Aspie1 wrote:
I don't agree with hating weapons; they're a Great Equalizer. I saw this little poem on a billboard once. Read and remember.
Violent thugs
Won't dare attack,
If their victim
Might shoot back.
I can see we have three camps here.
1) People who are completely pacifist and will let themselves be exploited mercilessly.
2) People who are non-pacifist, but have strange confidence in the magic of weapons that will somehow be only in their hands and not in the hands of their aggressor.
3) People like me, who wouldn't hurt a fly, normally, but...
Anecdote:
I was going to my cousins funeral, where I was doing some of the organising, so I was carrying quite a bit of cash. We were having trouble finding the funeral parlour, and I had got out to walk around looking for it. This was in a rather un-salubrious part of East London. (That's an understatement)
I was smoking, there was no one else in sight, except for a guy who came up to me and, I forget the exact words he used, but he asked for a cigarette... not politely... more "demanded a fag".
I'm not too quick on the whole "body language" thing - but in this instance it was a bit like "shouting". If I gave him the cigarette, he'd mug me and earn himself about 300 quid.
What he wasn't ready for was me giving him a cigarette, but simultaneously asking him when the funeral parlour was. I exuded all the confidence of my Kung Fu training, even though I hadn't done any for twenty-add years.
He was completely confused, said "How should I know" and walked (almost ran) off.
The thing is, I still feel that confidence. I used to get "sand licked in my face". I learned how I didn't need to put up with it. I have never hurt anyone. The nearest I have come is... another story.