Firearms for self-defense

Written by Ben on March 11th, 2010

Since posting last week about the goofiness of some of the unarmed self defense classes aimed at college age women, I’ve been cruising some different sites about women, firearms, and self defense. One of the best I’ve found is by Janis Cortese, and is entitled Firearms for Self-Defense. There are overviews of handgun types, ammunition, holsters, and some considered advice about what to choose for your own situation. Here’s what she has to say about using a .357 magnum for home defense, for instance:

One of the things that people tend not to consider when they choose a handgun caliber for home defense is the noise that it makes when it is shot. When you are in your home at 2am, the noise from a Magnum round of any caliber may damage your hearing permanently. (Of course a .38 isn’t going to be terribly quiet either, but the Magnum calibers are staggeringly loud.) When you may well have to call for police and an ambulance, it’s not the time for a dull ear!

I hadn’t even thought about the noise factor, though when I’ve used my Ruger GP100 — which is what Ms. Cortese uses — for home defense I’ve always kept it loaded with .38 special to avoid over-penetration, and saved the .357 magnum rounds for target-shooting or hiking and camping.

There are also practical tips on how to handle having firearms around your kids that match up pretty well with what Massad Ayoob recommends. This stuck out:

Also, do NOT NOT NOT simply state, “Touch that gun and I’ll tan your hide!” This tells the kid that the gun is off-limits and therefore irresistible, and it does not impart knowledge! A far better approach, and that used by the parents of the man who taught me to shoot, is to involve your kids in the gun cleaning, show them what it looks like and how it works (Distasteful? Wake up — so is a white coffin), and tell them explicitly that they may look at the guns whenever they want — not to play with them, but to learn about them — as long as they have your supervision. They are not to take out or look at the guns alone. This approach imparts knowledge to offset the effects of TV, and removes some of that illicit veil from the devices. When the latest action hero holds one, it’s a thrill — when Mommy is taking it apart and explaining it, that illicit air is dissipated.

I’ve been taking that tack with my son, who is four-years-old, and, thanks to Batman comic books and such, is obsessed with guns. I’m not sure that letting him help me clean and work on them has made them any less irresistible, but it certainly doesn’t seem to have hurt.

A month or so ago he helped me install a long Cylinder & Slide trigger into the 1911, which was the first time I’d complete disassembled and reassembled the gun. He loved it, though he did make reference to how irritable I got at certain points of reassembly. (I told him afterwards that he did a very good job helping me, and he said, “You mean by being quiet?”) Still, he asks me every weekend if we can work on guns together. And that has actually been a great, unforeseen side benefit of this project. We get to work on something together with our hands that isn’t attached to a game console, and is, to a little boy, incredibly interesting.

Ms. Cortese also takes on some of the reasons one might want choose a firearm for self defense, ending with:

This is going to be short — would you defend your child if they were in danger?

You are probably nodding up and down — of course you would. Why?

Not because you are violent, but because you don’t like violence — you don’t want your child to be a victim of violence.

That same reasoning applies to you — we are all someone’s child, and we all deserve peace and safety. Learning to defend yourself isn’t the same as promoting violence. Being unable to defend yourself and being attacked, bloodied, raped, or sent to a hospital — or any of the above — because of it isn’t exactly a nonviolent option!

A surgeon isn’t the same as a knifewielding streetfighter because he has a knife as well. One hurts — one heals.

If you are a victim of violent crime, you have in a way, participated in violence. This isn’t to say that you “brought it on yourself” by any means. But violence against you is a bad thing! “Just” because it’s you doesn’t make it any less serious! Violence aimed at you is still violence, and it is still unacceptable. You have the absolute right to be outraged over it, and take reasonable steps to make sure that it doesn’t happen.

I can’t find anything there to argue with.

 

Back it up bitch T-shirt

Written by Ben on March 11th, 2010

One of the highlights of the protests against Obama at the Democratic National Convention here in Denver was footage of a police officer slamming a young lady to the ground with his baton and shouting, “Back it up, bitch.” It was a pretty good representation of Denver PD tactics as a whole during the DNC, and made national news.

And, as I just learned, there’s a T-shirt to commemorate the event.


Not quite sure what to make of this one.

Update: Since I’m reminiscing, just thought I’d post a picture of the Denver Police Department’s own commemorative T-shirt. And no, I’m not making this up.

 

Guns, Books, Etc.

