Tuesday, April 17, 2007

thy wankitude knoweth no boundaries...

Well, at least the gun control debaters aren't this wanker:
Spirit of Self-Defense [John Derbyshire]

As NRO's designated chickenhawk, let me be the one to ask: Where was the spirit of self-defense here? Setting aside the ludicrous campus ban on licensed conceals, why didn't anyone rush the guy? It's not like this was Rambo, hosing the place down with automatic weapons. He had two handguns for goodness' sake—one of them reportedly a .22.

At the very least, count the shots and jump him reloading or changing hands. Better yet, just jump him. Handguns aren't very accurate, even at close range. I shoot mine all the time at the range, and I still can't hit squat. I doubt this guy was any better than I am. And even if hit, a .22 needs to find something important to do real damage—your chances aren't bad.

Yes, yes, I know it's easy to say these things: but didn't the heroes of Flight 93 teach us anything? As the cliche goes—and like most cliches. It's true—none of us knows what he'd do in a dire situation like that. I hope, however, that if I thought I was going to die anyway, I'd at least take a run at the guy.

"At the very least, count the shots and jump him reloading or changing hands." Easy peezy, since everyone still uses ye olde 6-shooter, eh?


I'm not sure what disgusts me more, his blaming the victims for the massacre, his attempts to compare penis sizes with them (complete with the primo non-chalant tossing out of "I shoot mine all the time at the range..."), or his invocation of 9/11.

Unbelievably disgusting.

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