The comments are great. Examples:
I actually feel less safe knowing it took 60 police officers to wrestle one old cowboy to ground on his way to show-and-tell at the retirement home.
That gun is so old, you have to make the sounds for it when/if it shoots.
You recovered the Lost Pistol of Indiana Jones!
The antique gun is a .38 S&W Hopkins and Allen XL double action center fire, which would be unsafe if used to fire smokeless ammunition.
Sohrab Ahmari spent an evening besieged by roving gangs of looters at 55th & Lex. NYC’s strict Gun Control laws, and prevailing hoplophobia, assured that he would be unarmed and defenseless.
As every parent knows, children can sleep through anything when theyâ€™re tired enough. So it was with our two kids Monday night. They snored away, oblivious to the buzz of helicopters overhead, the constant wail of sirens â€” and the distinct crack of gunshots that rang out at around 10:40 somewhere in Midtown East, where we live. Their parents, on the other hand, were bundles of racked nerves.
I went downstairs to see for myself. In the four hours that followed, I felt the insecurity of lawlessness and disorder more acutely than I ever had before â€” and Iâ€™ve filed datelines all over the Middle East, including from the front line of the Iraqi Kurdish war against the Islamic State.
But I wasnâ€™t the hero of these four hours. That role belonged to our two doormen, whom I will call Alfonso and Johnny â€” unarmed, upright, working-class people of color who were all that stood between the families in our building and the savagery of a depraved mob below.
Iâ€™d ventured out earlier, before the 11 p.m. curfew, which weâ€™d soon learn was a toothless fiction. At the corner of Lex and 55th, a few neighbors and I watched young men and a few women heading somewhere, typically in packs of four or five. A Cohenâ€™s Optical and a Verizon store were already smashed in, and some of the, er, protesters would walk through the broken glass and loot whatever struck their fancy; we avoided eye contact.
The NYPD had a presence at that corner, mind you: A regular squad car had blocked off 55th westbound, and we saw police vans going about this way and that. At one point, riot cops even got out of two of their vehicles and geared up, but then they got right back in and drove away. Not one officer confronted the ongoing looting, either because they feared being overwhelmed, I suppose, or because they had bigger fish to fry elsewhere.
They wonâ€™t come to our block, I thought. We have no sexy stores to loot.
My optimism was misplaced. When I went downstairs that second time, Alfonso looked alarmed: â€œUnless you absolutely have to go out,â€ he said, â€œplease stay inside.â€ He neednâ€™t have said anything: Instantly, I spotted more of those roving packs walking, sometimes running down our block, some heading west, some east â€” and some staying put and observing us through our glass entrance before moving on.
As I arrived, Alfonsoâ€™s shift was about to end and Johnnyâ€™s was about to begin. Johnny, it seemed, had no idea what was awaiting him. An agreement was reached: Alfonso would stay for an extra hour, partly to buck up and prep Johnny, partly because he wasnâ€™t sure it was safe for him to go home (in a different borough). I decided to stay, too.
â€œCan we lock the doors?â€ I asked.
â€œWell, sure,â€ replied Alfonso. â€œBut if they wanted, you know they can just break the glass and walk in, right?â€
Buttigeig strikes a macho pose with an AR in uniform in order to denigrate the significance of the Second Amendment from the perspective of a warrior familiar with guns who carried weapons like this in Afghanistan.
The reality isn’t very impressive at all, as Greg Kelly and Katie Horgan explained in the WSJ.
When Mayor Pete Buttigieg talks about his military service, his opponents fall silent, the media fall in love, and his political prospects soar. Veterans roll their eyes. …
But Mr. Buttigiegâ€™s stint in the Navy isnâ€™t as impressive as he makes it out to be. His 2019 memoir is called â€œShortest Way Home,â€ an apt description of his military service. He entered the military through a little-used shortcut: direct commission in the reserves. The usual route to an officerâ€™s commission includes four years at Annapolis or another military academy or months of intense training at Officer Candidate School. ROTC programs send prospective officers to far-flung summer training programs and require military drills during the academic year. Mr. Buttigieg skipped all thatâ€”no obstacle courses, no weapons training, no evaluation of his ability or willingness to lead. Paperwork, a health exam and a background check were all it took to make him a naval officer.
