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Thoughts ladies? Gents? People who like to carry concealed weapons?
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I know several officers in my department who run CCW courses, and weapons (Mostly hand gun) familiarization courses. I also know several of them also sell surplus military, security or LEO equipment. And several ranges in the area-mostly the more upscale places-offer courses in this vein. I think I know a guy who runs a "Defensive Driving" school, that specializes in teaching people how to drive VIP's in formal settings, and "anti-terrorism" (His words not mine) driving techniques and tactics.
My wife has recently expressed interest in some of these.
My wife has recently expressed interest in some of these.
I'm not a lady, but I do live in Canada's highest violent crime capital. I'll let people here drawn their own conclusions.
Canada has crime? 
And here we Michgander's just thought you were all up there sharpening your ice skates, waitin for your opportunities to pass your money off on us! 
And here we Michgander's just thought you were all up there sharpening your ice skates, waitin for your opportunities to pass your money off on us!
QUOTE (Paul @ Oct 21 2011, 09:08 PM) 
Canada has crime? And here we Michgander's just thought you were all up there sharpening your ice skates, waitin for your opportunities to pass your money off on us!
And here we Michgander's just thought you were all up there sharpening your ice skates, waitin for your opportunities to pass your money off on us! http://thepunchlineismachismo.com/archives/304
This explains us Canadians (though obviously Canray and I (and the other Canadians on here) are better speakers)
Ironically, I live in NYC. This city is known for violence, bloodshed, & generally being an inhospitable place to outsiders. The number of CCW licenses here is TINY. As for which ladies would sign up for these lessons... ironically again, not a lot would I think in this city.
QUOTE (Saint Hallow @ Oct 21 2011, 10:39 PM)
Ironically, I live in NYC. This city is known for violence, bloodshed, & generally being an inhospitable place to outsiders. The number of CCW licenses here is TINY. As for which ladies would sign up for these lessons... ironically again, not a lot would I think in this city.
Not being a resident of New York I may be mistaken, but isn't it fairly illegal to possess a firearm (registered or not) within the city limits of NYC?
QUOTE (Jekolmy @ Oct 22 2011, 01:50 AM)
Not being a resident of New York I may be mistaken, but isn't it fairly illegal to possess a firearm (registered or not) within the city limits of NYC?
Nope. If you have a license, you may own a firearm in NYC.
NYC Gun laws. If you are asking about a CCW, that's a whole another migraine and a half.
In short, NY City requires a license to own any sort of firearm, whereas the rest of the state only requires licenses for Handguns.
Which is why when I moved from Texas to Westchester, NY I kept my shotgun but had to sell my pistols, cos the process for getting a handgun permit in NY is a massive gigantic pain in the ass, and unlike most other states they do NOT accept out-of-state licenses for any reason.
There are technically Concealed Carry licenses, but good luck in getting one.
It's generally not really possible to actually ban firearm ownership completely in the United States. We have this Amendment protecting the right to bear arms, you see. The most they can do is make it difficult to obtain a permit.
-k
Which is why when I moved from Texas to Westchester, NY I kept my shotgun but had to sell my pistols, cos the process for getting a handgun permit in NY is a massive gigantic pain in the ass, and unlike most other states they do NOT accept out-of-state licenses for any reason.
There are technically Concealed Carry licenses, but good luck in getting one.
It's generally not really possible to actually ban firearm ownership completely in the United States. We have this Amendment protecting the right to bear arms, you see. The most they can do is make it difficult to obtain a permit.
-k
QUOTE (KarmaInferno @ Oct 22 2011, 03:10 AM)
The most they can do is make it difficult to obtain a permit.
NYC has perfected this to an art.
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Ladies, ...have you ever felt...unsafe?
Am I the only one who thought of a tampon ad first?
QUOTE (Saint Hallow @ Oct 22 2011, 12:54 AM)
NYC has perfected this to an art.
And then you have some places where you can open carry. Go figure.
QUOTE (Sengir @ Oct 22 2011, 04:26 AM)
Am I the only one who thought of a tampon ad first?
Nope. First thought in my head was for a douche/cleaner. I did learn from a female friend that a .22 round will fit perfectly in a plastic/cardboard tampon. Don't know how she figured it out or why... I didn't want to know.
QUOTE (Sengir @ Oct 22 2011, 05:26 AM)
Am I the only one who thought of a tampon ad first?
I think this is part of the reason my wife and I started laughing at this.
QUOTE (Saint Hallow @ Oct 22 2011, 10:52 AM)
I did learn from a female friend that a .22 round will fit perfectly in a plastic/cardboard tampon. Don't know how she figured it out or why... I didn't want to know.
Well, I'm still waiting for the day the TSA bans tampons because they could be used to disguise an explosive plus fuse chord
QUOTE (Faraday @ Oct 22 2011, 04:45 AM)
And then you have some places where you can open carry. Go figure.
Az is Right To Carry. Texas is thinking about it.
QUOTE (Sengir @ Oct 23 2011, 07:20 AM)
Well, I'm still waiting for the day the TSA bans tampons because they could be used to disguise an explosive plus fuse chord
DON'T GIVE THEM IDEAS!!!
