Gun Control is the notion that a woman found dead in an ally, raped and strangled with her own pantyhose, is morally superior to a woman explaining to police how her attacker got that fatal bullet wound.
Folks, I try to keep politics off of this blog because, facing facts, “politics” is mostly bullshit, perpetrated on decent people by bullshiters with the intent of dividing people – until you see a story like this:
BILLINGS, Mont. (AP) – Prosecutors are disclosing the first details of what they believe happened to a Montana School teacher who was allegedly choked to death and buried, reporting she was the victim of a crack-fueled and seemingly random abduction. (…)
The alleged kidnapping took place on Jan. 7, just blocks from Arnold’s house in Sidney, at a spot where investigators later recovered one of her running shoes. Her body has not been found. (…)
After smoking crack cocaine during the entire trip, Waters allegedly told Spell that the drug “brought the devil out in him” and began talking about kidnapping and killing a female, the affidavit states.
After they spotted Arnold, Spell alleges that Waters told him to “grab the lady” and pull her into their Ford Explorer as she jogged by.
“Spell said Waters got into the back seat with the female and `choked her out,'” the affidavit states. That night, after dropping Arnold’s body in a rural area of North Dakota, the affidavit says Waters bought a shovel at a Walmart in Williston. The pair later buried Arnold in a 2- to 3-feet-deep hole on an old farmstead. (…)
When he was arrested a week later in Williston, Waters was carrying a receipt that showed he had purchased bread, bologna and a shovel the same night Arnold went missing, according to the affidavit. [Ed. Bread, bologna and A SHOVEL – are you kidding me?]
Arnold, who would have turned 44 years old Monday, grew up on a ranch outside town and taught math for the past 18 years at Sidney High School, where she was known for being a caring and competent teacher. Her husband, Gary, still works for the school system. Together they raised five children from prior marriages.
Now here’s where the story really takes a turn for the bizarre:
“Is this what it takes?” [Sidney Mayor, Bret] Smelser asked. “I’m not saying if I had the resources this wouldn’t have happened. But we could have more options and with money we would have had a couple more police. We just don’t have the resources to take care of ourselves.”
Dear Mayor [As in, Dear Leader] Smelser “is not saying” that the abduction wouldn’t have happened if he’d had exactly two more cops on shift, but that’s EXACTLY what he’s implying and the notion is utter horseshit. The only way to stop an attack like that with police is to have a cop on every corner of every block and one every mile of every country road in the U.S. There aren’t enough people (let alone police) in the whole of the U.S. for that.
For people, especially women, who run alone, a handgun is more important than a charge card -never leave home without it. Now I’m not saying that Mrs. Arnold wouldn’t have wound up buried in a shallow grave had she been carrying a pistol, but the likelihood of that outcome would have been greatly reduced had she been – with the proper training. I am both saying and implying that. This is not without its moral hazards, unfortunately. Thou shalt not kill. Well, in some circumstances it’s better to beg forgiveness than ask permission and this is one.
So, if you must ask, what would the perfect handgun for carry while running be? The Smith & Wesson Bodyguard .38 Special + P in a fanny pack holster. If you prefer to be a little more inconspicuous, a small of the back holster with a longer running shirt would do (though sweat would become a problem). Options for cycling are even better.
I’m now in that magical realm in my melon that can’t figure out whether to run or not today.
After applying Vicks, and later an “all natural” muscle balm, my calf feels a lot better.
There’s only one problem, really, it’s stiff when I try to stretch and I can still feel the knot when I do – even though it doesn’t hurt any longer.
The affected area is in that perfect place of healing where the aggressive side of my melon (the part that gets me across the finish line) is currently raising hell all over the more subdued side that’s saying “just hold up there buck-o, take one more day, it won’t kill you to take it easy for one more day”.
I hate this.
Looking at the bright side though, there are a few points I shant lose sight of:
1. I increased my mileage too fast – four times more than is recommended… I thought I had the legs for it – I may have but I needed to stretch better to insure that I didn’t end up with a muscle problem.
2. This could have been a lot worse, considering.
3. I absolutely dig the fact that I’m so driven to make my goals that I’m having a hard time sitting still right now – it’s an awesome feeling.
4. This is rare air for me, I used to be the guy to do just enough to get by… Enough to get the occasional pat on the back, but little enough that I never really worked all that hard (race days excluded – if you can’t get up for race day, you’ve got some work to do). It wasn’t that I was slacking so much as I just had a nice, easy, comfortable norm that was far better than being couch bound but was less than pushing the boundary.
In the end, it’s all good. Live and learn.