He writes that his reserve service â€œwill always be one of the highlights of my life, but the price of admission was an ongoing flow of administrativia.â€ Thatâ€™s not how itâ€™s supposed to work. The paperwork isnâ€™t the price of admission but the start of a long, grueling test.
Combat veterans have grumbled for decades about the direct-commission route. The politically connected and other luminaries who receive immediate commissions are disparaged as â€œpomeranian princes.â€ Former Trump chief of staff Reince Priebus became a Naval Reserve officer in 2018 at age 46. Hunter Biden, son of the former vice president, accepted a direct commission but was discharged after one month of service for failing a drug test.
Mr. Buttigieg was assigned to a comfortable corner of military life, the Naval Station in Great Lakes, Ill. Paperwork and light exercise were the order of the day. â€œWorking eight-hour days,â€ he writes, was â€œa relaxing contrast from my day job, and spending time with sailors from all walks of civilian life, was a healthy antidote to the all absorbing work I had in South Bend.â€ He calls it â€œa forced, but welcome, change of pace from the constant activity of being mayor.â€
During a November debate, Mr. Buttigieg proclaimed: â€œI have the experience of being commanded into a war zone by an American president.â€ The reality isnâ€™t so grandiose. In 2013, he writes, he â€œmade sure my chain of command knew that I would rather go sooner than later, and would rather go to Afghanistan than anywhere else.â€
Arriving there, he â€œfelt a sense of purpose, maybe even idealism, that can only be compared to the feeling of starting on a political campaign. I thought back to 2004 and John Kerryâ€™s presidential run, and then remembered that it was during the campaign that I saw the iconic footage of his testimony as the spokesman for Vietnam Veterans against the War.â€
The comparison is telling. Mr. Buttigieg has just started his time in a war he says heâ€™s idealistic about, but he daydreams about John Kerry protesting Vietnam after he got back. Many veterans detest Mr. Kerryâ€™s â€œiconicâ€ 1971 testimony, in which he slandered American servicemen. But it did launch a decadeslong political career.
Mr. Buttigieg spent some five months in Afghanistan, where he writes that he remained less busy than heâ€™d been at City Hall, with â€œmore time for reflection and reading than I was used to back home.â€ He writes that he would take â€œa laptop and a cigar up to the roof at midnight to pick up a Wi-Fi signal and patch via Skype into a staff meeting at home.â€ The closest he came to combat was ferrying other staffers around in an SUV: In his campaign kickoff speech last April he referred to â€œ119 trips I took outside the wire, driving or guarding a vehicle.â€ Thatâ€™s a strange thing to count. Combat sorties in an F-18 are carefully logged. Driving a car isnâ€™t.
â€œToday Evil Walked Boldly Among Us, Let Me Remind You, Good People Raised Up and Stopped It Before It Got Worse.â€
YouTube: “This video has been removed for violating YouTube’s Terms of Service.”
Clearly undermining YouTube’s preferred political agenda violates YouTube’s Terms of Service.
The West Freeway Church of Christ videos and streams its services. The camera caught the moment when a hooded man stood up, pulled a shotgun and opened fire this morning.
Watch the man in black stand up at the top of the frame.
[T]his is a textbook version of a good guy with a gun taking down a bad guy with a shotgun. Even though weâ€™ve been told by all the smartest people that the whole good guy thing is a myth.
Two people have reportedly been killed, including the shooter, and one person is in critical condition. But had the church not had armed individuals in the congregation and ready to respond, this could have been a far worse situation than it already was.
For that reason â€” because an armed individual used a firearm to stop a threat â€” look for this story to get far less intense or ongoing media attention than it otherwise would have.
The Tarrant county sheriff at press conference noted:
â€œToday evil walked boldly among us, let me remind you, good people raised up and stopped it before it got worse.â€
Gun Control, Hoplophobia, Japanese Sword, Katsujin-ken Satsujin-to, Katsujinken satsujinken, Left Think, YagyÅ« school
These Japanese radicals are pronounced Katsujin-ken Satsujin-to (sometimes, Katsujinken satsujinken) meaning “The sword which kills is the sword which gives life.”
They are often rendered more explicitly in English as “The sword which cuts down evil is the sword which preserves life.”
This adage is attributed to the masters of Yagyu school, the Tokugawa shoguns’ personal instructors in swordsmanship.