QUOTE (CanRay @ Oct 23 2011, 07:28 PM)
DON'T GIVE THEM IDEAS!!!
Well, there are some follow-up ideas on that.
QUOTE (CanRay @ Oct 23 2011, 01:28 PM)
DON'T GIVE THEM IDEAS!!!
Don't give my players ideas
QUOTE (Dez384 @ Oct 23 2011, 05:33 PM)
Don't give my players ideas
Exploding tampons, eh?
Naaahh...I think peanut butter detonating doggies are much better, both in terms of explosive yield and psychological damage.
QUOTE (Loch @ Oct 23 2011, 07:44 PM)
Exploding tampons, eh?
Naaahh...I think peanut butter detonating doggies are much better, both in terms of explosive yield and psychological damage.
Naaahh...I think peanut butter detonating doggies are much better, both in terms of explosive yield and psychological damage.
It was exploding rats.
Yes, but when you have access to bigger critters, why stop there? 
Exploding Devil and Demon Rats?
QUOTE (CanRay @ Oct 24 2011, 01:12 AM)
Exploding Devil and Demon Rats?
If Heavy Weapons Troll could catch them easily, he might try it. Junkyard dogs are always available though, and they looooove peanut butter.
"I am Heavy Weapons Troll, and this is my Gun... Sasha."
OK, armed ladies out there, what have you named your firearms?
OK, armed ladies out there, what have you named your firearms?
True story. I used to record concerts using a mini recorder that fit inside a tampon. This was well over 10 years ago when I was younger and stupider.
I still believe there is a lot you can do under the guise of a female hygiene product.
On the concealed weapons front. I went looking for a taser when I was starting college. My school was in a not so nice neighborhood and I'm not exactly the most imposing looking female, so I wanted something to give me a little reassurance. The only place I could find to purchase one was in a gun store (This was before the wealth of online shopping that is available) and no one would sell me the taser. I went to several shops and each one only wanted to sell me a small pistol. The logic I heard? "If you need to use it, you won't get in trouble. It's self defense." On one hand. Cool, empowering. On another, eh, not so much. I'm all for firearms (Look what forum I'm posting on), but their logic just broke my brain in some bizarre way.
I still believe there is a lot you can do under the guise of a female hygiene product.
On the concealed weapons front. I went looking for a taser when I was starting college. My school was in a not so nice neighborhood and I'm not exactly the most imposing looking female, so I wanted something to give me a little reassurance. The only place I could find to purchase one was in a gun store (This was before the wealth of online shopping that is available) and no one would sell me the taser. I went to several shops and each one only wanted to sell me a small pistol. The logic I heard? "If you need to use it, you won't get in trouble. It's self defense." On one hand. Cool, empowering. On another, eh, not so much. I'm all for firearms (Look what forum I'm posting on), but their logic just broke my brain in some bizarre way.
I live in Pennsylvania, which is an open carry & shall issue state, except for Philadelphia.
Open Carry means specifically you are allowed to have a hand gun in its holster on your belt visible for all to see. You can't wear it in a car though (and a handful of other places).
Shall Issue means that a License to Carry Firearms shall be issued unless there is just cause to prevent you from owning firearms (mental defect, felony conviction, etc). It also does not mandate that you must concealed carry, it just makes concealed carry a legal option for you.
Philadelphia has a slightly different set of rules because it's population is over 1 million. There, you are not allowed to open carry unless you have a LTCF, and then the Philly police department will still harass the shit out of you.
And because Full Metal Jacket amuses me, I have given all of my firearms girl's names. But the most fun is still Olga, my old M44 Mosin-Nagant bolt action carbine with side folding bayonet. Olga's not the prettiest, but she is often the loudest at the range (with only the one fellow's Barret .50 cal being louder), is the only one with day light muzzle flash, and always go mudda fragging BOOM (My pistols only go bang & my .30-06 only goes boom).
And tasers aren't as good as even smaller cailber pistols because a good thick coat will stop most currently made taser from doing it's thing. They are getting better though. Also, pistols look more intimidating than tasers, and are thus morely likely to cause a perp to flee before you have to discharge the weapon.
And yeah, I'm one of those right wing gun nuts (though I prefer fire arms enthusiast) with a PA LTCF and a C&R FFL.
Cordially,
Eric
Open Carry means specifically you are allowed to have a hand gun in its holster on your belt visible for all to see. You can't wear it in a car though (and a handful of other places).
Shall Issue means that a License to Carry Firearms shall be issued unless there is just cause to prevent you from owning firearms (mental defect, felony conviction, etc). It also does not mandate that you must concealed carry, it just makes concealed carry a legal option for you.
Philadelphia has a slightly different set of rules because it's population is over 1 million. There, you are not allowed to open carry unless you have a LTCF, and then the Philly police department will still harass the shit out of you.
And because Full Metal Jacket amuses me, I have given all of my firearms girl's names. But the most fun is still Olga, my old M44 Mosin-Nagant bolt action carbine with side folding bayonet. Olga's not the prettiest, but she is often the loudest at the range (with only the one fellow's Barret .50 cal being louder), is the only one with day light muzzle flash, and always go mudda fragging BOOM (My pistols only go bang & my .30-06 only goes boom).
