Before I was born, my young cousin Clyde Barrow and his girlfriend Bonnie Parker found their way to the lake and knocked on my grandfather's door. The Old Place looked almost exactly like it does today. By a strange coincidence, both MaMie and Pop were at the lake. Pop was fishing, so MaMie opened the door. Of course, she immediately recognized her cousin and, knowing she was in no danger, invited him in and put on the kettle. While Bonnie went around to the outhouse, the two cousins had a chat. Now, without sliding out of facts and into speculation, we all know that the couple left the Old Place uninjured. So, Col. Jim, what's it got to do with safety?
Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow were not serial killers, and they were not crazed mass murderers. Most of the people with whom they crossed paths parted amicably enough, even some members of local law enforcement. During their short criminal lives, the two developed the reputation of not harming those who were cordial to them or who, at worst, stepped aside. These, let us call them, "non-victims" were mostly plain small-town country folks who went to church twice a week, always welcomed strangers, and left their doors unlocked. It would never have occurred to these people to be rude or unwelcoming. The odd thing is, neither would it have occurred to Bonnie or Clyde. So, Col. Jim, what's it got to do with safety?
As we all know, lately the world has become like a "Riots Are Us Convention." Remember, modern rioters are not just regular folks who have had their temper stirred up. They are part of an organized group, bent on terrorism, and here's the scary part: most of them have been paid to be there. This is not your traditional mob mentality. This is a methodical, dedicated cult like group. The apparent emotion is well-rehearsed Gaslighting.
Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow were not serial killers, and they were not crazed mass murderers. Most of the people with whom they crossed paths parted amicably enough, even some members of local law enforcement. During their short criminal lives, the two developed the reputation of not harming those who were cordial to them or who, at worst, stepped aside. These, let us call them, "non-victims" were mostly plain small-town country folks who went to church twice a week, always welcomed strangers, and left their doors unlocked. It would never have occurred to these people to be rude or unwelcoming. The odd thing is, neither would it have occurred to Bonnie or Clyde. So, Col. Jim, what's it got to do with safety?
As we all know, lately the world has become like a "Riots Are Us Convention." Remember, modern rioters are not just regular folks who have had their temper stirred up. They are part of an organized group, bent on terrorism, and here's the scary part: most of them have been paid to be there. This is not your traditional mob mentality. This is a methodical, dedicated cult like group. The apparent emotion is well-rehearsed Gaslighting.
If you are unfortunate enough to find yourself in the middle of such an event, blend in. Fight, and I do not care how many black belts you have in Wa Rang Go, you will lose. Keep your head up and eyes averted, smile. (I am one of you.) If pushed, step aside, move slowly yet deliberately, and get clear of the area. If you approach a LEO, keep your hands in plain sight and raised. (I am not a threat to you, officer.) Before you know it, you are safe.
Oh, so what happened to Bonnie and Clyde? They had coffee and some of MaMie's homemade pecan pie. She hugged their necks and admonished them both to be careful and look out for each other. The two desperados departed... and within three hours, were dead. Sometimes you get the bear, and sometimes the bear gets you.
Sitting in a rocker at the Old Place, I am, Col. Jim.
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