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MissCris
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I guess my biggest issue with the argument that says if gun laws were different, shootings like that wouldn't happen, is that criminals aren't going to follow gun laws. Laws can stop them purchasing guns and ammo, but if they REALLY want to get their hands on a weapon, they will find a way to do so.
Wasn't it the elementary school shooting where the guy took his mom's or dad's gun? Man, I need to pay more attention to these things.
But the point is, gun laws get more strict, and tie the hands of people who would only protect themselves and their families, while criminals still do whatever they want to do.
And all I'm saying is that if someone's going to even so much as threaten me with a gun, I don't want to be standing there twiddling my thumbs.
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iTOREtheSKY
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*contacts admin...see's what I can do about getting MissCris banned. a.) for derailing thread b.) nibbling on her thumb in avatar. c.) all of the aboveIt's ok, it's my thread and I'm part of the derailment
(p.s. I can haz derailment!)
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SeatBelt
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Because Greyhound from NC to anywhere does take about 5 months...
That's a truly horrible story. I'm glad you woke up before the extent of his intent came to fruition.
Maybe SheepxDog's advice might be almost appropriate for ya... but down here if you have conceal & carry permit, you can Open carry. I know if I ran across you at the store telling your older one to put the Little Debbies back and the younger one crying... and a visible Glock... well, it's not like I'd be creeper'ing anyway.
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MissCris
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*contacts admin...see's what I can do about getting MissCris banned. a.) for derailing thread b.) nibbling on her thumb in avatar. c.) all of the above
Without me, there'd be so much less...ridiculosity...on these forums.
Do what you have to do *sniffle*
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iTOREtheSKY
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I kid,I kid my little dumpling...I would never have you banned...besides,I don't know how to.lolWithout me, there'd be so much less...ridiculosity...on these forums.
Do what you have to do *sniffle*
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SeatBelt
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Be it a gun, knife, tazer, mace, or "fists of fury"... Never carry a weapon that you don't know how to use well, never draw a weapon without the intent to use it, & never use a weapon unless the outcome of successfully using the weapon is superior to the outcome of not using it (eg, you have to explain to the homicide detective that it was in fact self defense or the defense of another is superior to an innocent person being the victim.)
Alright, Keychain Check! How many peeps have mace?
How many of you known how to use it?
(These are rehtorical questions that I would rather you ask yourself and, if necessary, amend the answer to the second one.)
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MissCris
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You know...I never actually thought about what his intent was. I figured the whole blanket scenario was icky enough without imaging what else he was planning :/ EEK.
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MissCris
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My father-in-law gave me mace a few years back when I was having to walk to and from work at night. The mace replaced the only "weapon" I could find around the house at the time, which was a small pair of very sharp scissors.
This was pre-gun purchase.
I dunno what I was going to accomplish with the scissors, but I figured anyone who got close enough for me to use them was going to lose at least one eye.
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SeatBelt
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No, that guy was some serious deep end business, and would have had WMD's if he'd just had some better fiscal backing.
As someone who is qualified to say this, please do not dispute me when I say that criminals can, will, and do get guns no matter what the gun laws are.
Knives... ugh. most people think they know how to use one of these... most people don't even know how to properly use one in the kitchen, much less a street brawl.
When she is a little older, I am going to teach my daughter the fine art of fighting like someone who can make it to the door and get out of there. Violence is Horrible. Period. But if it ever comes to a situation where my daughter must be in a physical confrontation with anyone, I want her to have the wisdom, skill, and ability to fight dirty & leave quickly. If it's down to a fight, all rules are already off. There is not honor in a brawl, nor is there a winner. Sometimes, however, there is the person that became a victim. I never want my daughter to be a victim.
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iTOREtheSKY
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I've lived in some pretty bad areas many times in my life. I don't know where you people are living that everyone needs a gun,but man,all I can say is I'm glad I'm not living near you. LOL
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SeatBelt
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*contacts admin...see's what I can do about getting MissCris banned. a.) for derailing thread b.) nibbling on her thumb in avatar. c.) all of the above
iTOREtheSKY cn haz derailment on my threadzes.
not that many of them stick around.
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iTOREtheSKY
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LOL...I'm sure mine would get banned,and derailed as well...that's why I haven't started many. You peeps have to put up with my nonsense enough as is. Plus,it's only a matter of time till Ugly gets me banned for exposing my 30 year love affair with Debbie Gibson. *shakes fist @ Ugly..I knew I couldn't trust him with issues of the heart* lol
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MissCris
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I've lived in a couple different big cities, and yeah, I wish I'd had a gun when I was living in them. Things could have been prevented.