And tasers aren't as good as even smaller cailber pistols because a good thick coat will stop most currently made taser from doing it's thing. They are getting better though. Also, pistols look more intimidating than tasers, and are thus morely likely to cause a perp to flee before you have to discharge the weapon.
And yeah, I'm one of those right wing gun nuts (though I prefer fire arms enthusiast) with a PA LTCF and a C&R FFL.
Cordially,
Eric
Nice transition from I carry concealed to large rifle.
QUOTE (CanRay @ Oct 23 2011, 05:28 PM)
DON'T GIVE THEM IDEAS!!!
If I wanted to give them any ideas, I'd post this:
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United States Department of Edutainment presents:
JILL RIDES AN AIRPLANE!
FASCO Films Department: © 2015
Jill is 23. She is going to fly from Newark, New Jersey to Los Angeles to see her grandmother, whom she hasn't seen since she was 11.
A few months ago, Jill had to go to her state-approved physician to apply for a Right to Fly exam (a FASCO class C exam). She had to submit blood tests and take a basic psychological profile exam (30 minutes of 500 questions). Her doctor passed her, and she was able to apply to the Federal Air Safety Control Office for a FASCO 101 compliance. In her paperwork, she had to detail her arrival and departure time, purpose of visit, a list of people she would see on her visit, a list of her last 4 previous addresses, and a list of all places she has visited for more than 1 hour 20 miles or more away from home. In addition, she has to provide the names and contact information of two witnesses who can vouch for her status as a citizen where one of them has to already have FASCO clearance within the last 5 years. The entire form has to then be notarized, submitted with some DNA samples, a fingerprint, and a current photo. Upon completion, Jill submits the entire set of forms, and waits 4-6 weeks.
Jill's boss, Mr. Sterner, flys frequently. He only has to submit a FASCO 201 when he wants to fly. He has to reapply for his FASCO 201 status every five years, but it only takes 2 weeks to get his 201 authorization back. After all, Mr. Sterner is a very important man!
Six weeks later, Jill gets her authorization which is good only for the flight she applied for. Should the flight plans change, she will have to reapply, but only use a FASCO 103 to reassign her destination time and dates, and that process takes only 1-2 weeks, or just a few hours if she drops by a FASCO office in person. Her authorization packet contains a copy of her submitted paperwork and her authorization, printed in a small booklet with color shifting ink and holograms to prevent forgeries.
Just before she left, Jill put her travel needs into a box and had it shipped to her destination using her favorite commercial carrier. She went to the airport wearing only comfortable casual clothes, her identification, and a small bag with some books to read, and a disposable one-day use cash card with a balance of all the money she should need for the day. Jill has read her homework, and is prepared to fly into safety!
She takes a cab to the airport arrival station. It's a large building in front of a securely guarded airport. As she passes by the throngs of people saying goodbye to loved ones, she makes sure she has her papers and smiles in anticipation of her safe and comfortable flight.
The airplane departure area is far away from the actual airport. Jill can hear the planes, but not see them yet. Be patient, Jill, we wouldn't want to spoil the surprise! She steps up to the line to her ticket booth. Gone are the lines to various carriers, they already know you're coming! She merely separates into lines for those who had FASCO Class 1, like herself, as well as Class 2, for people like her boss, and Class 3 for government or emergency workers.
When she gets to the counter, a uniformed woman takes her booklet, and compares it to her ID. She asks for a fingerprint scan. Uh oh! There's a problem. Jill can't remember what finger she used! But the lady helps her out, and within minutes, she's approved to go into the disrobing chamber. The lady gives her a neck tag, stamps Jill's forehead, and sends her on her way past the many guards down a hallway.
Jill knows what to expect. Helpful pictograph signs show her what she will be doing when she gets to the disrobing room. At the end of the hallway, she steps into a free closet, and strips down naked. Don't forget those earrings and hair bands, Jill! Jill remembered that the safety of her personal belongings could never be guaranteed, so she came wearing nothing she couldn't afford to lose. She puts her belongings in a plastic bag, and seals it nice and tight. She sees herself in the mirror. Oh my, Jill. We have been gaining a little weight, haven't we? Better lay off those desserts at the buffet when you're in Los Angeles, Jill!
Then she puts her tag around her neck, and inspects the red stamp on her forehead. It identifies that she's been passed by Desk 34 in Newark. The New Jersey seal of safety approval shines like a beacon of safety, letting Jill relax and know she's in capable hands. It helps in a crowd of people to identify she's authorized to be a passenger. It does not rub off until she will later wipe it off with a mild alcoholic solution. But for now, it is a reassuring red mark that she has safe and will be taken care of.
She takes the sticker off her sealed bag, and puts it in the designated area in her booklet. This will assure her that she can be identified with her belongings upon her arrival. Looking in the shelf, she grabs an "airplane gown," a form-fitting elastic jumpsuit similar to the snuggly pajamas she wore as a little girl. As the soft microfiber adheres to her skin, she admires her figure with small pale FASCO logos on them. She then grabs a set of disposable airline slippers and puts them on.
Now she's ready to fly!
