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Folks who know me, and who have followed Dragon Leatherworks from its infancy, know that I tend to not mince words, and at times I can be rather…blunt.
I started as a holster maker in upstate NY with a total investment of $500, some leather-working tools, and a converted 10′ x 12′ outdoor shed. Un-insulated outdoor shed. Winters in upstate NY can get mighty cold. But I was on a mission…after getting my carry permit in NY, and finding no comfortable, easy way to carry my handgun, I decided to make holsters not only for myself, but for those folks who wanted an alternative to the mass-produced stuff.
I also thought, when I lived there, that getting a carry permit in NY was a pain in the ass, and bordered on un-Constitutional.
Boy, was I ever wrong.
I just finished Emily Millers book, “Emily Gets Her Gun” (Regnery Publishing). To quote a line from a very popular short-lived TV show “There’s all sort of twists and cul-de-sacs. It’s wild.” Emily, much like myself in upstate NY, was on a mission.
That was what I took away from this book. How can ANYONE exercise their Second Amendment RIGHTS when a city like D.C. erects so many barriers in order to thwart gun-ownership? And that was Emily’s same reaction when she started the process to be able to get a handgun as a D.C. resident, to simply have it in her home as a method of self-defense. I applaud her for her tenacity because she was on a mission, and refused to be kow-towed into just giving up and slinking away like a good little peasant when her “betters” that occupied positions of self-inflated authority did everything in their power to make it as difficult, costly, and time-consuming as possible to get a gun in the district. They erected said barriers in the hopes that by making sure that if just one more law-abiding citizen was disarmed, that would be the tipping point where the D.C. Utopia would finally emerge, and “gun violence” would simply go away.
Emily wrote her book after documenting her rather convoluted journey through the muck and mire that is the D.C. regulations and codes, finding herself reading one procedure that references another, then another, then circling back to the first one, where there was no seemingly clear step-by-step procedure laid out for what you need to do, when to do it, how to do it, and how much it would cost. After her wildly popular multi-weekly editorial gained interest from the gun-rights community, she compiled her articles into various chapters, interspersed with other chapters of opinion, commentary, and stories of folks who were caught up in D.C’s Draconian and Byzantine amalgamation of laws that were put into place to “keep the District safe” but did nothing more (and to this day STILL do nothing more) than punish the unwary, and the law abiding.
Being a recent escapee from the “utopia” that is New York State (never regretting it for one moment), and having experienced poorly written laws that do nothing but disarm the law-abiding, I was immediately drawn in by her story and her experiences. And I know that had I been a D.C. resident trying to get a gun and having to deal with the people she had to deal with, I would have been MUCH more snarky, MUCH more of a wiseass, and downright condescending and belittling.
I would have definitely NOT been a good ambassador for pro-gunnies. That is why I’m not a journalist either. I don’t have the temperament for it.
Which is why I cannot stress enough the wonderful job that Emily did in her book, the level-headedness and calm she exhibited whilst navigating the nightmare that is the D.C. Firearm Licensing adventure, and also why I cannot thank her enough, with humbleness and humility, for being exactly the kind of public-facing ambassador we need in our fight to protect our Second Amendment rights, so as to win converts to the cause.
Folks…do yourselves a favor, get the book. You won’t be disappointed. Give it as a Christmas gift. Or Chanukah gift, or Kwanza, or whatever your particular flavor of diety-worship might be.
And to drive home the fact that I’m not blowing smoke out my ass here, I’ve gone and given her book a place of VERY high honor in my store, so that folk who come in to sit, have coffee, and just relax, can peruse the pages of her book while hanging out in my gun store.
You see…in my store, I have what I call the Patriots Corner.
That corner where the Army flag, POW flag, and Old Glory hang, is a special place. That American Flag was loaned/donated to the store by a friend who is a retired Army Captain. He started his military career as an enlisted man, then went to OCS. Served in Iraq, then retired with 20+ years. When I opened my store this past summer (August 2013) he felt that it needed something…and he had just the thing.
That flag flew for fallen men in Iraq, who were all local to East Tennessee (generally, the greater Knoxville Metro area). Next to the flag, on the wall, is a plaque with the names of the men for whom this very flag flew at half-mast, in Iraq.
