Gods there's a lot of self-righteous, smug naiveté wafting around this thread... The stench of it is becoming nauseating; the stench of sheep.
Sheep who think there are no wolves because they've never seen one, or there don't happen to be any around at the moment; sheep who take lessons in how to be a wolf and think themselves one, because they've never been confronted by a real wolf; sheep who think that human laws will protect them, though by definition wolves are not bound by such laws; sheep who think themselves smarter, move evolved and civil and advanced... simply because they are sheep.
Humans never cease to amuse and disappoint me. Time to spray a bit of anti-smug into this thread...
frankwah wrote:
In my area, you don't really need weapons... I guess unless you're a woman. Then mace might be a good idea.
This statement is inherently self-contradictory.
dustbowlrefugee wrote:
It used to annoy me so much, he couldnt see that he was pepetuating the only reason to carry one: that other fools might also be carrying one.
Irony; in naming the only reason one might carry a knife as being a fool, you reveal your own foolish, judgmental, narrow-mindedness.
kreb1958 wrote:
I live in a quiet part of the UK, where people do not expect violent crime.
You are fortunate; I hope your good fortune continues, I really do. But striking where least expected is one of the first rules for more intelligent criminals. Not expecting problems is both a luxury, and a vulnerability. Despite a large scale, well orchestrated pacification effort by the British government, Britain will continue to have its share of crime and criminals. There are those who will never be pacified, will never just lie down.
Raptor wrote:
Your personal security is YOUR responsibility.
THANK YOU; perhaps there is some hope for humans yet. At least some of them. I would extend that notion to include the security of one's loved ones as well.
Dunwich wrote:
My point is that outside of knives and guns, whether something is or isn't a weapon depends entirely on whether its owner says it is. So I'm curious as to just what Icarus's arsenal consists of.
You are perceptive. Generally speaking, my "arsenal" consists of whatever I need to get the job done. Danielismyname raised an excellent point: it all starts with one's mind and mindset. Knowledge is a useful weapon; knowledge of anatomy to know where best to strike; knowledge of physics to understand force and leverage; knowledge of human psychology in order to read or bluff your opponent; and so on. My body, too, I have trained to be a weapon insofar as I can; a good, hard kick to the stomach from a steel-toed engineering boot is a favored defensive attack, for example. I do not trust chemical sprays or shock weapons; they are not reliable always reliable, which I know because I've had them tested on myself to see. I carry a few other things, but I dislike giving away all of my surprises. An excellent weapon that many overlook is whatever environment you happen to be in. Anything I might pick up and throw; anything I might use as partial cover or attack leverage; anything that I might crack someone's head against, or throw someone through or off of; anything that I might climb up or jump down from in order to escape... And, of course, escape I will if the situation dictates. [Anyone who claims to know "martial arts" well enough to defend themselves outside of a classroom surely will know all of this.]
But, there are times when retreat is not an option. As I mentioned, I am a husband and a father; it is my duty to defend my family, and I take that duty very seriously. If I am not prepared and able to defend them, I fail in my duty as husband and father. There are times when I may choose a strategic exit as the way to cope with a dangerous situation for myself; I can be extremely elusive, have done so in the past. But if my wife or son are present, for example, in a home-invasion style assault, my only choices are to lay down, or do battle. And I will NOT lay down while my family is in jeopardy, not unless I am dead.
In all, I do not live in fear or paranoia, as many might sadly presume. Rather, I live in quiet hope and confidence. The confidence comes from knowing I've done my utmost best to prepare for any unfortunate contingency that might happen upon me or my loved ones, and knowing that I have not stuck my head in the sand and assumed life will always go nicely (I know humans and human nature too well to do this), knowing that I am not easy prey, nor will I allow my family to be. And the hope goes towards never having to need to defend my loved ones in a dangerous situation; may my entire life pass without ever once having to do so... But more than anything else, that hope rests on luck.
And I will not trust my family's lives to luck alone; I love and value them too much to do so.
Woo! I hope that cleared the air a bit.
Feel free to disagree with me, to maintain a position that differs from mine; but don't mistake me for a fool or a simipleton.
Good fortune,
- Icarus Will Not Lie Down
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