Shooting to injure: No such thing.

Simply wow!

Your lawyer (whom you repeatedly reference) will love this.

:rolleyes:
He does.

He's had more than enough criminals as clients to not be stupid enough to trust his life to one.

Why you'd think he'd advise me to let someone harm me is anyone's guess...
 
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Really? So show up at your next city/county council meeting and be sure you tell everyone you want the LEO's in your jurisdiction to "kill" people.

For a fact, I know of no LEO training academy that teaches what you believe is correct. Be sure to visit the facility for your jurisdiction and tell them they're wrong. They will likely be thrilled to know you consider them a "disgrace." :rolleyes:

Be safe.

Well put. I'd love to see the results of that encounter.
 
Hi Smoky

I can't carry a gun when I visit my mother in Illinois.

Option one is ALWAYS running over and or dragging an assailant with my vehicle.

That's followed by spraying them with gasoline while in a gas station, beating them in the face with a swung belt buckle and when all else fails, gouging their eyes out with my thumbs.

I haven't been back for a couple of years, but when I go, my religious cousin always wants to wander around the north side of Chicago. Those days are pretty much done for me, given the SHARP increase in random violent robberies. My greatest fear is that she would try to protect an assailant FROM me. If you attack me in the street, NOTHING is off the table when it comes to a response... except submission. NO plan I EVER have will involve trusting in the good judgment and basic human decency of a strongarm robber. Bring your A game because my presumption is ALWAYS that you don't intend to leave witnesses.

Gasoline……????? Hey, I think we have met.

You were raised in anti gun Chicago, right.

In Nam were you smoky the tunnel rat. When other Marines Mothers sent them cookies and fudge, your mother sent gasoline coupons, right.
 
Gasoline……????? Hey, I think we have met.

You were raised in anti gun Chicago, right.

In Nam were you smoky the tunnel rat. When other Marines Mothers sent them cookies and fudge, your mother sent gasoline coupons, right.
I graduated from highschool in '76, so I missed Vietnam.

I always have been a fan of the fougasse and the eagle fireball though...
 
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