http://www.newsobserver.com/105/story/426887.html

Nice to see a reporter actually get some firearm info correct for a change.

4/10/2006 6:14:10 AM

Quote :

""I believe I have a responsibility to make sure my family is safe, that I'm safe, that my neighbors are safe," says Kavanaugh, 52, a telecommunications engineer. "It's a personal decision I've made to refuse to be a victim.""

sounds paranoid to me

Quote :

"And a dollop of common sense tells him a little guy in a dangerous world needs a high-powered equalizer."

what he calls common sense i call paranoia

[Edited on April 10, 2006 at 6:32 AM. Reason : another quote]

[Edited on April 10, 2006 at 6:33 AM. Reason : hahahha a "DANGEROUS" world...man move to fucking africa or something]

4/10/2006 6:31:11 AM

my favorite part was how he tries to never sit with his back to the door unless covered by another gun-toting friend


fucking paranoid fags

4/10/2006 6:40:09 AM

Quote :

"This last thread is powerful, laced with fear-laden memories of working late at night in the deserted office towers of New Orleans' central business district, at the height of the crack epidemic. In a recurring, acid-etched image, he also sees the would-be carjacker who jammed a gun barrel against his wife's rib cage at a Union 76 truck stop near Meridian, Miss. That after-midnight moment is still vivid almost 30 years after it took place during a bathroom break as the couple, their infant son and a woman friend drove from Texas back to Wilmington, the Kavanaughs' hometown. Kavanaugh can still see the barrel of that gun as it arced from Debbie's midsection to his face and back again. He can see the calm, road-weary and clueless faces of diners in the truck stop's brightly lit cafe just a few yards from the front bumper of his car. And he can still taste the helpless bile he swallowed that night, when all he could do was reach for his wallet and pray the man would take it and run."

I'd say he has good reason to be a tad paranoid

4/10/2006 6:51:11 AM

look no offense but if you CHOOSE to live in a city that could possibly make you paranoid then you should probably not live there

4/10/2006 7:10:02 AM

Quote :

"my favorite part was how he tries to never sit with his back to the door unless covered by another gun-toting friend fucking paranoid fags"

ok, that's paranoid, and the ATM thing kinda is, too (depending on when and where, i guess)

but owning a gun is not evidence of paranoia. a gun is not going to hurt your cause unless you're an idiot, and it very well might help a lot.

plus, they can be a lot of fun.


this guy is not a threat in any way, and he MAY be in a position to do good for someone, someday. I think this is just evidence of the old adage about how the sheepdog being kind of easy to confuse with the wolf.



[Edited on April 10, 2006 at 7:29 AM. Reason : i'm sure he'd be a little paranoid regardless of what city he lives in]

4/10/2006 7:19:07 AM

I try not to sit with my back to open spaces and/or doors, but it's mostly because I don't like having people sneak up on me. Dune, anyone?

4/10/2006 8:02:39 AM

I like that seat also but only cause its easier to scope out the scenery

4/10/2006 8:27:51 AM

As I was leaving my house I stuffed my Glock 10mm "man gun" Mexican-style in my pants. My backup is a fully customized 1911 with all the IPSC add-on options in my $500.00 leather pancake holster custom made by Belgian Monks who have devoted their lives to silence and holster making. These are the ones used by SEAL Team 6, which I used to be a part of but all records of my activities were destroyed in a fire "accident".

I put on my Royal Robbins photographer vest to match my pants while wearing a T-Shirt underneath reading "from my cold dead hands." That way, nobody can see what I'm packing. I had my Centennial .38 Special in my ankle holster, just like the gun rag guys carry. Lastly I had my "Covert Sniper" I.D. Card in my wallet with my "Concealed Weapons Permit Badge". I was ready for anything.

I drove my "bug-out truck" to the 7-11 for some beer, 'cause you never know. It is a performance-styled Subaru BRAT with 4 cylinders of ground pounding fury.

I pull up to the 7-11 store and notice a nefarious looking girl scout eyeballing me from the back of her mother's SUV. A likely cover.