[swell of orchestra music]
Taking her bag, she submits it to a guard near a line of people, waiting to go onto the security conveyor system. Like the sidewalks of tomorrow, they roll passengers past a series of safety rays, which scan for bomb and drug residue, as well as X-ray for any unauthorized implants of concealed cargo someone might carry. Good thing you didn't eat this morning, because they could tell you what's making you a little pudgy, Jill!
At the end of the line, you are told to go through one of several gates by a random number assigned to your ID tag. Randomly, you might be selected for extra deep scanning. Jill has not been selected, and from the sounds of the young well-developed teen ahead of her who was, it doesn't sound pleasant! Don't worry, Jill. That young girl is very safe thanks to a series of trained men who will keep her private and snug behind sealed doors. The deep scanning is to make sure that nobody is an enemy agent in league with a bad FASCO employee. While no enemy FASCO agent has ever been reported, it's thanks in part to random deep scanning and time-trusted series of rapid questions. After a few minutes with those boys, that girl would tell them anything they need to know! Including her boyfriend's secret nickname! And thanks to overhead safety laws used by US Customs, nobody can use the US Constitution against the rest of America. So don't worry, Jill. That girl is as safe as you are!
Once sorted and scanned, Jill is put on a bus, which will take her to the actual airport. Jill is excited, because she will get to be on a real AIRPLANE! While she has trouble containing her glee, Jill remembers that no talking is allowed on the bus with other passengers. After all, that driver has to concentrate on the road with almost no windows on the bus!
Once a tangled mess of confused people, airports are now modern areas of traffic efficiency! As the bus unloads its stream of warm and clean passengers, Jill is only minutes away from her airplane gate! In the olden days, this would take hours, and she would be led astray with the confusion of hallways, excess traffic, and merchants pestering here. But now as she follows the crowds to their scanning points, uniformed guards will scan her tags, and helpfully tell her where to go.
A turn to the left [beep]
A turn to the right [beep]
Down that hall [beep]
And then...
[music swells]
The AIRPLANE!
[chorus of angels]
Jill sits in the waiting area. The pilots and mechanics want to make sure that the airplane is juuust right for Jill's visit to her grandmother. Hours seem like minutes until she is escorted down a long hallway to the airplane itself.
Soothing music plays as Jill is seated. Everything has been taken care of for her. And while the seats seem awfully small, it won't matter once they get to flying. Jill is so excited, she hopes she can stay awake for the takeoff!
The plane is quickly filled and humming with the anticipation of a good flight. The captain states the flight information and remind people to lie back and relax as he rolls the airplane down the runway and the armed attendants put on their masks. Jill does not even hear the gentle hiss of the gas as it fills the cabin with its flowery smell. Just think Jill, the plane needs perfume just like you do! She knows that she's not going to have a reaction to the sleep gas because she had an exam from her physician! As she drifts to sleep, she gets the sensation of flying with a small smile on her lips...
... and landing! Jill awakens slowly. To Jill, only minutes have passed, but her muscles are stiff. Weather complication during a layover added an hour or two to their arrival time, but their tags have already been updated for them due to the modern computer system that keeps track of all its little passengers. The attendants give Jill some bottled water with a mild stimulant to help wear off the effects of the sleep gas. They are just like mom, always making her sleepyheads are awake!
When they get to the gate, Jill is filed off the plane and scanned. Her legs are stiff and sore, but quickly flow with new blood as she awaits her turn to be sorted and moved to a bus that will take her to the airport arrival station in Los Angeles. Her heart skips a beat when she sees the older airport towers of the retired LAX Museum of Flight. She can't believe she's really here!
Jill stands patiently in line, awaiting her clothing. It seems to take forever! They match her booklet and tag, find her sealed bag, and send her to a disrobing room to change into her normal clothing. She keeps the disposable slippers as a souvenir of her grand journey.
Is that Grandma outside, behind the two fences and barbed wire? It might just be...
[grand music plays and Jill and grandma hug one another]
Grandma! Oh, how she's missed her little girl! And that long nap has made Jill look refreshed and radiant! The stamp on her forehead glistens in the California sun as they go to Grandmas house and talk about Jill's exciting day...
On an AIRPLANE!
[music swells, credits play]
JILL RIDES AN AIRPLANE!
FASCO Films Department: © 2015
Jill is 23. She is going to fly from Newark, New Jersey to Los Angeles to see her grandmother, whom she hasn't seen since she was 11.
A few months ago, Jill had to go to her state-approved physician to apply for a Right to Fly exam (a FASCO class C exam). She had to submit blood tests and take a basic psychological profile exam (30 minutes of 500 questions). Her doctor passed her, and she was able to apply to the Federal Air Safety Control Office for a FASCO 101 compliance. In her paperwork, she had to detail her arrival and departure time, purpose of visit, a list of people she would see on her visit, a list of her last 4 previous addresses, and a list of all places she has visited for more than 1 hour 20 miles or more away from home. In addition, she has to provide the names and contact information of two witnesses who can vouch for her status as a citizen where one of them has to already have FASCO clearance within the last 5 years. The entire form has to then be notarized, submitted with some DNA samples, a fingerprint, and a current photo. Upon completion, Jill submits the entire set of forms, and waits 4-6 weeks.
