Showing posts with label training. Show all posts
Showing posts with label training. Show all posts

Thursday, August 28, 2025

Cars, Guns, and the Constitution: Why Training Matters

About the Minneapolis church tragedy, yet another mass shooting in a church. My heart goes out to that community, and to Americans everywhere living under the weight of this vile reality. This post was already written and scheduled before that event occurred.

As for those now trying to twist the story into a trans issue because of the shooter’s identity, all it really shows is the urgent need for better mental health care for trans individuals. To denigrate, stigmatize, or deny care to that community is not only cruel, it is criminal.

Mass shootings are overwhelmingly a male problem, rooted in guns, culture, & untreated trauma. A rare case involving a trans person doesn’t change that.

This isn't a trans issue. Don’t scapegoat a community...fix access to guns.

Former GOP Rep. Trey Gowdy on the Minneapolis shooting: "We're going to have a conversation of freedom versus protecting children. How many school shootings does it take before we're going to have a conversation about keeping firearms out of -- it's always a young white male"

But also, there needs to be better mental health care, for all Americans. Something painfully pointed out by the current president's problematic mental health status and that of many of his followers, supporters and yes-men types he has surrounded himself with which is NEVER good for ANY leader, especially one with an autocratic orientation.

This topic was already on my mind after a recent visit to a local gun store, where I noticed a case filled with suppressors.

I've been a gun owner since the 1960s. Helped teach hunter safety courses back then. I've been a armed bodyguard. I'm a military vet. I taught my kids about guns. They may own some now. 

This could get attention... 

Cars are not a right...but sanity is, logic is, and reason has to be.

I see common sense as necessary in any society. We need opposing sides, we need debate, and we need both sides of an argument pushed and tested. But to become extreme and remain there, against all reason and sanity, makes no sense by definition. And yet that is what the modern gun culture has spawned.

The fundamental goal of any society, and any government worthy of the name, is to protect its citizens and the nation as a whole. The point is not to force individuals to fend for themselves except in reasonable circumstances, but to relieve them of that constant burden.

We already accept this principle in many areas of life: public health, infrastructure, disaster response, education. Citizens should not have to shoulder every risk alone.

The idea that a “good” government is one that continually does less and less is irrational. A mature, functional government does not push responsibility back onto the people it serves. It handles the things no individual should have to face on their own.

Arming citizens and insisting they remain perpetually responsible, and fearful, for tasks that government can and should manage, such as basic public safety, is not strength. It is failure.

Worse, it edges toward autocracy: the idea that citizens must remain armed not because their government protects them, but to guard against the government itself. History shows how fragile that logic is. Authoritarian regimes may tolerate heavily armed citizens for a time, but only until power is consolidated. Once disarmament comes, resistance is impossible, and by then it is too late.

The irony is stark. Today, many who claim the need for private arsenals also support leaders and movements that openly seek authoritarian control. That contradiction exposes the flaw in the argument. Weapons in private hands are no guarantee of liberty when the very government those citizens empower is the one eroding it.

We have allowed ourselves to become twisted up, chasing single-issue purposes without considering the whole.


Cars and Guns

It seems obvious to me: if society demands training and a license to drive a car, why not apply the same standard to firearms?

Driving is not a constitutional right. It is a modern privilege, regulated because cars did not exist when the Constitution was written. As cars became part of American life, we decided they were too dangerous to leave unregulated. That is why you need driver’s ed, testing, licensing, registration, and insurance to operate one legally. We accept this because it keeps roads safer.

Now imagine the opposite. What if driving had been written into the Constitution as a right?

By the logic of today’s gun advocates, we would need no driver’s ed, no test, no license, no registration, no insurance. Anyone of any age could climb into a car, drive drunk, untrained, or reckless, and claim the Constitution protected their “right to operate a vehicle.”

That sounds absurd. And yet, that is exactly how guns are treated in America.


The Constitutional Twist

The Second Amendment begins with:
“A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State…”

For most of U.S. history, courts interpreted that as tying guns to militia service, not unlimited individual ownership. It was not until 2008’s District of Columbia v. Heller that the Supreme Court redefined it as an individual right. Even then, Justice Scalia admitted:

“Like most rights, the right secured by the Second Amendment is not unlimited… it is not a right to keep and carry any weapon whatsoever in any manner whatsoever and for whatever purpose.”

Even the most conservative reading recognizes regulation as part of the deal.