The mother returned to the truck and went for the keys in her purse, but I knew from my years of combat-honed instincts that she was actually making a furtive movement for an offensive weapon.

I attempted a tactical shoulder roll, but fell flat on my face, kind of flopping on the pavement to avoid any incoming rounds and to make it look like I meant to do that. The store owner called 911 which is good, because I then did a roll and attempted to draw my Glock.

Unfortunately, since I did not have a holster, the gun "went off" and the bullet creased my weener. But I was prepared for that and bit down on a 9mm casing to take my mind off the pain as I dove for the garbage barrel. That's when I noticed the girl scout shouting something to her mother who began to take cover. I knew they were closing on me so I drew my trusty custom 1911 Wilson COMBAT....I knew that they would be impressed with that. I then duck walked to the front of her SUV but my gut kinda got in the way and I fell on my ass, which caused me to swallow my 9mm casing.

I then tried to roll to my right, but didn't want to scuff my holster, so I just threw myself into a telephone pole, but I landed on my right side anyway. So I fired one shot towards the woman's SUV to pin them down as I recovered my wind.

Before the mother knew what was happening, I charged her and I threw my groin into her knee. I knew that as I vomited on the ground in front of her that I had interrupted her OODA loop, and I had the advantage now. As she ran screaming for the girl scout (I knew she was going for backup) I made for my super-charged BRAT tactical truck. I jumped into the driver seat, forgetting that I had left my rare Israeli contract AR 15 Bayonet on the seat (honed to a razors edge). I could handle it though, half my ass is an implant from war wounds. As I attempted to start my truck, police and paramedics arrived on the scene. My truck would not start and instead backfired once and caused the police to taze me. At this point, I tactically soiled myself while in convulsions. My custom 1911 then fell out the window, but I still had my Centennial .38. I knew then that I had to take out the woman with the purse.

So I aimed my revolver at her, at which point the first police officer fired once striking me in the chest. Fortunately, I was wearing my level 3A body armor. I didn't want to hurt the cops, they had obviously been duped by the evil temptress who was now embracing her partner in crime and crying to the police in the background - I knew it was a ruse.

I pulled out my concealed weapons permit badge and showed it to the officer who shot me and yelled out "I'm one of you guys!!!" He continued to cover me, and ordered me to drop my .38 so I laid it down. After all, I still had my bayonet attached to my ass. The cop walked toward me, and upon reading the badge maced me right in the eyes. Fortunately, my Oakley shooting glasses stopped most of the spray and I was able to rip free of the Taser cords easily. It only cost me one nipple...easily replaced. I dove for the passenger side of my truck and began to run zig zag for a ditch. Unfortunately, the bayonet sticking out of my ass slowed me down. I knew it would have to be hand-to-hand now. I knew the cop couldn't take me when I saw he merely carried a Glock 17, not a man's gun. So I immediately threw my eye into his right hook, followed by a knee into his mag light. As I lay thrashing on the ground, I took the heel of my Bates enforcer boot and kicked at the cops ankle. I knew from my classified experiences in Tajikistan that once I broke his ankle, the cop would fall down and I could "stun kick" him in the head, knocking him out but not hurting him.

Apparently the cop had also been to Tajikistan, because he side stepped me and struck me in the back with his ASP baton, but my trauma plate absorbed it. I then drew my Benchmade auto knife and was promptly tased again, but I was ready for it this time and only wet myself a little bit.

Next thing those cops knew, I was unconscious. That'll teach 'em.

4/10/2006 9:18:42 AM

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"Before the mother knew what was happening, I charged her and I threw my groin into her knee"

4/10/2006 9:21:06 AM

because guns fire themselves...

4/10/2006 10:05:39 AM

^^^ ricky rambo. we get lots of those at the gun store I work at.

4/10/2006 11:01:17 AM

there was also a good article in the Charlotte Observer

"For self-defense, women take up firearms"
http://www.charlotte.com/mld/observer/news/local/14300506.htm

4/10/2006 11:15:29 AM

LOL...poor GunKid. Mr Grace, are you also on THR? I'm Stiletto Null there.

4/10/2006 11:20:47 AM