Hope you saw this, Jerry...
I have no idea if Jerome Ersland is out on bond—pending his sentencing hearing for manslaughter—or if he’s being held in detention somewhere. Mr. Ersland is convicted of killing a party to an armed robbery at a drugstore in Oklahoma City. He saved innocent lives by acting quickly and deliberately with a firearm. I held forth at length on this affair in the previous post. I hope Mr. Ersland has been following the news coming out of Medford, New York about another robbery at a pharmacy.
Last Sunday, some scumbag walked into this New York drugstore and killed four people. It’s not as sensational as the trial of that horrid Anthony woman in Florida, but it made the headlines. The alleged scumbag in question pilfered a quantity of prescription drugs—all caught on video—before fleeing the scene.
New York has the strictest gun-control laws of any state in the union. Yeah…lot of good that did. When are the gun-grabbers going to get a clue? An armed society is a polite society, and if I have an evil intent, I’m going to find a way to facilitate it.
If Mr. Ersland and his sentencing judge are aware of what happened in Medford, I hope the irony of the situation is not lost on them.
Jerome Ersland saved lives by his actions, and he’s looking at hard time. A suspect has been arrested in the Medford massacre, and his face in the mug shot looks like he might have resisted arrest. Doubtless his lawyers will complain he was “brutalized” by the cops, and he might skate as a result.
In the previous post, I said that my instructions to pupils in my combat shooting courses were to “light up [an adversary] like the Fourth of July.” I didn’t add details like the Wild Bill philosophy that if you know what you’re doing, you remain calm, take a careful stance, and deliver a series of “double-taps”—sending two bullets to do the job of one—while offering the narrowest return profile to an opposing shooter. That works at distances on the range, but police and other statistics show that the average gunfight occurs at a range of seven feet. I’m 6’3”, so a half-foot over my prone body length is how close I’m likely to be from an opponent.
In that circumstance, you’re screaming “Shit! Shit! Shit!” and doing the spray-and-pray, while the blood rushes to your head and the adrenalin is making you want to pass out.
This is assuming you can do anything at all, and not falling to your knees, saying a final prayer while the terror of knowing your life ends here and now descends on you.
I hope those people in New York never knew what hit them. I hope the truth of justice is not lost on Mr. Ersland’s sentencing judge.
I hope the irony is not lost upon you.
Last Sunday, some scumbag walked into this New York drugstore and killed four people. It’s not as sensational as the trial of that horrid Anthony woman in Florida, but it made the headlines. The alleged scumbag in question pilfered a quantity of prescription drugs—all caught on video—before fleeing the scene.
New York has the strictest gun-control laws of any state in the union. Yeah…lot of good that did. When are the gun-grabbers going to get a clue? An armed society is a polite society, and if I have an evil intent, I’m going to find a way to facilitate it.
If Mr. Ersland and his sentencing judge are aware of what happened in Medford, I hope the irony of the situation is not lost on them.
Jerome Ersland saved lives by his actions, and he’s looking at hard time. A suspect has been arrested in the Medford massacre, and his face in the mug shot looks like he might have resisted arrest. Doubtless his lawyers will complain he was “brutalized” by the cops, and he might skate as a result.
In the previous post, I said that my instructions to pupils in my combat shooting courses were to “light up [an adversary] like the Fourth of July.” I didn’t add details like the Wild Bill philosophy that if you know what you’re doing, you remain calm, take a careful stance, and deliver a series of “double-taps”—sending two bullets to do the job of one—while offering the narrowest return profile to an opposing shooter. That works at distances on the range, but police and other statistics show that the average gunfight occurs at a range of seven feet. I’m 6’3”, so a half-foot over my prone body length is how close I’m likely to be from an opponent.
In that circumstance, you’re screaming “Shit! Shit! Shit!” and doing the spray-and-pray, while the blood rushes to your head and the adrenalin is making you want to pass out.
This is assuming you can do anything at all, and not falling to your knees, saying a final prayer while the terror of knowing your life ends here and now descends on you.
I hope those people in New York never knew what hit them. I hope the truth of justice is not lost on Mr. Ersland’s sentencing judge.
I hope the irony is not lost upon you.
posted by Robert at 3:52 PM
3 Comments:
Hey Possum,
Don't talk like that. The Dems who run NY are brilliant, dontcha know? Just ask the reporters at the NY Slimes, or CBS, or NPR. They'll set you straight. [Excuse me while I stick my finger down throat.]
(:D) Best regards...
Some people never learn; call it arrested development...or liberalism. They're synonymous from my perspective...
I have little hope in the judgement of the New York political establishment but Oklahomans, that's another story, entirely. I hope and pray for the right result!
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