Written by Ben on March 10th, 2010

  • “In my case, a third person just led to too much wisdom I hadn’t earned. And I like the first person–just a guy blasting through with the little he knows.”
  • How the gun magazines work.
  • New York City cops caught driving drunk may have problems to worry about — but losing their job usually isn’t one of them.”
  • ShadyURL.
  • So what if all the colleges burn down?
  • D*Face goes big in Los Angeles during the Academy Awards.
  • “A bomb has been hidden, somewhere within this exhibition, set to explode at a time known to the artist alone. While it is not my intention to kill anyone, that risk does exist. I apologize in advance for any injuries, fatalities, damage or other inconvenience that my work, will cause. In this matter I have no choice, being as much a victim of the course of Art History and contemporary politics as those who are hurt in the process. I take consolation in the fact that chance will be entirely responsible for the final statistics.”
 

It’s here

Written by Ben on March 10th, 2010

Just got a call from my county’s Sheriff’s office. As of tomorrow, I’ll be putting all of this concealed carry and self defense talk into practice.

 

The booke of idolatry

Written by Ben on March 10th, 2010

Bruno Schulz’s The Street of Crocodiles has taken over my inner world for the last few days. The book is mostly beyond my description, at least right now. It consists of thirteen stories from the point of view of a small boy in a small Galician town, focusing on the fantastical world created by his father — or created by himself in attempting to describe or, perhaps, explain his father.

I’ve never read Schulz before, but I’ve heard the name, I think. It’s kind of been around on the periphery. He’s probably more famous now for his biography, particularly his death, than his writing. This from Wikipedia:

Following the German invasion of the Soviet Union, as a Jew he was forced to live in the ghetto of Drohobycz, but he was temporarily protected by Felix Landau, a Gestapo officer who admired his drawings. During the last weeks of his life, Schulz painted a mural in Landau’s home in Drohobycz, in the style with which he is identified. Shortly after completing the work, Schulz was bringing home a loaf of bread when he was shot and killed by a German officer, Karl Günther, a rival of his protector (Landau had killed Günther’s “personal Jew,” a dentist). Over the years his mural was covered with paint and forgotten.

Anyway, I heard a day or two ago that he also had a book of erotica out there, devoted to the subject of the voluntary humiliation of men before women. And, of course, I went into a frenzy trying to track down images. The best single source I found is here. I can’t read most of it, but all of the images on this page are tagged “The Booke of idolatry”.

My favorite:

 

The history of one tough motherfucker

Written by Ben on March 9th, 2010

It’s Charles Bukowski’s birthday.

the history of one tough motherfucker

he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and
terrorized
a white cross-eyed tailless cat
I took him in and fed him and he stayed
grew to trust me until a friend drove up the driveway
and ran him over
I took what was left to a vet who said,”not much
chance…give him these pills…his backbone
is crushed, but is was crushed before and somehow
mended, if he lives he’ll never walk, look at
these x-rays, he’s been shot, look here, the pellets
are still there…also, he once had a tail, somebody
cut it off…”

I took the cat back, it was a hot summer, one of the
hottest in decades, I put him on the bathroom
floor, gave him water and pills, he wouldn’t eat, he
wouldn’t touch the water, I dipped my finger into it
and wet his mouth and I talked to him, I didn’t go any-
where, I put in a lot of bathroom time and talked to
him and gently touched him and he looked back at
me with those pale blue crossed eyes and as the days went
by he made his first move
dragging himself forward by his front legs
(the rear ones wouldn’t work)
he made it to the litter box
crawled over and in,
it was like the trumpet of possible victory
blowing in that bathroom and into the city, I
related to that cat–I’d had it bad, not that
bad but bad enough

one morning he got up, stood up, fell back down and
just looked at me.

“you can make it,” I said to him.

he kept trying, getting up falling down, finally
he walked a few steps, he was like a drunk, the
rear legs just didn’t want to do it and he fell again, rested,
then got up.

you know the rest: now he’s better than ever, cross-eyed
almost toothless, but the grace is back, and that look in
his eyes never left…

and now sometimes I’m interviewed, they want to hear about
life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed,
shot, runover de-tailed cat and I say,”look, look
at this!”

but they don’t understand, they say something like,”you
say you’ve been influenced by Celine?”

“no,” I hold the cat up,”by what happens, by
things like this, by this, by this!”