Emily’s book has a place of honor in the store, because that is how highly I think of her tenacity, and her patriotism. It rests on a shelf just below the plaque of names of the fallen, next to the flag that flew in Iraq for these men.
She earned that place.
“Just one armed person could have taken this guy down and saved all those people”.
I’ll say it again…BULLSHIT.
And its time we, as promoters of the Second Amendment, stop treating every situation withthe knee-jerk *one guy could have saved them! ZOMG!!!!* attitude that makes us look like complete fucking idiots.
1) Dark theater showing a film that was made in subdued and low-key lighting. ie: the screen isn’t tossing much light back onto those seated, let alone casting off enough light to see dark recesses of the theater.
2) Perp comes in and tosses one, maybe two (jury is still out on that factoid) canisters into the crowd in order to induce confusion, then panic.
3) Perp, dressed in dark colors, then starts walking up a SIDE AISLE and starts shooting down the ROWS lengthwise. His odds of hitting someone are greatly enhanced.
4) As people move to the exits they are illuminated by the lighting typically found above the doorways there, and as such are PERFECT SILHOUETTES for the shooter, and he picks them off easily.
5) Shooter is wearing chest armor, leg armor, headgear, dark clothing and dark gloves. Standing against dark-colored walls. In dim lighting.
Now, is anyone going to tell me, with a straight face, that THEY could have taken this guy out with a HEAD SHOT (he’s wearing body armor, so a center-mass hit would be useless) in:
1) A dark movie theater…
2) A dark movie theater with rolling clouds of eye and skin irritants…
3) A dark movie theater with rolling clouds of eye and skin irritants and people running across YOUR LINE OF SIGHT in a panic…
Yeah, right. In that situation, you wouldn’t have been able to do jack diddly squat. A lawfully armed citizen wouldn’t have been able to do jack diddly squat. The conditions were so damned poor, you would be lucky to get off a shot in his general direction.
Being a Second Amendment supporter is fine. Being a Second Amendment Supporter making wild-assed claims that *even one person armed in that theater could have stopped the massacre* is plain ludicrous, and so full of BS that even a Hollywood scriptwriter would toss that idea in the trash.
When a STATE decides that its going to pass gun-friendly laws, pass laws that protect gun manufacturers from frivolous lawsuits where a family of someone who is shot goes to court and sues the gun MAKER because they see that as a huge payday, then yes, the pro-gun movement is WINNING.
When a STATE follows up on its gun-friendly laws with economic incentives (such as tax breaks for manufacturers) to get more GUN MAKERS to locate in the state, THAT IS WINNING!
What is NY going to do when it looses the premier names in firearms, along with the tax revenues and employment opportunities at Remington, Kimber, Kahr, Turnbull and Dan Wesson? Remington is synonymous with rifles and shotguns, Kimber is a VERY high-end handgun/longgun maker, Kahr is another sought-after gun that is known for high quality, and Dan Wesson is one of the most sought-after names in Cowboy Action revolvers.
Massachusetts stands to loose too….along with Connecticut.
How ironic is it, that three of the States that were originally COLONIES, who are located in the proverbial Firearms Valley which dates back to colonial times and provided the tools to free an oppressed citizenry, that were instrumental in winning freedom from a tyrannical King through sheer determination and FIREARMS, are all treating gun makers like red-headed stepchildren, coming out almost DAILY spewing hatred and vitriol towards gun makers.
Well, Mayor Mike may well get his wish and all the EVIL GUN MAKERS will leave NY for a friendlier state like Idaho. One could only hope….
Actually, guns. Plural. As in two guns…one shottie, and one pistol.
Her husband died on Christmas Day. Some scumbucket saw the obit, and came to her house saying that he was a neighbor wanting to say hello.
Not even a full week later, the same scumbag comes with a partner, armed with a 12″ hunting knife.
Got that? A TWELVE INCH knife. Two or three pokes with that, and you’re as good as dead.
She has a 3 month old baby in the home too.
So she grabs a 12 gauge, sticks a bottle in the kids mouth to keep him quiet, then grabs a pistol as backup and calls 911. She BEGS the dispatcher to send someone out right away. Meanwhile, the dirtball breaks in and comes at her with the knife.
She asks the dispatcher if its OK to shoot an intruder. He says you gotta do what you gotta do.