Jill's boss, Mr. Sterner, flys frequently. He only has to submit a FASCO 201 when he wants to fly. He has to reapply for his FASCO 201 status every five years, but it only takes 2 weeks to get his 201 authorization back. After all, Mr. Sterner is a very important man!
Six weeks later, Jill gets her authorization which is good only for the flight she applied for. Should the flight plans change, she will have to reapply, but only use a FASCO 103 to reassign her destination time and dates, and that process takes only 1-2 weeks, or just a few hours if she drops by a FASCO office in person. Her authorization packet contains a copy of her submitted paperwork and her authorization, printed in a small booklet with color shifting ink and holograms to prevent forgeries.
Just before she left, Jill put her travel needs into a box and had it shipped to her destination using her favorite commercial carrier. She went to the airport wearing only comfortable casual clothes, her identification, and a small bag with some books to read, and a disposable one-day use cash card with a balance of all the money she should need for the day. Jill has read her homework, and is prepared to fly into safety!
She takes a cab to the airport arrival station. It's a large building in front of a securely guarded airport. As she passes by the throngs of people saying goodbye to loved ones, she makes sure she has her papers and smiles in anticipation of her safe and comfortable flight.
The airplane departure area is far away from the actual airport. Jill can hear the planes, but not see them yet. Be patient, Jill, we wouldn't want to spoil the surprise! She steps up to the line to her ticket booth. Gone are the lines to various carriers, they already know you're coming! She merely separates into lines for those who had FASCO Class 1, like herself, as well as Class 2, for people like her boss, and Class 3 for government or emergency workers.
When she gets to the counter, a uniformed woman takes her booklet, and compares it to her ID. She asks for a fingerprint scan. Uh oh! There's a problem. Jill can't remember what finger she used! But the lady helps her out, and within minutes, she's approved to go into the disrobing chamber. The lady gives her a neck tag, stamps Jill's forehead, and sends her on her way past the many guards down a hallway.
Jill knows what to expect. Helpful pictograph signs show her what she will be doing when she gets to the disrobing room. At the end of the hallway, she steps into a free closet, and strips down naked. Don't forget those earrings and hair bands, Jill! Jill remembered that the safety of her personal belongings could never be guaranteed, so she came wearing nothing she couldn't afford to lose. She puts her belongings in a plastic bag, and seals it nice and tight. She sees herself in the mirror. Oh my, Jill. We have been gaining a little weight, haven't we? Better lay off those desserts at the buffet when you're in Los Angeles, Jill!
Then she puts her tag around her neck, and inspects the red stamp on her forehead. It identifies that she's been passed by Desk 34 in Newark. The New Jersey seal of safety approval shines like a beacon of safety, letting Jill relax and know she's in capable hands. It helps in a crowd of people to identify she's authorized to be a passenger. It does not rub off until she will later wipe it off with a mild alcoholic solution. But for now, it is a reassuring red mark that she has safe and will be taken care of.
She takes the sticker off her sealed bag, and puts it in the designated area in her booklet. This will assure her that she can be identified with her belongings upon her arrival. Looking in the shelf, she grabs an "airplane gown," a form-fitting elastic jumpsuit similar to the snuggly pajamas she wore as a little girl. As the soft microfiber adheres to her skin, she admires her figure with small pale FASCO logos on them. She then grabs a set of disposable airline slippers and puts them on.
Now she's ready to fly!
[swell of orchestra music]
Taking her bag, she submits it to a guard near a line of people, waiting to go onto the security conveyor system. Like the sidewalks of tomorrow, they roll passengers past a series of safety rays, which scan for bomb and drug residue, as well as X-ray for any unauthorized implants of concealed cargo someone might carry. Good thing you didn't eat this morning, because they could tell you what's making you a little pudgy, Jill!
At the end of the line, you are told to go through one of several gates by a random number assigned to your ID tag. Randomly, you might be selected for extra deep scanning. Jill has not been selected, and from the sounds of the young well-developed teen ahead of her who was, it doesn't sound pleasant! Don't worry, Jill. That young girl is very safe thanks to a series of trained men who will keep her private and snug behind sealed doors. The deep scanning is to make sure that nobody is an enemy agent in league with a bad FASCO employee. While no enemy FASCO agent has ever been reported, it's thanks in part to random deep scanning and time-trusted series of rapid questions. After a few minutes with those boys, that girl would tell them anything they need to know! Including her boyfriend's secret nickname! And thanks to overhead safety laws used by US Customs, nobody can use the US Constitution against the rest of America. So don't worry, Jill. That girl is as safe as you are!
Once sorted and scanned, Jill is put on a bus, which will take her to the actual airport. Jill is excited, because she will get to be on a real AIRPLANE! While she has trouble containing her glee, Jill remembers that no talking is allowed on the bus with other passengers. After all, that driver has to concentrate on the road with almost no windows on the bus!
Once a tangled mess of confused people, airports are now modern areas of traffic efficiency! As the bus unloads its stream of warm and clean passengers, Jill is only minutes away from her airplane gate! In the olden days, this would take hours, and she would be led astray with the confusion of hallways, excess traffic, and merchants pestering here. But now as she follows the crowds to their scanning points, uniformed guards will scan her tags, and helpfully tell her where to go.
A turn to the left [beep]
A turn to the right [beep]
Down that hall [beep]
And then...
