Missing the Point

Many of the comments to this post missed the point. The question wasn’t about the legality or morality of engaging the thieves, nor was it about chest thumping bravado.

It was about the wisdom of going outside to confront armed felons when outnumbered three or more to one, and getting yourself shot in defending property that will cost you less than the cost of the ambulance ride you will take from even the most minor of gunshot wounds.

Part of life is being able to look at risks versus benefits and deciding if the juice is worth the squeeze. My family and I aren’t going to care that I made society better by three dead goblins if I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair, eating through a straw because I caught a bullet through the spine from the accomplice I didn’t know was on my flank in the dark.

Insurance will replace losses from car theft. It can’t replace you. Sometimes, the most tactically sound thing is not to walk into a fight that will cause you to lose more than you gain.

if we can’t learn that lesson, we will lose the fight for our nation by fighting one losing battle after another. The wise fighter only engages in fights he can win and avoids those with no clear path to victory.

Not All Heroes Wear Capes

Eric Fiedler declared war on Seminole County license plate readers, dismantling 22 of them before being caught. He was arrested June 1 after deputies noticed missing Flock Safety Falcon License Plate Readers (LPRs), which the sheriff’s office deployed to identify passing cars for surveillance purposes.

Note that no one in this story is asking why police are carrying out general surveillance of citizens who are not suspected of committing crimes.

When you realize you’re being tracked every day going to the grocery or church or school, and you didn’t have any say in it, it’s a little concerning to me,

Big brother, indeed.

Floor It

The best response to this is

Just floor it, make a slight adjustment to the direction of your car, and run his ass over at 50 or 60 miles per hour. My F150 travelling at 60 miles per hour has damned near a million foot pounds of energy, about equivalent to a 600 pound bomb. Turn this asshole into road pizza.