But! I know we sound like we're facing crazy gun-weilding psychos all over the place. Obviously that's not the case. But there are enough stories of crazy things happening to people (yes, even in this quiet corner of my state) that I'm not going to be left defenseless IF something crazy were to happen to ME. I will protect my home and family (in the event my husband is unable or not here) if I ever have to.
That's all
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SeatBelt
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and, As someone who is qualified to say this, please do not dispute me when I say that Scissors are wicked weapons, too.
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iTOREtheSKY
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Oh,no I get it...I'm sure I'd feel the same if I were a woman alone too...heck there's been times I've thought I should go buy a nice chainsaw or bat,just to have by the nightstand in case.lol I'm too lazy & both are expensive. lol Growing up in the 70's the only people who had guns were the Maffia,a few thugs in the neighborhood & hunters. Now everyone has one. I'm not against if people want to own one,I guess I just find it a bit pathetic that everyone feels like they NEED one to feel safe. It's sad. Oh & btw Cris...when I called you "dumpling" a bit ago..I meant it in an affectionate way...not that you look like one or saying you look dumpy or fat...fyi! lolI've lived in a couple different big cities, and yeah, I wish I'd had a gun when I was living in them. Things could have been prevented.
But! I know we sound like we're facing crazy gun-weilding psychos all over the place. Obviously that's not the case. But there are enough stories of crazy things happening to people (yes, even in this quiet corner of my state) that I'm not going to be left defenseless IF something crazy were to happen to ME. I will protect my home and family (in the event my husband is unable or not here) if I ever have to.
That's all
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MissCris
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iTOREtheSKY
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SWEET AND SOUR CHICKEN! I've become the very thing I loathe. Look away..I'm hideous.Haha I just figured you were being a creepy creeper, calling me names
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SeatBelt
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ok.... I'll "expose" some of the creepy creeper moments I have suffered to see if we can get this back on track.
These both happened "Back intha Day" so no judging me on being a Christian in a bad situation... at the time I was no Christian.
I was 21 and it was North Carolina. I had just left a Regular dance club after having taken myself out solo for a night of Just Dancing and was walking back to my car, when 3 guys in a Maxima put one wheel up on the curb to stop and talk with me. Everything about them said they had just left the more rainbow colored club nearby. The started asking me if I was cold, if I was hungry, if I would like to go home with them, and how much money it would take for me to go home with All Three of them. No one had informed me that the reason there was plenty of free on street parking on that street was that it was part of the block where 'young men of negotiable virtue' would ply their trade.
yeah.
wow.
Another time, another state... age 19. I'd gone with some of the people that back then I would call friends (and now would call bad company) to a Daytime street festival in one of them's native Houston. This was a very unusual scene, slightly akin to Mardi Gras, with out any pretense of quasi-religous reference to it. Three buxom women in their 20's to early 30's followed me for a bit, stopping and making eyes at me from time to time. They were all dressed somewhere near the border of Sultry (the world's word for it, not mine) and Trashy, but it seemed that was par for the course that day. I was over hearing them talking about the physical aspects of other people at the festival when eventually one of them eventually said, "He'll do." The approached me en mass, and while one placed her self in front of me, the other two flanked me. The girl on point started in with what I now view as a calculated approach that genuinely had the potential to ensnare my 19 year old mind, and that might have been less scary had it not been spoiled by the other two blurting out a series of questions that included, "Do you like good heroin?" and, "I bet you like...(a specific type of sexual activity that I choose not to name because THIS IS CC)." I was clearly some kind of prey to them. I could easily see myself confined at their residence unable to leave by one means or another. I was actually terrified down inside the core of me. At 19 I embraced a sinful life, but I believe the Holy Spirit was still there with me Screaming at me to flee. I listened.
When I look back on all the dangers I placed myself in, and the dangers I stumbled into unknowingly, it is easy to believe that God brought me through those times with a purpose. Today, I think that purpose may be nothing more than doing the best job I can of raising my children to love God. So that's what I focus on, as best I can. Along the way I try to let God use me as He sees fit. Besides, that is the example I need to set for my kids. A life of Talking Christian but not Living Christian is Not the example they need.
Since I spoke of the appearance of the three women, bear with me when I state for the record that I firmly believe the most attractive thing that a woman can wear is her modesty and the full armor of God.
These both happened "Back intha Day" so no judging me on being a Christian in a bad situation... at the time I was no Christian.
I was 21 and it was North Carolina. I had just left a Regular dance club after having taken myself out solo for a night of Just Dancing and was walking back to my car, when 3 guys in a Maxima put one wheel up on the curb to stop and talk with me. Everything about them said they had just left the more rainbow colored club nearby. The started asking me if I was cold, if I was hungry, if I would like to go home with them, and how much money it would take for me to go home with All Three of them. No one had informed me that the reason there was plenty of free on street parking on that street was that it was part of the block where 'young men of negotiable virtue' would ply their trade.
yeah.
wow.
