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George Orwell wrote:Power is not a means; it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power.

ninja-elbow wrote:Pure anecdotal assumption here:
If you got caught by cops sneaking around somebody's back yard and had a Widgy in your pocket, that might be something a prosecuter could use against you.
For example, many years ago in 2003, a roomamte and I were watching boxing on TV one night when we noticed that 2 cop cars were outside our house and they were arresting someone. We came out and asked what was going on.
Cop, "Oh, there is someone home. We did not see lights on. Come here and see if you know this guy. He was in your backyard."
He leads us to the back of one of the cop cars and shines his light on a chubby WMA with glasses and a green winbreaker on. Total nerdy looking guy.
Me and roomy, "Nope." I then ask, "What'd he do?"
Cop, "He said he knew the lady that lived in your house. You have a lady in your house?"
Me, "Nope."
Cop, "We found these on him." the cop shines a light by the trunk lid of the car and we see a little pry bar, duct tape, multitool, fixed blade knife, rubber gloves, duct tape, some rope and condoms.
We later found out from another cop that they had spotted him walking in our neighborhood earlier and he had fit the description of a known BnE guy and sex-offender. They tracked him, he panicked and jumped into our backyard to hide.
I'll let y'all come up with your own moral to this story.
Late nineties, before I knew or cared much about ccw, I had a friend who had some mysterious chest pains. Felt like angina, radiated down his left arm and everything, relieved by nitro. Stress test looked just fine, though. His doctor, based on family history I guess, wanted to rule out Marphan's Syndrome. Even though my friend was short and chubby.
So my friend has an appointment at Baptist Hospital, about a 45 minute drive from his house, on the same day that his wife needs to take their kid to some school function - she has to pick him up from his natural father's house. (My friend's a stepfather.) So he asks me to drive him to Baptist. I agree to pick him up at 11 AM.
At 1100 hours zero seconds on the dot I knock on his front door and get no answer. No car in the driveway - his wife would have been leaving about the time I was coming to pick him up. Lights are on in the house. I dither for a minute, thinking "undiagnosed heart condition, nobody else home, he's expecting me to be here but noone comes to the door...heart condition..." So I kick his door open and run in, screaming "Don't worry buddy I'm here for you!" Noone in the living room. So I charge down the hall yelling "It's ok, it's ok, I know CPR!" Nobody in the bedroom, kitchen, or bathroom. Nobody home.
So I wonder if he took a turn for the worse. Maybe his wife drove him to the ED or he had to call an ambulance before I showed up. I call 911 from his kitchen phone and ask if anyone has called an ambulance to that address. The dispatcher says "no, but the police have been called to that residence."
That's when I see the first of several police cars pull up to the curb in front of his house. I try to divest myself as quickly as I can of all folding knives, multi-tools and such (always, since I was in grade school, I've carried some kind of folding knife or tool) and go to the door to meet them. They are polite to me, but there's a tense moment when they ask for ID and I reach toward my back pocket to get it. They won't let me get my wallet out of my back pocket myself, ask me to remain seated on my friend's front steps and debate cuffing me. I try frantically to explain why I was in the house, but every few minutes another car shows up and the police already there have to bring the new arrivals up to speed.
About that time I see my friend's car pull up in the driveway. His wife is driving him. They had decided to run to the store for something (ingredients for some crock-pot dish iirc) before she left to pick up the kid, and assumed they could get home before I showed up because I had a reputation for being late. He verifies my story to the police, who drive away in disgust, and his wife yells at me about the door. I drive my friend to his appointment.
George Orwell wrote:Power is not a means; it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power.
Rush2112 wrote:the_alias wrote:AZMedic wrote:'86 damn almost missed this cutoff. I remember baywatch ya then I became a lifeguard and was like wtf this isn't the same......
I honestly thought you were around 45 +
He's crotchety enough.
AZMedic wrote:Umm I used to get questioned by the cops in some comprimising situations and its always starts with
Cop: Are you decent?
Me: Yes officer
Cop: ID
Me: And I have guns in the car
Cop: Just don't shoot me.
Me: I won't.
Cop: have a good night.
None of them in 8 times since I have been questioned have asked why I have a BOB.
George Orwell wrote:Power is not a means; it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power.
silentpoet wrote:My first two warning shots are aimed center of mass. If that don't warn them I fire warning shots at their head until they are warned enough that I am no longer in fear for my life.

AZMedic wrote:Umm I used to get questioned by the cops in some comprimising situations and its always starts with
Cop: Are you decent?
Me: Yes officer
Cop: ID
Me: And I have guns in the car
Cop: Just don't shoot me.
Me: I won't.
Cop: have a good night.
None of them in 8 times since I have been questioned have asked why I have a BOB.
silentpoet wrote:My first two warning shots are aimed center of mass. If that don't warn them I fire warning shots at their head until they are warned enough that I am no longer in fear for my life.

Rush2112 wrote:the_alias wrote:AZMedic wrote:'86 damn almost missed this cutoff. I remember baywatch ya then I became a lifeguard and was like wtf this isn't the same......
I honestly thought you were around 45 +
He's crotchety enough.
silentpoet wrote:My first two warning shots are aimed center of mass. If that don't warn them I fire warning shots at their head until they are warned enough that I am no longer in fear for my life.

Rush2112 wrote:the_alias wrote:AZMedic wrote:'86 damn almost missed this cutoff. I remember baywatch ya then I became a lifeguard and was like wtf this isn't the same......
I honestly thought you were around 45 +
He's crotchety enough.
silentpoet wrote:My first two warning shots are aimed center of mass. If that don't warn them I fire warning shots at their head until they are warned enough that I am no longer in fear for my life.

ninja-elbow wrote:Pure anecdotal assumption here:
If you got caught by cops sneaking around somebody's back yard and had a Widgy in your pocket, that might be something a prosecuter could use against you.
For example, many years ago in 2003, a roomamte and I were watching boxing on TV one night when we noticed that 2 cop cars were outside our house and they were arresting someone. We came out and asked what was going on.
Cop, "Oh, there is someone home. We did not see lights on. Come here and see if you know this guy. He was in your backyard."
He leads us to the back of one of the cop cars and shines his light on a chubby WMA with glasses and a green winbreaker on. Total nerdy looking guy.
Me and roomy, "Nope." I then ask, "What'd he do?"
Cop, "He said he knew the lady that lived in your house. You have a lady in your house?"
Me, "Nope."
Cop, "We found these on him." the cop shines a light by the trunk lid of the car and we see a little pry bar, duct tape, multitool, fixed blade knife, rubber gloves, duct tape, some rope and condoms.
We later found out from another cop that they had spotted him walking in our neighborhood earlier and he had fit the description of a known BnE guy and sex-offender. They tracked him, he panicked and jumped into our backyard to hide.
I'll let y'all come up with your own moral to this story.
George Orwell wrote:Power is not a means; it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power.
congochris wrote:Attach it to your keys, then it's obviously a keychain. The one I use is the Gerber Artifact, which is designed to be a keychain tool. It even has a spot for an Xacto blade. I was even passed right through security at the county courthouse with it. Apparently either they didn't look, or they just didn't care. Probably all they saw was a keychain, and not any kind of tool.

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