I shake the cat, hold him up in
the smoky and drunken light, he’s relaxed he knows…

it’s then that the interviews end
although I am proud sometimes when I see the pictures
later and there I am and there is the cat and we are photo-
graphed together.

he too knows it’s bullshit but that somehow it all helps.

 

The Hurt Locker

Written by Ben on March 9th, 2010

I tried to stay awake for The Hurt Locker over the weekend, and mostly failed. In large part it was the character of Will James that lost it for me. He’s a renegade . . . but he gets the job done. He’s a stone cold killer . . . protecting and avenging the innocent. I kept thinking that the screenwriter had probably seen Lethal Weapon 3 and decided, hey, this’d make a pretty good war movie. In fact, they even seem to have lifted some of LW3’s lines: “I’m too old for this shit.

On top of that, I kept wondering how in the hell this thing has gotten a reputation for realism? I get that the standards for authenticity aren’t real high in Hollywood, but I was having trouble not laughing out loud for the entire second half. Nor does it seem I’m alone in that assessment. Brian Mockenhaupt in the The Atlantic, Kate Hoit in The Huffington Post, and Michael Kamber in the New York Times have all rightfully beat the shit out of the movie for being silly.

What got on my nerves the most, though, was the Iraqi sidekick kid. He existed for no purpose that I could see other than to prove to us that James had a heart. That underneath all the bluster he cared for these poor Iraqis, that he wasn’t there to kill them but to save them. And I knew the minute the kid showed up that he was gonna be dead, and he was gonna be dead by the hands of insurgents, not Americans.

Could have been just me, but I found that as gross an example of turning reality on its head as I’ve seen since Rambo. Those million or so dead Iraqi civilians are ours to own. Not on of ‘em would be dead if we hadn’t started that illegal clusterfuck. Putting the only identified civilian casualty in the flick on the insurgents makes for feel-good Hollywood horseshit, sure, but it’s ugly, cheap, and stupid. That’s not to say that individual soldiers haven’t protected Iraqis, but that kind of Hollywood reductionism to good-guy, protective Americans and bad-guy, murderous insurgents is ahistorical, and borderline jingoistic.

Even worse, as symbols go, it’s as subtle as a sledgehammer. It’s just bad writing. The Iraqi insurgents sacrificing their youth to create body bombs? That’s the kind of horribly over-determined shit that should only exist in made-for-television movies and Hannah Montana episodes.

Anyway, not much of a fan. For a more considered post on the film’s failures, see The Valve.

 

Never open the door for the police

Written by Ben on March 9th, 2010

I’ve got a couple of posts now on why you should never talk to the police. One comes from a commenter who proposes a sixth rule of concealed carry, and one is video of a lecture by a law professor.

Another commenter, 1st Lt L diablo, also proposes the following:

And never let them in your casa. Even if they have a warrant; make them break the door down (a former LEO told me that; I’m not kidding).

Seriously. Never even open the door for them; they can use any excuse to invent PC (Probable Cause) from sights, smells, noises they have access to once the door is open. Make them break it down.

I’ve never heard that one, but it also makes sense. The fact of the matter is that if they’re at your door, they’re looking for a reason to arrest somebody. And since it’s your house, it’ll probably be you. Not to be paranoid, but the less you give them to work with, the better.

 

The sixth rule of concealed carry

Written by Ben on March 8th, 2010

When I started this firearms and self defense project I made a commitment to living by the four rules of gun safety and the five rules of concealed carry. Well, over the weekend, a commenter, Pat, offered this addition to the five rules of concealed carry, and I thought it needed posting.

#6: As soon as you encounter police, regardless of whether you used your firearm or not, exercise your right to silence, and request a lawyer. Immediately.

No exceptions.

I think that’s great advice. As this law professor puts it: never talk to the police.

Like the rest of the Bill of Rights, there’s a reason the Fifth Amendment exists. You can never, ever help yourself by talking to the police. You can only hurt yourself.

 

I can’t decide which is funnier

Written by Ben on March 8th, 2010

Avatar overdubbed as Pocahontas.


Or Pocahontas overdubbed as Avatar.


Still haven’t seen it. Still in no great hurry.

 

Denver crime blotter

Written by Ben on March 7th, 2010

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My favorites in recent Denver crime, mostly taken from West Denver Copwatch and ‘Til it Breaks.

 

Exiled in the land of the free

Written by Ben on March 7th, 2010

Turns out that there was an album made in 1995 for Leonard Peltier that included music from Corrosion of Conformity, Rage Against the Machine, Superchunk, Mike Watt, and the Beastie Boys. Only problem being it was never released. However, one ex-Sony employee has decided to share it online. (Thanks RC.)