[music swells]
The AIRPLANE!
[chorus of angels]
Jill sits in the waiting area. The pilots and mechanics want to make sure that the airplane is juuust right for Jill's visit to her grandmother. Hours seem like minutes until she is escorted down a long hallway to the airplane itself.
Soothing music plays as Jill is seated. Everything has been taken care of for her. And while the seats seem awfully small, it won't matter once they get to flying. Jill is so excited, she hopes she can stay awake for the takeoff!
The plane is quickly filled and humming with the anticipation of a good flight. The captain states the flight information and remind people to lie back and relax as he rolls the airplane down the runway and the armed attendants put on their masks. Jill does not even hear the gentle hiss of the gas as it fills the cabin with its flowery smell. Just think Jill, the plane needs perfume just like you do! She knows that she's not going to have a reaction to the sleep gas because she had an exam from her physician! As she drifts to sleep, she gets the sensation of flying with a small smile on her lips...
... and landing! Jill awakens slowly. To Jill, only minutes have passed, but her muscles are stiff. Weather complication during a layover added an hour or two to their arrival time, but their tags have already been updated for them due to the modern computer system that keeps track of all its little passengers. The attendants give Jill some bottled water with a mild stimulant to help wear off the effects of the sleep gas. They are just like mom, always making her sleepyheads are awake!
When they get to the gate, Jill is filed off the plane and scanned. Her legs are stiff and sore, but quickly flow with new blood as she awaits her turn to be sorted and moved to a bus that will take her to the airport arrival station in Los Angeles. Her heart skips a beat when she sees the older airport towers of the retired LAX Museum of Flight. She can't believe she's really here!
Jill stands patiently in line, awaiting her clothing. It seems to take forever! They match her booklet and tag, find her sealed bag, and send her to a disrobing room to change into her normal clothing. She keeps the disposable slippers as a souvenir of her grand journey.
Is that Grandma outside, behind the two fences and barbed wire? It might just be...
[grand music plays and Jill and grandma hug one another]
Grandma! Oh, how she's missed her little girl! And that long nap has made Jill look refreshed and radiant! The stamp on her forehead glistens in the California sun as they go to Grandmas house and talk about Jill's exciting day...
On an AIRPLANE!
[music swells, credits play]
I live in Tennessee where no permit is require to own guns. I have an unregistered pistol I keep at home for home defense.
Carrying requires a license that is VERY easy to get. 2 hour class and no criminal or mental health in your background and bam, your carrying. My workplace has a strick no firearms policy though, so I have never bothered to get a permit.
I have a co-worker with a permit, and he carrys ALL the TIME. He even carrys at home when he is in his bathrobe. Recently in his hometown a guy was going out to get his mail and some felon on a crime spree drove up and shot him. Didnt steal anything... the guy was wearing shorts and a bathrobe at the time, the criminal just wanted to shoot somebody.
He is a cyclist and goes on 20+ mile bike trips. He has affixed a holster to his bike and always brings his gun prominently displayed with him. Mostly in case of rabid animals, but also to dissuade random assholes on crime sprees.
At my church one of our deacons is a firearm instructor. A group of guys at our church all got their permits and formed security groups. Teams Alpha, Bravo and Charlie (i kid you not) and they take turns patrolling the hallways during church, all with concealed firearms. I think it partially started when a neighboring church almost had a girl abducted from the parking lot, but I think its mostly just because we are Tennessee good ole boys who like carrying guns.
My wife stays at home with our kids now, but she used to be a social worker. She would go alone to client's houses every day. I wish I could get her to carry a gun, but she is afraid of them. I did get her to carry mace at least, though in my opinion any woman who is going to be going alone to dangerous places should be carrying a deadly weapon.
If someone broke into my home I would shoot to kill, no warning. I think if someone attacks a woman, that woman has the right to shoot her attacker with a clear conscience. I think if more private citizens carried guns, crime would decrease significantly.
Carrying requires a license that is VERY easy to get. 2 hour class and no criminal or mental health in your background and bam, your carrying. My workplace has a strick no firearms policy though, so I have never bothered to get a permit.
I have a co-worker with a permit, and he carrys ALL the TIME. He even carrys at home when he is in his bathrobe. Recently in his hometown a guy was going out to get his mail and some felon on a crime spree drove up and shot him. Didnt steal anything... the guy was wearing shorts and a bathrobe at the time, the criminal just wanted to shoot somebody.
He is a cyclist and goes on 20+ mile bike trips. He has affixed a holster to his bike and always brings his gun prominently displayed with him. Mostly in case of rabid animals, but also to dissuade random assholes on crime sprees.
At my church one of our deacons is a firearm instructor. A group of guys at our church all got their permits and formed security groups. Teams Alpha, Bravo and Charlie (i kid you not) and they take turns patrolling the hallways during church, all with concealed firearms. I think it partially started when a neighboring church almost had a girl abducted from the parking lot, but I think its mostly just because we are Tennessee good ole boys who like carrying guns.
My wife stays at home with our kids now, but she used to be a social worker. She would go alone to client's houses every day. I wish I could get her to carry a gun, but she is afraid of them. I did get her to carry mace at least, though in my opinion any woman who is going to be going alone to dangerous places should be carrying a deadly weapon.
