Gun Control & RKBA
In reply to the discussion: Gun related post here, feel free to avoid the territory [View all]Ghost in the Machine
(14,912 posts)neighborhood watchman and stalked a black kid just because he didn't recognize him... *after* he was told by police dispatch to remain at his vehicle until an officer arrived.
I don't know if he really broke any current Fla laws, since I moved away from Miami in 1994, but I can say one thing... I'm 52 years old, right at 6'3", 220 lbs and disabled, but if some strange fucker is following me around at night when I'm minding my own business you can bet your ass I'm going to confront him and ask him what his problem is.
When I was much younger, around 21 or 22, I had a dumbass stick a .44 Magnum in my face because he thought I was trying to take his girlfriend from him. I had an 8-ball of coke and about a half a bottle of Jim Beam in me and felt 10 feet tall and bulletproof. I started pushing my forhead into the barrel of his gun and daring him to pull the trigger. I was watching hid eyes the whole time and could see that he was getting flustered. I kicked him in the nuts and when he doubled over I punched him in the temple and snatched his gun from him and knocked him to the ground with it. I stuck the barrel down his throat, thumbcocked it back abd said "let me show you how to do this boy". I pulled his head up off the ground by his hair then took the gun out of his mouth and shot it into the ground right beside his head. The blast and sound broke his ear drum because I saw the blood start running out of his ear. I took the rest of his bullets out of the cylinder and threw them as far as I could and pistol-whipped his ass then told him "you just had your one chance to kill me. If I EVER see you within 100 yards of me again I'm going to kill you just for the principle of it". I never saw him again either.
I know it's easy to sound like an internet tough-guy, but this is a true story. At the time, I was into martial arts, was 235 lbs of solid muscle and a bouncer at a biker bar. I also look back and know that things could have turned out a lot different and I wouldn't be here now to tell the story. I got lucky and ran into someone who thought a gun made him tough, but he was too scared to pull the trigger. Until I was almost 30 years old I was also an enforcer for a well known 1%er MC gang and had been shot at several times, hit once, shot back at some and hit a couple, been stabbed twice, cut a few times and have had pool cues and bar stools broke over my head and back. I'm lucky to still be alive, and glad I got out when I did. I moved 2 states away and started a new life because I had a kid on the way. My daughter was born when I was 30 and my son when I was 31. I took a vow of non-violence, except in case of self defense or defense of my family, and have lived as a peaceful old hippie ever since.
Ghost