Tip of the hat to wirecutter, who got it from his friend Sammy.
I am republishing my three-part series about the LA Riots of 1992 in
which Karen and I and the children were trapped for several frightening
hours. We were unarmed, helpless save for our wits. The police were
conspicuously absent and the bad guys, frequently armed with heavy
weapons, owned the streets. It was a defining moment in my life.
I’m reposting this series as a cautionary tale because the Sandy Hook
Elementary School Massacre has sharpened the claws of the statist
utopians, whose ultimate aim is to disarm law-abiding American citizens.
Just as Obamacare has nothing to do with health, and cap and trade
has nothing to do with so-called global warming, anti-gun laws have
nothing to do with saving children’s lives.
It’s just another opportunity for the left to centralize power.
Go here to read the rest.
I remember the 1992 LA riots. I was living in Redondo Beach at the time, and we could see the smoke rising in LA quite clearly. Since we were under a sunset-to-sunup curfew, we made sure we went to the store during the day and laid in a decent supply of water and other food.
My roommate, my best buddy from college, had his Remington 1100 that he used to shoot skeet with, and we spent part of the day cleaning it, and swapping out the choke tube for the "Improved Cylinder" one he had.
And we went to Turner's and grabbed several boxes of 00 Buck, and a couple of boxes of slugs........