If someone broke into my home I would shoot to kill, no warning. I think if someone attacks a woman, that woman has the right to shoot her attacker with a clear conscience. I think if more private citizens carried guns, crime would decrease significantly.
"An armed society is a polite society" breaks down when you're dealing with Canadians. Of course, more Canadians are armed that you'd think. Especially in Rural Canada (Which, frankly, is everything that isn't on the border for the most part.). It's usually rifles and shotguns rather than pistols, however. Some of which have been in the family since WWI.
That said, I live in the Violent Crime Capital of Canada.
No firearms licenses for me (I'm sure I'm on already too many watch lists, thankyouverymuch), and I just have what's around the house for home protection.
On the bright side, I'm really good at improvising, and have a 100-year old house (Literally, just celebrated it's birthday!), so everything is exceptionally tight with small rooms to make heating them easier. If I'm in range of them, there's very few places in the house where they're not in range of me as well, even if all I have is the old meat cleaver.
The bad news is that, from my understanding, Canada doesn't even have anything near "Castle Laws", and even protecting myself and my family will get me in court for "Assault" at best. But, better to be tried by 12 than carried by 6, as one Veteran told me.
On the bright side, I'm in a decent enough neighborhood. For now. The crime areas move in the city, and can literally change from block-to-block. No, I'm not kidding.
That said, I live in the Violent Crime Capital of Canada.
No firearms licenses for me (I'm sure I'm on already too many watch lists, thankyouverymuch), and I just have what's around the house for home protection.On the bright side, I'm really good at improvising, and have a 100-year old house (Literally, just celebrated it's birthday!), so everything is exceptionally tight with small rooms to make heating them easier. If I'm in range of them, there's very few places in the house where they're not in range of me as well, even if all I have is the old meat cleaver.
The bad news is that, from my understanding, Canada doesn't even have anything near "Castle Laws", and even protecting myself and my family will get me in court for "Assault" at best. But, better to be tried by 12 than carried by 6, as one Veteran told me.
On the bright side, I'm in a decent enough neighborhood. For now. The crime areas move in the city, and can literally change from block-to-block. No, I'm not kidding.
QUOTE (CanRay @ Oct 24 2011, 05:52 PM)
"An armed society is a polite society"
An armed society is moar pink mohawk!
QUOTE (CanRay @ Oct 24 2011, 01:52 PM)
That said, I live in the Violent Crime Capital of Canada.
So, just for the lulz, let's "compare our sizes". Recife had last month the lowest number of murders in the last 14 years.
[ Spoiler ]
And it just left the top 3 most dangerous capitals of Brazil.
Which is your town and what is its number?
I went to school in the inner city of Cincinnati. Sounds nice right? Then you realize that this was the neighborhood next to my college and where I had to go buy art supplies.
Totally should have had a gun.
After doing that I'm really not scared of any neighborhood. Crime happens, you just have to be smart.
Totally should have had a gun.
After doing that I'm really not scared of any neighborhood. Crime happens, you just have to be smart.
QUOTE (Brazilian_Shinobi @ Oct 24 2011, 02:37 PM)
So, just for the lulz, let's "compare our sizes". Recife had last month the lowest number of murders in the last 14 years.
And it just left the top 3 most dangerous capitals of Brazil.
Which is your town and what is its number?
Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. As of September 1st, 29 murders this year so far. Yeah yeah yeah, I know, not high for a world perspective in some places, but that's high for Canada.[ Spoiler ]
And it just left the top 3 most dangerous capitals of Brazil.
Which is your town and what is its number?
Nice, polite, and peaceful my hoop. And I moved here willingly, go figure.
Again, bear in mind that we're disarmed and damned SHEEP to armed criminals... I miss Northern Ontario where a local cop wouldn't blink twice at a family that hunts, a lot, and only has a .22 and a 20-gauge shotgun registered, yet watches them come home with Moose in the back of the pick-up.
QUOTE (Brazilian_Shinobi @ Oct 24 2011, 11:37 AM)
So, just for the lulz, let's "compare our sizes". Recife had last month the lowest number of murders in the last 14 years.
And it just left the top 3 most dangerous capitals of Brazil.
Which is your town and what is its number?
[ Spoiler ]
And it just left the top 3 most dangerous capitals of Brazil.
Which is your town and what is its number?
QUOTE (CanRay @ Oct 24 2011, 12:23 PM)
Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. As of September 1st, 29 murders this year so far. Yeah yeah yeah, I know, not high for a world perspective in some places, but that's high for Canada.
Nice, polite, and peaceful my hoop. And I moved here willingly, go figure.
Again, bear in mind that we're disarmed and damned SHEEP to armed criminals... I miss Northern Ontario where a local cop wouldn't blink twice at a family that hunts, a lot, and only has a .22 and a 20-gauge shotgun registered, yet watches them come home with Moose in the back of the pick-up.
Nice, polite, and peaceful my hoop. And I moved here willingly, go figure.
Again, bear in mind that we're disarmed and damned SHEEP to armed criminals... I miss Northern Ontario where a local cop wouldn't blink twice at a family that hunts, a lot, and only has a .22 and a 20-gauge shotgun registered, yet watches them come home with Moose in the back of the pick-up.
