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Edwynn -> RE: Zimmerman Trial - LIVE (7/1/2013 10:59:42 PM)
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ORIGINAL: truckinslave
Gee.
Nice use of "arrogated"
Here's the thing. My wife usually locks the house when we go to bed.
We never lock it when we leave.
I was the newcomer 15 years ago.
I'm still the newcomer.
We all know each other; we all look after each other.
There have been strange cars parked in the neighborhood. But not for long.
There have been strange people in the neighborhood. But not for long.
Someone sees them. Someone-armed- talks to them and moves them along. Or calls the cops, who move them along.
We are all on watch.
And we don't even lock our doors.
Whatever you're yammering about- whatever bad juju you're trying to pin on me, and mine, and my true ilk- is projection, my friend.
Get the log out of your eye before you concern yourself with the mote in mine.
I'm just wondering what experiences you grew up with that seems so different from elsewhere, is all.
My upbringing was in two larger cities and one small town, with further variants of closer to town, farther (not by much) from town, etc.
However much else the differences, the one common thing was that one did not follow, much less approach, another. Period.
That was the standard, which my own experience led me to believe was nearly universal, other than in countries such as Russia or E Germany or N Korea.
The Stasi at their height had about one-in-seven 'neighborhood watchers.' N Korea keeps the flame going there.
I was too much of a runt when young, had no hope of sticking up for myself in any meaningful way, was too stupid to know when there was danger sometimes, etc. But any time I was followed, it was either by a bully, a mugger, or a pervert, and I figured at least that much out, early on.
People keep talking about who was defending against whom, etc.
Here's the reality:
After being constantly abused by bullies and pervs, I would have 'recognized' what either you or GZ had in mind after your first five steps, and, give me even 20 more pounds than I had at the time, I would have fought for my life.
I finally learned how to deal with mean dogs, and that eventually taught me how to deal with chickenshit humans who have to either be twice the size of another, or lacking that, carry a gun to f*ck with them.
That is ALL I would have seen from some nutjob in a red sweatshirt with a bad haircut following me, blabbering incoherent things, closing the distance, suddenly behind me when I thought that I'd eluded him, then he's suddenly even closer.
I would beat that MF for all I was worth.
Since then, I have learned that dealing with chickenshits was immensely easier than I thought, so it has never come close to violence, even considering the two times I had a gun directed at me.
I can't expect a 17 yr. old to know what I didn't know myself at that age.
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