Another time, another state... age 19. I'd gone with some of the people that back then I would call friends (and now would call bad company) to a Daytime street festival in one of them's native Houston. This was a very unusual scene, slightly akin to Mardi Gras, with out any pretense of quasi-religous reference to it. Three buxom women in their 20's to early 30's followed me for a bit, stopping and making eyes at me from time to time. They were all dressed somewhere near the border of Sultry (the world's word for it, not mine) and Trashy, but it seemed that was par for the course that day. I was over hearing them talking about the physical aspects of other people at the festival when eventually one of them eventually said, "He'll do." The approached me en mass, and while one placed her self in front of me, the other two flanked me. The girl on point started in with what I now view as a calculated approach that genuinely had the potential to ensnare my 19 year old mind, and that might have been less scary had it not been spoiled by the other two blurting out a series of questions that included, "Do you like good heroin?" and, "I bet you like...(a specific type of sexual activity that I choose not to name because THIS IS CC)." I was clearly some kind of prey to them. I could easily see myself confined at their residence unable to leave by one means or another. I was actually terrified down inside the core of me. At 19 I embraced a sinful life, but I believe the Holy Spirit was still there with me Screaming at me to flee. I listened.
When I look back on all the dangers I placed myself in, and the dangers I stumbled into unknowingly, it is easy to believe that God brought me through those times with a purpose. Today, I think that purpose may be nothing more than doing the best job I can of raising my children to love God. So that's what I focus on, as best I can. Along the way I try to let God use me as He sees fit. Besides, that is the example I need to set for my kids. A life of Talking Christian but not Living Christian is Not the example they need.
Since I spoke of the appearance of the three women, bear with me when I state for the record that I firmly believe the most attractive thing that a woman can wear is her modesty and the full armor of God.
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MissCris
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My mom used to get really...REALLY...mad at me for sneaking out my bedroom window at night (imagine that). She had all these crazy reasons, like...I was a teenage girl, it was dark, there are some bad, bad people out there, blah blah blah. I thought she was being silly; our town wasn't that big. I mean, I was related to like, half of the town. What was going to happen?
So, being the stupid 15 year old I was, I ignored her and kept sneaking out. One night, I left at about 10 p.m. All I ever really did was wander around, sometimes meeting my best friend at the end of her street, and then we'd go sit on a bench somewhere and feel cool. Like, "Look at us, we can do whatever we want!" Because sitting in a deserted park is the height of awesomeness.
Anyhow, on a particularly dull night of this, after about half an hour I decided I should probably just go back home. I had about 5 blocks to walk, so no big deal, I was a fast walker. I turned the corner on the block my house was on, and was only about 4 houses down from mine, when a white car with tinted windows slowed on the street next to me. I didn't look directly at it, just kept my head down and sped up. So did they. Then I heard a door open, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a guy starting to get out, while the car was still moving.
There were what sounded like 3 or 4 guys in the car, but I don't speak or understand any Spanish, so I have no idea what they were saying to me, but I was scared out of my mind by then and ran for it. It probably all lasted about 30 seconds, maybe, but it felt like an hour.
I got through the front gate at my house and they squealed their tires and drove off. I was scared enough that I didn't bother trying to sneak back in; just burst through the front door to find my mom standing there.
Oops.
So, being the stupid 15 year old I was, I ignored her and kept sneaking out. One night, I left at about 10 p.m. All I ever really did was wander around, sometimes meeting my best friend at the end of her street, and then we'd go sit on a bench somewhere and feel cool. Like, "Look at us, we can do whatever we want!" Because sitting in a deserted park is the height of awesomeness.
Anyhow, on a particularly dull night of this, after about half an hour I decided I should probably just go back home. I had about 5 blocks to walk, so no big deal, I was a fast walker. I turned the corner on the block my house was on, and was only about 4 houses down from mine, when a white car with tinted windows slowed on the street next to me. I didn't look directly at it, just kept my head down and sped up. So did they. Then I heard a door open, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a guy starting to get out, while the car was still moving.
There were what sounded like 3 or 4 guys in the car, but I don't speak or understand any Spanish, so I have no idea what they were saying to me, but I was scared out of my mind by then and ran for it. It probably all lasted about 30 seconds, maybe, but it felt like an hour.
I got through the front gate at my house and they squealed their tires and drove off. I was scared enough that I didn't bother trying to sneak back in; just burst through the front door to find my mom standing there.
Oops.