And those Yagyu school sword sensei-s were right. The rightful use of weapons is essential in an imperfect world to defend innocent lives against unjust violence.
A wider commitment to skill at arms and a more common readiness to defend the innocent would be infinitely more effective at saving the lives of victims of attacks by madmen and criminals than a totalitarian program attempting to enforce universal disarmament.
In case after mass shooting case, a gun in the hands of the right bystander could have been the gun which destroyed evil and the gun which preserved life.
The latest couple of manifestations of a trend fostered by devoted media coverage and attention resulted again in all the typical expressions of the phobic attitudes of members of our over-domesticated, metrosexual intelligentsia toward firearms.
Guns are regarded as detestable and intrinsically dangerous objects which need to be kept under official control at all times, ideally in bank vaults. Their complete removal from American society is so unquestionably desirable that even house-to-house searches, and the shredding of the Bill of Rights, would be a perfectly acceptable price.
Obviously, this kind of policy proposal represents not a practical response to a real problem, but rather an irrational and emotional outburst, indifferent to benefits and costs, oblivious to process and law, expressive of an overwhelming combination of fear and aversion so profound as to dispense completely with practicality, proportionality, and cause and effect.
This kind of hostility toward firearms, this hoplophobia, needs to be recognized as the kind of irrationalism that it is.
In a sane society, familiarity and skill with arms, possession of the ability to defend oneself and others would be looked upon as essential components of every man’s education.
(A revised posting from 2007.)
My background check into Beto O’Rourke, who wants to “buy back” my guns, finds he makes violent threats on Twitter and has a history of drunk driving and hit and run. I don’t think Beto is legally qualified to buy a gun at this point. My guns have been safer and less violent OUT of Beto’s hands
Cat Urbigkit writes books and raises sheep and Hereford cattle in Sublette County in Western Wyoming. If you raise sheep, wolves are a serious problem. Cat has also occasionally run into human predators and she consequently look upon guns as essential tools.
I continue to renew my [concealed carry] permit when it comes due, even though most of the time I openly carry a firearmâ€“ because I keep guns in my work truck as a rancher. Iâ€™m a woman who works alone outside on most days in a remote region that is home to numerous large carnivores, so yes, I am armed.
Firearms are valuable tools in my life, just as necessary as standard fencing pliers, rope, an assortment of gloves made from leather, cotton, and wool, and the ever-present shovel.
My firearm use is a result of my personal journey. As I became more proficient with each gun, and we have changes in our lives and on the ranch, my need for various types of firearms and calibers changes. Much as the case of our shovel collection.
Living on a ranch, we have numerous types and styles of shovels: plastic shovels to push snow off our steps; strong but lightweight shovels strapped onto snowmachines; short, narrow shovels to dig up weeds; wide, curved shovels for firefighting; manure shovels; and traditional wooden-handled shovels in every ranch truck. Each shovel is best-suited for specific tasks, as each firearm we wield.
Iâ€™m disappointed to listen to national news media talk about gun ownership in America as though it were an alien idea. Interviews with gun owners are rare, and tend to involve either members of the gun lobby, or people at a shooting range â€“ both of which are members of our â€œgun culture,â€ but neither of which are representative of the varied users of guns in America.
When major media in our nation talk about guns, the discussion involves speakers in metropolitan areas, usually after a horrendous tragedy. They arenâ€™t airing interviews of people who take their children out with gundogs to hunt birds; elk hunters preparing for mountain trips theyâ€™ve dreamed about for years; former military members who enjoy competitive shooting sports; women who train to never become victims; gun collectors dedicated to preserving history; or ranchers who use firearms as tools, to name a few.
Our stories may be alien to those who havenâ€™t shared the same life journeys, but they are the stories of American gun ownership. In a way itâ€™s no wonder we donâ€™t hear our stories in national media. With the current gun debate so narrowly defined, what gun owner would be willing to be interviewed by a national network or news outlet? The risks are great: nuances will be missed; statements can be taken out of context for a soundbite; and the internet backlash/cyber bullying by cowards with keyboards is nearly guaranteed.
Weâ€™ve become the silent majority.
It always amazes me that urban nincompoops in New York and other big cities, who know absolutely nothing about guns, are perfectly prepared to offer detailed regulatory schemes affecting people like Cat Urbigkit living in the remote wilds of Wyoming.