I suspect that people who are not afraid to get their hands dirty with DIY are willing and able to get their hands dirty in other ways as well.
Didn't Jeff Cooper talk about "copers" and "non-copers" at some point?
I suspect that people who are not afraid to get their hands dirty with DIY are willing and able to get their hands dirty in other ways as well.
Didn't Jeff Cooper talk about "copers" and "non-copers" at some point?
All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.
No one is coming. It is up to us.
In Newark, New Jersey, Anthony Imperiale's Armed North Ward Protection League kept the City's Little Italy from being burned down by rioters in the 1967 Newark Riots. Italian American Newarkers to this day miss Anthony Imperiale's patrols. He was Curtis Sliwa's inspiration for establishing the Guardian Angels.
I can see that and am guilty of it as well with the second set of kids. We adopted our daughters in 2001, they were 3.5 yrs and 2.5 years old, we had fostered them for two years. I was 44 and my wife was 35, we both made okay money, so there wasn't a problem with that, wife was a teacher so she had summers off and I had retired from the Army Reserves so there was nothing for us to do but spoil the kids.
Long story short, both kids swam competitively year-round from the time they were six through high school. Every night swim practice, every morning and evening during the summer swim practice. Every other weekend swim meets.
One of them loved to sing, so she took lessons, the oldest decided she wanted to be in the elementary school orchestra, she ended up playing stringed bass. So now we are juggling swim practice, vocal and bass lessons, as well as going to concerts and recitals. Oh, yeah oldest daughter was playing with our local symphony all through high school.
Oh, yeah, and for three years we go-kart raced most weekends from April to September.
So at the end of high school, both girls were offered swimming scholarships, and the oldest was offered a larger scholarship for her stringed bass. Oldest one took her scholarships and went away to school, hated it and came back home first year. Youngest one saw older sister's experience and said she didn't want to go to college yet.
Neither one of them swims or works out anymore, I don't think the oldest has touched her bass since she came back from college.
I wish I could do it over, for their sakes.
Adding nothing to the conversation since 2015....
If the civilian patrols understand their legal limitations, it might provide some benefit. I would suggest that the civilian patrols develop a friendly and cooperative relationship with local law enforcement.
As with the security guy in the high visibility jacket I see in town center after work, the patrols may have a deterrent effect. Problems may arise with bad guys who realize either party can only call police within their rules of engagement.
The problems I envision are citizens' concerns and an effective response to them. While people get frightened about murders, assaults, and robberies, they become really angry over disorderly conduct, drug use and sales, thefts from and of vehicles and vehicle parts. While the civilian patrols may intimidate some bad guys from committing these acts, any actual action is fraught with legal and physical peril. The civilian patrols can't really detain anyone absent a "citizen's arrest". They certainly can't run name or tag checks through NCIC in hopes of the ultimate immediate problem-solver of an outstanding want. Hopefully, they won't shoot a fleeing property offender.
Best of luck to the civilian patrols, but to paraphrased Mas, I will wait for them here.
I'm calling something. The 1950s weren't as sugar coated as people believe. Some of those vets were men that Condi Rice's father was protecting his family from. Some were great men, just like every other generation. People behaved themselves in the small town I grew up in because they would have been ostracized if they didn't. Social pressure kept everybody pretty much in line. No one carried a handgun, although the gas station owner kept a pistol in his desk drawer (he never got robbed, but neither did anyone else). Now, everyone I know has a CWP, but you're saying that people won't take responsibility for their own safety.
"Gunfighting is a thinking man's game. So we might want to bring thinking back into it."-MDFA
Beware of my temper, and the dog that I've found...
So, you are probably right about the 1950's not being as wonderful as they were made out to be. I wasn't around then, so I can't say for sure. I think what we can say for sure is that every society, at any given time, has its fair share of buttholes walking around - the 1950's included. I guess the question I would pose is, would you feel better about your loved one walking down the street alone at night in Big City/Small Town U.S.A. in the 50's or right now? It seems that *on the whole* things were more stable and just better, than they are right now. For sure, there are a ton of factors at play in this, not just the veterans that were and are present. It sure feels like things started to slide in the 1960's and have trended downward since then. One glaring example of that, as noted upthread, is that now a defender not only has to deal with the "street fight", but there is a good likelihood that same defender will then have to fight again in court. I don't think that was as much of a concern in the 1950's.
RE: your last sentence... I know more than a handful of people who, at least say, they are willing to "take responsibility for their own safety" and I take some comfort in that. But again, I don't see how the idea of gun control becomes a thing without a good many people abdicating the responsibility for their own safety. When golf is far and away a more popular pasttime than the shooting sports, well, you're going to get the society we have right now, which, in my opinion, isn't great. I say we convert all the golf courses into shooting ranges and make America great, again... (seriously).
All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.
No one is coming. It is up to us.
Roomie redid her appliances, complete with installation. That was fine with me, but the last time that she replaced her microwave (the old one shit the bed), I installed it over the stove. But I'm getting too old for that shit.
When I was a kid, my brother and I helped Dad with plumbing repairs and installing a new dishwasher. Dad said it was a happy day for him when he could afford to have someone else do the work and he could enjoy the weekends.
If we have to march off into the next world, let us walk there on the bodies of our enemies.
Ohio was pretty stupid in that regard. IIRC, the rule was it was permissible to carry a gun if a prudent man would have armed himself.
A friend carried a Sig P230 in .380. She had an active order of protection against an ex who worked in the next building over. I asked her once about the gun when I caught a glimpse of it in her bag. She said she'd rather have to deal with the cops than the coroner.
If we have to march off into the next world, let us walk there on the bodies of our enemies.