Cars vs. Guns in Practice

Cars: A modern privilege. Regulated with training, testing, licensing, insurance, and renewal.
Guns: A constitutional right. Some background check paperwork, but no universal training, no licensing, no required proof of safe use.

If America treated cars the way we treat guns, the roads would be a slaughterhouse.


Arguments from the Gun Lobby

Gun advocates often claim most “anti-gun” people are simply uninformed. That is too convenient. Many citizens may not know every detail of firearm law, but the larger problem is that our system allows easy access to powerful weapons with little or no training. That is what regulation could fix.

They also like to strip away whole categories of deaths to make the numbers look smaller. Suicides “don’t count,” gang killings “don’t count,” and soon the toll appears trivial. But suicides do count, because firearms make attempts far deadlier. Poverty and gangs do not excuse homicide, and those lives count too.

Another favorite point is that criminals get their guns “illegally,” so laws will not help. Yet those black-market guns come from legal markets first, through theft, straw buyers, or loopholes. Better regulation would choke that flow. Claims that “hundreds of thousands of crimes” are prevented each year are shaky at best, based on self-reported surveys rather than actual crime data. And the idea of a gun as an “insurance policy” ignores the evidence that keeping one in the home raises the risk of suicide, homicide, and accident more than it prevents crime.

In the end, these arguments are less about facts than framing. By redefining the numbers, narrowing the definitions, and dismissing regulation, they protect an absolutist view of the Second Amendment. If we can demand licensing, training, and accountability for cars, we can demand the same for firearms, because every life in those statistics matters.


Suppressors: The Surreal Example

Walking into a gun shop and seeing suppressors on display today brought this contradiction home. At first, the idea sounds noble: protecting hearing, reducing disturbance to people or animals. But the flip side is darker. A tool that makes killing in a public space less noticeable is dangerous, and that danger outweighs the benefit.

Yes, suppressors are federally regulated under the National Firearms Act. You need a background check, a $200 tax stamp, and months of waiting. But once approved, you can take one home with no training required.

A handful of carefully licensed individuals owning fully automatic weapons, assault rifles, or suppressors might not be a major concern. But the general population? That is another story.

A device designed to muffle gunfire, marketed in pop culture as an assassin’s tool, is treated more casually than a car muffler. Used responsibly, suppressors could make sense for hunters. But paired with military-style rifles in a country with no universal gun training, it becomes reckless.

That is not just reckless. It is surreal.


The Madness of American Exceptionalism

Other developed nations treat guns the way we treat cars, with training, licensing, and renewal. The result is far fewer shootings.

America clings to the idea that freedom means no responsibility. But freedom without responsibility is not freedom. It is chaos.

If cars, which kill over 40,000 Americans a year, require licensing and regulation, why can’t we demand the same for firearms, which kill tens of thousands more?


Closing Thought

The real question is not whether Americans can own guns. The real question is whether Americans can handle them responsibly.

If we accept rules and licensing for something as ordinary as driving, then we can, and must, do the same for firearms. Anything less is negligence written into law.

Cheers! Sláinte! Na zdravie!

Compiled with aid of ChatGPT


Monday, January 28, 2019

Armed Attitude in Home Defense

Try this on for home protection especially when you have children in the house.

If someone, you think, has broken in, and you have a gun, plan to possibly go down with them... if need be. In not taking them down, because of thinking no matter what, you mustn't get damaged in some way or killed too, you have left things open for them to continue on into your house for other family members, or doing this again in another house.

Intruder, or unexpected family?
Take the bad guy down with you if need be. But take him and only him (or her) down.

Police run into this at a far higher rate of incidence than civilians. Yes, even today. They need to try more to protect themselves, to go home at the end of their shift. But not to the point of shooting innocent people, "accidentally". But that's another issue than I'm addressing here today.

There are various gadgets, devices, programs you can have to help other than a gun, but we're talking about a gun here for now. Still, do check out options. Anything you can add to your home is a plus for you and a minus for intruders.

Police have protections civilians, certainly ones in their own home in the middle of the night have. Police have access to ballistic vests, other police, communications, an active network supporting them and so on. And training. As we've seen, not always such great training. It is the nature of their job they may fire on someone innocent, but that has happened too often.

However, when some stranger breaks into your home, they have abdicated the right to being innocent. If they have a weapon, even more so. Unless they are not a stranger....

