hoodies and jeans, walking down the middle of our street. They seemed to be together b/c they were talking to each other, while walking slowly, going part way into driveways and along sides of houses. To me, they appeared to be looking for an open side door, or keys in a car....I just didn’t know. I requested a cruiser to swing by to *check them out*. Turns out I was home alone with my grand daughter. I checked to be sure the Super Vinci 12-GA had shells in it and waited....and waited...and waited. 25 minutes passed and the cops came by. 25 minutes! An eternity....in which *anything* could happen.
Wish the author of this article was with me to see why *waiting* for the cops is BS.
And the importance of the 2A...maybe there would be a convert. [I know...I’m a dreamer.]
According to the compassionate left (reading between the lines), there is no need for the police to hurry - you’ll probably be dead anyway...