“Sure, many schools start too early. And, sure, getting out of bed can be hard sometimes,” washingtonpost.com states, sensibly enough. “But one Tennessee teenager had an extreme reaction to his family’s request on Tuesday morning that he get up and get ready for school: He shot them, according to Nashville police.” Well that sucks. Both for the unidentified teen’s family — who were injured in the incident — and the cause of gun rights. But it does highlight an important self-defense stratagem . . .
don’t antagonize people who are likely to go ballistic.
I’m not advising adopting the kind of paranoia that anti-gun rights people project onto The People of the Gun. Not everyone is predisposed towards attacking you, your loved ones or other innocent life. But there are people who are likely to lose it if you push them too hard or, maybe, a little bit too far.
I put cops on that list. I know: most police are quiet, calm, courteous and professional. But I’ve also encountered some who don’t answer to that description. At all. In all law enforcement encounters I’m quiet, calm courteous and professional. If I have a beef with a cop, I’ll save it for later. Much later.
Homeless people are mostly harmless. But there are some who forget to take their psych meds and really need those meds to maintain a grasp on reality. I’ve seen people get up-close-and-personal and lecture homeless folks while handing over hard-earned cash. I think that’s a bit silly.
In fact, I generally avoid interacting with angry, disturbed, authoritarian or disheveled people. And people who look like they might become angry, disturbed or authoritarian. If, for example, someone starts asking me why in the world I’m open carrying I smile, give some simple answer and Snagglepuss.
As an armed American I don’t ever want to be in a “he said, I said, he attacked, I attacked” post-mortem. So I let sleeping dogs lie. Note: by “lie” I mean I leave dodgy-looking people alone and ignore people who to use falsehoods to get their way. I’m a truth teller but I don’t feel the need to for correct bald-faced lies. Unless I’m blogging.