With that in mind, always validate your target before shooting. Validate also what is behind the bad guy in the case that on the other side of the wall behind him, when you shoot your .44 magnum (or some other ridiculous weapon for home defense), may be your child whose head you just blew off after you killed the intruder.

THINK. Think ahead of time, be proactive, so you have to think less when it's hard to think during an action.

First thing I was taught about using a gun was... "use the right tool for the right job". An assault rifle is NOT agood home defense weapon. A magnum is not a good home defense weapon. A shotgun with proper loads is. Certain handguns are, and with proper loads. You do not want to pass through walls, or houses into other houses. That's kind of paramount. Certainly if you live in a neighborhood close to other homes.

Second? Verify your target. Dark? Lighten it up. One thing nice about smart speakers like Alexa? You can say things like, "Alexa, turn on the living room lights." And voila. An intruder standing in a lit room, their worst nightmare.

Third? Verify what is behind your target (Third plus? What is behind that?). If a wall is behind an intruder, what is behind that wall? You spouse? Child? Children? A window, and beyond that your neighbor's bedroom window? THINK!

Safety first. Always

VERIFY your target. NEVER do "sound shots" (shooting at sounds visually unverified). IF you know exactly what is on the other side of a wall and you can penetrate that wall, that is a consideration, but if you do not have a positive ID on a target, you are always taking a risk. And this is all about risk analysis and acting correctly for the moment.

This stuff is great in movies, great in reality if you're a professional and in the right environment. Look. It's tough. Cowards don't do well with this. They love sound shots. Shooting into the dark.

Part of the problem we're seeing with both police and citizens is they are trying to walk away unscathed. So they shoot too soon. Too often. Before proper verification, before validation. Lacking proper target acquisition and control.

Yes, this all takes practice, not simply gun ownership. That is one of our biggest problems in this country, the 2nd Amendment and all. The "right" to gun ownership without enough verification and education and training. Even cops get it wrong. So an untrained citizen? A disaster waiting to happen. Even with training, you can screw this up royally. So why not take the training and decrease the risk? Do walkthroughs of the house, run through scenarios. Like any good Boy Scout, Be Prepared.

Sounds great surviving a gunfight unscathed. We all want to live (barring ISIS type believers).

But in trying to make a real life and death scenario into a videogame and not real life, in seeing guns as toys and not manslaughter machines, is childish, ignorant, immature.

This is where you have to be prepared if you own a gun. If you may actually be in a gunfight. IF you OWN a gun, you MAY actually end up in a gunfight. IF you do not own a gun, odds are you never will be.

It's not only a gun you own just in CASE you MAY ever be in a gunfight. Ownership does not and simply cannot realistically guarantee your safety. That is magical thinking.


"I own a gun, God will protect me." Next up for you with that belief? The coroner looking at your cold dead gun empty hands on a slab in the morgue.

Wake up. Deal with it. It sucks. But it's reality. And any time you are dealing with lethal force, you are dealing directly with reality. This isn't your partisan reality where your mistaken beliefs take time to damage you and even then you can rationalize them away. A bullet is one of the great equalizers and forces of reality there is.

Do not think that grabbing a gun and blindly firing on an intruder in the dark (or is it your son or daughter home from college unexpectedly?), will work out just fine for you without proper training, preplanning, and preparation of the entire family who lives with you.

Could it? Sure. Do you want to rely on maybe though? Or take the time to increase the odds and decrease the risk of firing a weapon in a house and merely hoping it will all be OK?

Because the other end of that argument could very likely be that you just shot your child. Or in the case of the police, someone else's.

Monday, March 27, 2017

If It Weren't for Irony, Would I Have This Appreciation?

I was married once upon a time, or two. I had met a woman I found quite amazing. She, for some reason, found me quite amazing. That happens in life sometimes. More for some than others, to be sure. We were together for a while. For a while things were, amazing. Then? Then they simply weren't.

It's an old story. Many have lived it.

We split up. It wasn't pretty. She was, however. It wasn't. In fact in some ways, she wasn't. I was miserable. she was angry. And no, I didn't do anything anyone would say is something. What happened can be understandable. But any adult would see that what happened was unethical, immoral and fattening. And not in a good way.

The thing is, what is important is... after she left, after it was all over, other than the fact that we had a daughter between us, I continued living in our house. I wanted continuity for the kids. And maybe for me some, too. After a while the kids were fine and we really needed to move. But I didn't. You see, I didn't get that. That they needed to move, that I needed to move.

