Neanderpundit

I have worked hard all my life to make sure I had the right to carry. I contribue to pro 2a groups where I can, and I am very vocal about the basic human right I believe self defense to be.

Personally, though, i usually don’t carry. Here’s why.

I believe in a higher power. I believe when he wants me, he’s gonna get me. And when it’s not my time, he’s gonna see to it that I come out OK.

This has served me well. I’ve faced down guys with guns on multiple occasions and been shot at and even shot. I’m still here.

SOme of the people who accosted me are no longer here, though not through any action on my part. Some of them are in jail. At least one is living a pretty normal life now.

I have trusted the Creator and my wits to get me out of bad situations. I got into bad situations a lot because I hung out in rough places. I had my ass kicked a lot of times. A lot. Sometimes the Creator said to me “You got yourself into this. I’ll make sure you don’t outright die, but for the rest you’re on your own”. And I did. There were emergency room visits. There was time spent in hospital beds. There were court appearances.

I always considered the act of carrying the easy way out, and I never took the easy way. If it was tough, that was for me.

Times have changed, and I have hostages to my fortune. SO I do a couple things differently. I don’t go places where I’m highly likely to get shot,or be in other danger, and I certainly don’t take my family to those places. But as is proved over and over again, staying away from nominally dangerous places does not keep one from danger.

So I have become a lot more carry-conscious. I wear clothes that let me conceal. I keep my senses sharp and my eyes and ears peeled. I have the best situational awareness I can.

I have some help in this, because for many years I was voluntarily in situations where I might have to get myself out of trouble unarmed, and it helps to be one mental step ahead of the belligerent drunk at the end of the bar, the couple in the corner booth about to get in a fistfight over his/her infidelity, or the random asshole who wanted a piece of me just because he could. Sometimes I had to fight my way out, and as often as possible I absconded, discretion being the better part of valor. Not drinking has helped me immensely in this respect; a fat old man who is sober is a great match for a drunken ninja or a golden gloves boxer who is half in the bag.

Relying entirely on a weapon to protect you is bag-of-hammers dumb. You have to have all the skills to use the weapon, but you have to use the most powerful weapon of all, your brain. Your firearm is the tool you use when your brain fails you, or when the opponent(s)are immune to brains.

or a democrat, (but I repeat myself)go read this public service announcement.

because I’m sick to death of the discussion.

A marriage is the commitment you make to one another. period.
If you and your partner are really in love, you know that, already. Nothing on earth can change that, ever. if you’re really in love.

Any couple, regardless of sex, deserves the same legal rights as any other couple. This applies as much to Neal and Bob as it does to the opposite sex aging couple living together for convenience who would no more have sex than a tennis ball and a pickup truck.

Nobody is denying gay couples the right to make a commitment to one another, and if anyone does, I will kick their ass.

The issue of marriage, in case you’ve been living under a rock, is about this and this alone: Militant gays want to damage the church because the church will never accept their lifestyle. If you don’t get this, you probably never will.

Through history, if you see a group of people whining to be allowed to join an institution, like a country club, or an all-male military academy, or a basically religeous institution like marriage, their aim is not to be inclusive, but to destroy that institution. Plain and simple. The moment there is nationwide “Gay Marriage” there will be a call to force the churches to allow gay marriage, or be put out of business. This is that road. Want to go down it? I sure as hell don’t.