Ann’s latest post brings out the cave dwellers still amongst us. Not all would agree with me that it is an excellent, thought provoking read, nor, obviously, agree with me that personal liberty starts right in the space one occupies.
I reluctantly accept the latter though sometimes my gag reflex cannot be suppressed. This, a quote from one “Buz” who read her piece – one of those who fits the “Breed you should not” category – “Ann Barnhardt got her widdle outrage on! ‘Then… he touched me.’ Wa Wa Wa.”
So… I almost got in a fistfight today (plus a repost of “Hard Truths About Combat Tactics” with an instructive cat video)
Talk about a confluence of events. So I have been meaning to repost my essay about emergency combat tactics, such as if a gunman walks into a church or auditorium or grocery store and starts spraying. I re-read my original piece and had thus been thinking about the concepts therein, and, sure enough, I was in a situation today that drew on that dataset and I was able to apply it.
I stopped into a church today intending to pray the whole Rosary (all 15 decades) sitting before Our Lord reposed in a tabernacle. I got through the Joyful Mysteries when a crazy man/professional panhandler entered the church begging for handouts. He zeroed in on me and wouldn’t relent. I tried to ignore him. Then… he touched me. Continue here.