Finally I tried to sell the house. But the housing market bubble burst. This was back in 2006. That's when it started to go south for me. The house dropped $140,000 from where it was. It had doubled from where I had bought it, and it lost a lot that next year or so. Eventually, with two mortgages, I was under water. I couldn't sell. It sucked. Ten years later I tried to sell it again.

And it sold this time. I didn't make much on it but at least I got out from under it, I got out from under the second mortgage, I got out from under living in the house my ex wife and I bought together.

During the week I moved out, my SUV broke down. Back in 2000 I had bought her the SUV. She'd had a Ford Ranger truck for years and it was falling apart. The paint was peeling. She had used it all up. She was an internationally certified horse trainer and riding instructor. She used up that truck that she had gotten before she had even met me. She deserved the SUV. It was nice, fancy, dependable. It looked nice, it had the extras package. And it wasn't cheap.

When she left it surprised me that she said she didn't want any of the cars. So I got them.

Long story short, during the time when I was moving after having finally sold the house, during the week I was moving to a new house, the SUV broke again. Several hundred dollars later, it broke again. A few hundred later it broke again that same week.

I finally had it. I parked it and called the dealer where I have taken my cars for years (and shameless plug for Liberty Bay Auto in Poulsbo, WA). Another long story short (I was actually able to get it started again and simply drove it the whole mile over to their shop), I traded in the originally $32,000 1998 Nissan Pathfinder LE to them for $100 and got myself a nice and much newer little car that I love now oh so much.

My point in all this being?

I'd had my heart ripped out by my ex. I lived for years in the house we had decorated, had remolded together and had bought together. I had two of her cars, both of which broke down before I moved and one had to be towed, while the other had to be traded cheaply in on another car. I had also had another car too. A turbo, vroom, vroom. What a car! But the engine blew.

So I finally moved out of that house we had bought together.

Finally I had a new house, new car, and no more old cars breaking down anymore. I also have a 2006 Harley which I bought a few years ago and it's mine, all mine. I have no major remembrances of my ex any longer swimming around my mind. I had a house in the woods, on a couple of beautiful acres. I now have a house on maybe an acre, with an awesome view of part of Puget Sound.

Nothing about this place reminds me of my ex.

And then after we moved in, across the street from us, in the house on the water with a dock, a new family moved in. At first I thought, fine. Good for them. And then it happened.

They pulled up and parked a horse trailer out front on a road too small so that it was technically illegal to park it there. It sat there, day in and day out. We live on a tiny paved road with not lots of room for cars parked on either curb (no curb anyway) and two way traffic still needing to be able to amble along. I checked the law. Parking on this road is illegal. You need to have a driveway. Odd. I know.

So it's extremely obvious it's sitting there when we come and go. Or I look out a window.

See, I have a huge picture window with an awesome view. And right there, right out front, day in and day out, unable not to see it... is that horse trailer. Which by association requires that the people, or at least the woman wearing riding gear type clothing must be another "horse person".

Did I mention my ex was a horse trainer? And riding instructor? That when we were first living together I had moved into her apartment in the front of a huge modern horse barn with over sixty-two horse stalls, a round pen, an arena, washing stalls, offices, a couple of modern apartments, etc., etc., etc. It was a sizable horse farm.

My ex had worked so hard, before sunrise to long after sunset, that on Sunday mornings at 5AM I would get up in my bathrobe and even in the frigid winter air, in my bathrobe and slippers, push along the wheelbarrow and feed all of the horses for her so she could sleep in one day a wake. Myself, I had to commute an hour each day into Seattle and it was a brutal commute.

We lived upstairs in the barn. So I could go out through our back laundry room into the upstairs part of the barn above all the horse stalls. I could go to each stall above it, drop down hay, timothy, grain or whatever the horse needed according to its note on the stall chute, and then go to the next horse.

Then I'd go back to the apartment, crawl back into bed, freezing in the winter, next to a lovely warm and attractive naked body that would appreciatively snuggle up next to me to warm me in appreciation. Something I always found amazing, as I was freezing at times I'm sure. But such was the appreciation she felt for my efforts. It was just one of those experiences that both found incredibly rewarding. That made life just a little bit better.

And now, all I have is that horse trailer that simply won't go away.

UPDATE: About a week after I wrote this, they sold the horse trailer! And my new experience in my new life finally, continued on.