Number of murders is far less important than number of murders per capita.
~625,200 according to official sources for Winnipeg.
NYC Crime stats
It's a pleasant surprise to see that NYC has had a sharp decrease in crime since 1990. We've only had a little over 400 murders so far this year!
It's a pleasant surprise to see that NYC has had a sharp decrease in crime since 1990. We've only had a little over 400 murders so far this year!
QUOTE (Saint Hallow @ Oct 24 2011, 03:40 PM)
NYC Crime stats
It's a pleasant surprise to see that NYC has had a sharp decrease in crime since 1990. We've only had a little over 400 murders so far this year!
It's a pleasant surprise to see that NYC has had a sharp decrease in crime since 1990. We've only had a little over 400 murders so far this year!
There is a reason Samuel Jackson utters the phrase, "It's Giuliani time!" in the movie Shaft.
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From what I can tell, crime in Canada is on an upswing, except in Ontario, where it is down slightly (they still have roughly half of Canada's total population, and all in southern Ontario, so that's not saying much...), but I live in atlantic Canada, and in Halifax, we have been breaking crime records for the last 3 years.
QUOTE (Caadium @ Oct 24 2011, 05:25 PM)
Number of murders is far less important than number of murders per capita.
87,5 murders per group of 100 thousand people as of 2007. It got much higher since then but I can't get any official numbers.
QUOTE (Saint Hallow @ Oct 21 2011, 11:39 PM)
Ironically, I live in NYC. This city is known for violence, bloodshed, & generally being an inhospitable place to outsiders. The number of CCW licenses here is TINY. As for which ladies would sign up for these lessons... ironically again, not a lot would I think in this city.
Bah, I grew up in NYC. It's been tame since the mid 90s. And the only reason more people don't own firearms is the powers that be try to block civilian firearm ownership. They'd rather you die for the greater good when attacked.
QUOTE (Paul @ Oct 24 2011, 04:53 PM)
Nice transition from I carry concealed to large rifle.
The core issue with talking about guns in the english language, as the same word is used from a .22 derringer all the way up to a .50 anti-vehicle rifle (and perhaps beyond).
QUOTE (CanRay @ Oct 24 2011, 06:52 PM)
The bad news is that, from my understanding, Canada doesn't even have anything near "Castle Laws", and even protecting myself and my family will get me in court for "Assault" at best. But, better to be tried by 12 than carried by 6, as one Veteran told me.
I suspect the outcome will be similar to what was in UK, where the home owner was taken in for questioning and then let go when it was clearly a case of defense.
That is, unless one run into someone in power with a axe to grind. But then those can show up in the strangest of circumstances.
in the end the larger image comes down to statistics. But we humans seems to go off ranting based on samples sizes of one...
QUOTE (hobgoblin @ Oct 24 2011, 11:33 PM)
The core issue with talking about guns in the english language, as the same word is used from a .22 derringer all the way up to a .50 anti-vehicle rifle (and perhaps beyond).
*Cough* Guns are used by Artillerymen and are mounted on Navy Ships. QUOTE (hobgoblin @ Oct 24 2011, 11:42 PM)
I suspect the outcome will be similar to what was in UK, where the home owner was taken in for questioning and then let go when it was clearly a case of defense.
That is, unless one run into someone in power with a axe to grind. But then those can show up in the strangest of circumstances.
in the end the larger image comes down to statistics. But we humans seems to go off ranting based on samples sizes of one...
Knowing my luck, someone breaks into my place with a shotgun, somehow my family survives, and I get the bloody cop and judge that absolutely hates "Vigilantism"...That is, unless one run into someone in power with a axe to grind. But then those can show up in the strangest of circumstances.
in the end the larger image comes down to statistics. But we humans seems to go off ranting based on samples sizes of one...
"And why did you not phone 911 and wait for the authorities to arrive, Sir?" "Because even if they showed up in five minutes after I gave all the details, that would be ten minutes later than the criminals who had already shown up and subsequently would have blown us away."
Yes, my mouth has always gotten me into trouble. How could you tell?
And nobody stops to wonder why the person decided to invade someones home. Nah, lets just blast him to red mist and leave it at that. Nobody bothers with the legwork anymore, they just want things to go boom...
And why on earth am i even bothering with yet another dead end gun debate?!
And why on earth am i even bothering with yet another dead end gun debate?!
QUOTE (hobgoblin @ Oct 25 2011, 01:40 AM)
And nobody stops to wonder why the person decided to invade someones home. Nah, lets just blast him to red mist and leave it at that. Nobody bothers with the legwork anymore, they just want things to go boom...
And why on earth am i even bothering with yet another dead end gun debate?!
And why on earth am i even bothering with yet another dead end gun debate?!
Well, there is no legitimate reason for one person to invade another's home...
A polite knock, on the other hand, does wonders.
I'm no mod, but... what does this have to do with Shadowrun?
Comparing actual murder rates with the murder rates in the slums of the sixth world?
QUOTE (Brazilian_Shinobi @ Oct 25 2011, 07:30 AM)
Comparing actual murder rates with the murder rates in the slums of the sixth world?
Isn't that what we were doing?
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