Breakfast with Survival Sam, Duane and me was becoming a regular weekly event at the Café 23. Sam thought there was a lot we needed to discuss.
“Haven’t we hit the basics of survival and preparation pretty well?” I asked.
“Not everything, though we’ve got a good start,” said Sam. “And we’ll undoubtedly go over some things several times. One subject we haven’t covered is self defense.”
“What does that mean?” asked Duane as he spread strawberry jelly on his toast. “You’re not recruiting for some sort of militia or something, are you, Sam?”
Sam chuckled. “Only a militia of one.” I guess Duane and I both looked perplexed at that one. “You’re both men, and you’re each the head of your respective households. What are you doing to protect your families?”
“I’ve got insurance of all kinds up the gazoo,” said Duane.
“That’s good as far as it goes,” Sam said, “but what if someone wants to do you bodily harm or break into your home to steal your valued possessions?”
“Look, I know crime’s going up around here,” Duane said, “but I don’t live in a particularly bad part of town. I don’t think I have anything to worry about.”
“Besides, what do we hire police for?” I asked. “I mean, I’m a taxpayer. That should be good for something, shouldn’t it?”
Sam nodded knowingly. “If someone breaks into your home, it could be several minutes, even an hour, before help arrives, assuming you’ve been able to place a 911 call. Do you want to take the chance that some gorilla will wait for the authorities to arrive before doing anything?”
“Good point,” Duane said.
“What do you suggest?” I asked.
“Get a gun,” Sam said.
Duane’s eyebrows went up. “Diane would have a cow.”
“That’s far better than the alternative,” Sam said. “Remember, you’re not going out there looking for trouble. We’re talking about self defense. You’re not going to wound or kill someone unless it’s absolutely necessary. As I’ve said many times before, we live in an unfriendly world.
“Think about this. How many times have we seen stories on the news where some murderer’s neighbors said he was such a nice guy? They didn’t expect such a thing from him and couldn’t believe it could happen in their neighborhood.”
“Yeah, you’re right about that,” said Duane, “but not every crime ends up in murder.”
“Of course not,” Sam said, “but consider this. If we have an economic collapse or some other tipping point that sets off chaos, you may have all kinds of unfriendly people at your door. Will you be prepared for them?”
“I don’t know if it will come to that,” Duane said.
“I don’t know if it will either,” said Sam. “If things start popping though, you’ll need to be ready. Maybe you’ve seen pictures after one of the big hurricanes where a man is sitting on his doorstep with a rifle across his lap to thwart looters.”
“Yeah,” Duane said, “but there are an awfully lot of people who help out when things get bad, too. Disasters bring out the best in people. This is America after all.”
“I wouldn’t count on that,” Sam said. “People have changed. Let me give you an example of something in the news from a few years back.
“Two boys in their upper teens in Oregon were staying for a while with a 19-year-old girl. They paid back her kindness by mercilessly killing her black and white cat. They scalded it to death in hot water, then cut off its head with a hatchet. The boys were charged with aggravated animal assault.”
Duane grimaced. I wondered if he was thinking of Schroeder, their family cat.
Sam continued. “The girl said the boys showed no remorse at all. I think it’s significant that their eyes reportedly showed no emotion. Beware of those dead eyes. How many crimes have we heard of over the years where even young children show no emotion or compassion?
“What would cause somebody to be that messed up?” I asked.
Sam sipped his coffee. “Causes could be anything. Cell phone radiation proliferating, fast food diets, and MSG in foods, chemtrails, or any number of variables. Kids taking prescribed drugs for ADD. Parents on drugs when the boys were born. CIA mind control. Anything.”
“You really believe all that?” asked Duane.
“These days I wouldn’t rule out anything,” said Sam. “The main thing is, no matter what the cause, the result is that more crimes are committed by remorseless individuals. The question is whether you’ll be ready should you encounter one or more of them.”
“Well, all right,” Duane said, “let’s suppose I want to look into this more. What do you suggest I do?”
“We should go to the shooting range so you can get hands on experience. That will help you not to be afraid of firearms. Once you and I have gone a time or two, perhaps we could make it a family affair. Get Diane and the kids into this as well. The kids aren’t too young to learn about safely using firearms.”
“Is there anything I can read or study?” Duane asked.
“You might want to take a look at The Shooter’s Bible at the library and get acquainted with different firearms and calibers. Don’t be discouraged if it looks overwhelming at first. You might want to subscribe to a gun magazine, such as Guns & Ammo< as well."
“Sounds like something Diane’s brother Bill might be interested in,” said Duane. “He’s a hunter, and I know he’s been to the shooting range a few times.”
“There you go,” said Sam. “Firearms aren’t the only aspect of self defense, but they’re an important part you should take seriously as part of your own survival and preparedness.”