No monkey dance for me

ENDO linked to a fascinating (and saddening) website listing the thugs and wannabes who post Facebook from Charleston, South Carolina.

This is just one website that posts stuff from Facebook from one city. How many thugs are there that DON’T post on Facebook, and how many other cities of similar size are there in the U.S.?

That’s a scary thought.

Also interesting/frightening is the weaponry these maroons are posing with. Yes, there is the obligatory Hi-Points and Bersas, but there’s also AR-15’s and Saigas in the mix. If this is what the cops are dealing with, maybe there is something to this militarization of the police thing after all…

What’s truly pathetic about all of this is how much of what is put up on Facebook and elsewhere is just posing. They want the world to know they’re not to be messed with and they are richer/stronger/more heavily armed than anyone else.

Fun fact. I don’t pose. Ever. Even when I have reason to do so. To quote Vince Lombardi, act like you’ve been there before.

This is why we train for the predator encounter and not the adversarial encounter: We’ve found ways to channel the social violence urge on to the golf course or the boardroom or our front lawns and we’ve left our violent urges behind us, Sunday afternoon “two hand touch” football games and church-league “no-hit” hockey games excepted, of course. 🙂

This works right up to the point we encounter someone who’s used to social violence, and because his world is not our own, he becomes a predator to us. To him, it’s a way of life. To us, it’s a threat against our life, and our response may not be what he’s used to, resulting in a chaos situation that may go quite badly for our would-be predator.

I will not be a threat to others, but will not have my family’s lives threatened. I owe them that much.