Intruder is now pushing up daisies. His accomplice high-tailed it, but later turned himself in.
Sad part, is that she was on the 911 call for a total of 21 minutes beforethe PoPo arrived.
If she didn’t have the guns, she and her kid would be dead. Best part was this statement by her to the news media… “It’s not an easy decision to make, but it was either going to be him or my son. And it wasn’t going to be my son. There’s nothing more dangerous than a woman with a child.”
OK…listening to the testimony today in the House Judiciary committee, which is *supposed to* be questioning the scumbag Eric Holder on FAST AND FURIOUS, are asking what he’s doing to prosecute Medicare fraud, Chinese knock-off products of intellectual property, etc…
Your Congresscritters at work trying to deflect the issue and wase taxpayer time ad money.
Heya folks…there’s a new addition to the blogroll…
Good writing, but more than that, its a fascinating read on one womans transformation from extreme anti-gun, to a passionate 2A advocate and a voice for self-defense.
What are ya still doing here?!?!!?
Mark Fiorino, the man who was open-carrying his sidearm in Philadelphia in Feb 2011, legally under the law (he is a valid permit holder in Pennsylvania, which gives him the right to carry openly in Philadelphia) had his day in court facing criminal charges, and the judge ruled IN HIS FAVOR, finding him not guilty on Oct 28, 2011 of criminal charges lodged against him by the Philly DA.
Mr. Fiorino was open-carrying his sidearm, but CONCEAL-CARRYING his audio recording device, and caught the entire audio of the Rambo-esque cops that were all over him like flies on shit, yelling obscenities, issuing conflicting demands (one telling him to keep his hands up, another telling him to retrieve and show ID, another telling him not to move a muscle, etc….) and placing this mans life in jeopardy.
All for exercising his inalienable right as protected in the Constitution and Bill of Rights, specifically under the Second Amendment.
And now he’s filing a civil suit against the cops and the City of Philadelphia.
I hope he takes them to the cleaners, and makes a small mint off of them. Then taking the money and opening up a gun store with it. Right in Center City. Maybe a block or so from Rittenhouse Square, or on Broad Street where he can walk outside his store, look up, and see old Billy Penn atop the City Hall rotunda.
So the trip to Olegs is now history, but it was a wonderful visit.
First thing I need to say is that Oleg is a truly generous human being. Even though we’ve only communicated vi phone and mail, he was gracious and trusting enough to open his home to my wife, our two boys, and myself.
I really cannot thank him enough for his hospitality.
Second, he’s an amazingly patient instructor, immediately taking my oldest boy under his wing, and guiding him in shooting a .22 revolver, then a bolt action, working up to an AR. He came over to me while Sean was plinking, and said *you know…he’s a natural. He’s placing shots as if he’s been shooting for a few years.*
Which seemed to be a theme for the afternoons shooting at a farm a short while away from his place…there were guests at his house, and he rounded us all up to go shooting. We met up with some friends of his at said farm, one of who was a fantastic instructor in handguns, specifically revolvers. There were three new shooters who were female, one of which was my wife. He started them with .22, working up to .44 magnum. About halfway through his teaching, he walked to me and says *your wife is sandbagging…who taught her how to shoot?*
I assured him that she had never shot a handgun before, and he was in disbelief. After the shooting was done he came over, looked me in the eyes and said *a word of advice…don’t ever piss her off, ’cause she won’t miss your ass as its ducking for cover…*
I guess she’s a natural. He suggested that with her aim and natural ability, she could compete IDPA.
Christ…*I* can’t compete IDPA…
After the shooting was done we said our goodbyes to the new friends, and with Oleg navigating, we hit a phenomenal Indian restaurant. By that time I was comfortable with OCing, and we got nary a look.
We went back to Olegs after dinner, I talked business with another new friend, then finally crawled to bed way to late. Sunday morning found us hitting up the Waffle House, then going back to Olegs for a photo session.
The time went by too fast, and I’m pleased to have made new friends, and especially so with getting to know Oleg better.
The ride home saw us stopping at a very cool ice cream parlor, and meeting up briefly with Linoge to hand off my handguns for safe keeping. More on why in a later post.
I couldn’t ask for a better introduction to Tennessee.