tips for surviving roving professional sociopaths
couple of hours ago i had yet another encounter with the badged criminals, one of which attempted in a rage — with matching vigor — to open my car door and get to me. why? he wasn't too nimble a verbal communicator, and sure didn't like what he was hearing (logical resistance). he was pissed, with clenched teeth, beady eyes, etc.gotta wonder what sort of frothing psycho-boy not only behaves that way when a freeborn man simply refuses to allow him to be an on-the-fly mobile legislative body spewing nonsensical authoritarian rat piss, but does so knowing that i had a glock within easy reach... and is the watch commander. that's just butt stupid, on his part and those who promoted his moronic ass.
anyway, here's the lesson for the cool cats out there who've not had as many relevant vehicular dances with the psycho class as i:
- lock all doors and keep them locked.
- do not roll down any window far enough for one of the apes to get his arm through and unlock a door.
- resist with questions every command for you to change that status.
- important for communication. [nonsense; when you go to one of their fortresses you're expected to communicate through something as telling as vent slits mounted in thick glass. one police station last month, the dispatcher simply opened up the document tray so we could speak through that air gap. treat them the same way. they can hear fine. far as the window goes, if you can hear them, they can hear you. if they can't hear you through a 4" gap, rolling down the window further isn't going to help.]
- they want to be able to smell the inside of the car, and your breath. [fuck 'em. let them get a warrant; you'll wait.]
- if a window is tinted, you could be blocking the view of a nearby weapon. [i don't tint my windows. if your driver window's tinted, that could be a tough one to get around.]
notable thing about this creep trying to remove the car as a barrier; once he realized that avenue was closed to him, he reevaluated. his attempt to open my door was a clear violation of even the wretched power supposedly allotted him (by magic), obviously the flash reaction of an ill-tempered boy of age 50+. had my door been unlocked, who knows where i'd be right now instead of sitting in my car in a different parking lot, writing this, gun unmolested and still by my side.
Labels: guns, undercolor molesters








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