I’ll Take Grilled Chicken with Cheese
As I was standing in the line at Wendys, a friend of mine asked my what I thought about the shooting in Aurora. He told me that the guy was armored up and that he wasn’t sure what he would have done about it and asked me what I would have done had I been there. I’m not sure, I said, as it was a terrible situation. About then the Manager came up and said, “Sir, your chicken sandwich wont be done for another 6 minutes.” So I took a chair and my friend sat with me and we discussed the tragic situation.
Since he asked for my opinion, I told him. It went something like this:
People get wrapped up on this body armor thing, thinking that it makes someone invincible. It does not.
One of the perps in the Hollywood shootout was killed when a SWAT officer shot the guy through the foot, dropping him to the ground.
If shooting at an apparent spot doesn’t work, you have to have enough presence of thought to try something else. A bullet proof vest will not stop repeated hits in the same area.
Shoot for the legs, the feet, the arms, you gotta do what you gotta do to make the threat cease. If you don’t have the proper mentality then stay out of the fight. Even if you do have it and you do everything correctly you may still die.
I have been an advocate of carrying full sized handguns for years, just for situations like this. The pipsqueak guns aren’t going to do it. If you have the right mindset and the wrong tools, it won’t do it. You are already at a disadvantage because you have brought a handgun to a rifle fight.
Something else to think about.
Thus far, in mass shootings, we have been very fortunate to have for the most part, whack jobs that didn’t have much of a clue about shooting or killing.
I have always thought that one or two guys with a clue, being gun people and having the right backgrounds could make a active shooter event an absolute night mare for first-responders or any one that was unarmed.
The shooter at Aurora, according to reports was brilliant and at the top of his class. He popped smoke, wore a gas-mask and started shooting. It’s a miracle that no more people were killed than there were. He had a well thought out plan and he stuck with it and one thing that liberals and the news media will ignore is the fact that he chose a target rich environment to do it. He had little threat, if any, of opposition becuase it was a NO GUN zone.
I’ve said many times that if you are qualified to carry a gun, then there is no reason not to be able to carry it anywhere and everywhere. NO GUN zones exist for one reason and one reason only…to placate anti-gun people that generally don’t have a clue about reality.
The fools that go screaming for more gun laws are just that…fools making a lot of noise about something they know nothing about. They think that passing a law that is the right way to go, because they are too ignorant to understand that a law does nothing to prevent a crime, it only serves as an enforcement mechanism after the fact.
Lets repeal those worthless laws and give anyone that would at least a fighting chance. Any chance is better than no chance and at least there is hope that you just might get lucky and live.
As for me, I am tired of stupid laws that give the advantage to an attacker. I am tired of the weak mindsets of people that give up before they even get started because they think they are doomed to failure. I am tired of the talking heads telling me that I am responsible for the acts of a lawbreaker that broke the law 3 states over because I own an “assault weapon”. I am tired of people expecting us to bleat like sheep in the face of aggression. I am tired of this “me, me, me mentality” where someone could have stopped an assault but didn’t because their weapon was only for them or their family.
I wish that everyone that could, if in the same situation, would man up and kill the offender and do it with a passion, a purpose, that would make every single person that ever thought about it at least give pause. I wish that as Americans, we would all possess a warrior mentality where you knew you were dead before you intervened so that you could fight an attacker like you were demon possessed; that if all you had for a weapon was a straw in a cup full of coke, you would grab that straw with your thumb over the end of it and try to screw it through the offenders eye ball.
I’m tired of this wussy thought process of laying down and hoping that you won’t get hurt, and that maybe the attacker won’t see you.
It is not the way I was raised, it is not the way I was trained, and it is not me.
And then the manager came out with my chicken and cheese sandwich…