The site also has lots of good information on Leonard Peltier’s case, for those who aren’t familiar with it. There aren’t a whole lot of clearer cases of the federal government breaking its own laws in the interest of arbitrary repression.

 

Won’t do that again

Written by Ben on March 6th, 2010

So, I went up to my shooting spot a couple of days ago for my bi-weekly practice. It’s not a range, it’s pretty much just a pull-off in the Arapaho National Forest, and I usually go during the week, as it gets pretty crowded on the weekend. As usual, I was shooting reloads from Denver Bullets. I’ve been getting most of my practice ammunition from them, as I can’t consistently find what I need to practice on the store shelves.

I’ve also been having some problems with reliability in my 1911. Specifically, its not been going fully into battery the last couple of trips. Pretty much all other problems have disappeared as I’ve passed the break-in period.

But then, this last trip, it started happening with my Glock as well.

I’d been chalking the problems up to horror stories about 1911 reliability, but I’ve never had problems with the Glock. So, I began to pay more careful attention to the individual rounds that were getting stuck. I started to notice a pattern. And then I found the following round, which was impossible to miss.

None of the other rounds were quite that extreme, but every one that caused a problem was shorter. Though I’m through with buying reloads, especially from Denver Bullets, it is nice to know that my 1911 is probably pretty reliable. I still want to put at least 500 rounds through it without a failure before I even think about carrying it, and that’ll take awhile on my budget, but I’m a lot more confident now.

 

Hollow point recommendations

Written by Ben on March 5th, 2010

Thanks to James Rummel, who was kind enough to link to my thoughts about hollow points and to rephrase the question about what to use on his own site, I got all kinds of great hollow point recommendations for 9mm carry ammunition. They are:

  • Black Hills, 124 grain +p
  • Cor-Bon, 115 grain +p
  • Cor-Bon DPX
  • Cor-Bon Powrball
  • Federal 9BPLE
  • Federal Hydra-Shok, 135 grain
  • Remington Golden Sabre
  • Speer Gold Dots, 124 grain or heavier
  • Ranger Lawman
  • Winchester Silvertips

I also got this advice, from Firehand:

I seem to remember that Ayoob did a bunch of research, and in 9mm the most consistent one-shot stops came with 115-grain +p hollowpoints, brand didn’t seem to matter much as long as it was a premium-grade bullet like Gold Dot, Golden Sabre, Winchester Ranger, etc.

And this, from James himself, who points out that you have to shoot what you carry to be effective. And he recommends shooting at least fifty rounds a month of the ammunition you’re carrying, every month for a year.

What are the most significant factors of using a firearm for self defense? Reliability and shot placement.

The gun has to go bang. Do you have enough money to shoot off at least 50 of your chosen self defense load at the range to make sure that the gun likes it? One jam during the test and it probably isn’t the best load for your gun.

Shot placement. How do you place your bullets where they will do the most good? Practice! Regular practice!

I usually told my students that they should shoot at least fifty of their defensive rounds at the range, and then do it again every month for a year until they know where the point of aim will be with the chosen loads.

How much does premium hollowpoints cost, anyway? Average is a little bit more than $1.00 per bang, but some of them are more than $3.00 a round!

What do I recommend?

Winchester Silvertips. They work, but are distinctly unremarkable. Lots and lots of more effective choices available. But the cost is reasonable.

Being new to this, I hadn’t even considered the difference in point of aim. My thinking was that I’d just rotate my carry ammunition every three months and do all my practice with cheap hardball. Obviously, I can’t do that. So, I’ll be following James’ advice to the letter, and shooting at least fifty rounds a month of what I’m carrying.

Which means I have to find affordable ammunition.

So, I did a quick cruise of the local big-box stores that sell ammunition and are close enough to my house to be convenient — since whatever I choose has to be available and in stock for awhile. I stopped by Outdoor World, Gander Mountain, Gart Sports, and Sportsman’s Warehouse.

The selection for all of them was still spotty, at best. And what was available ran at least two dollars a round, which is well out of my price range.

Luckily, another commenter, Ludwig, left a link to the invaluable AmmoEngine, where you can price ammunition from multiple sources. So, I cruised through that, and then headed over to Cheaper Than Dirt. I found Federal 9BPLE, one of the choices recommended, for an incredible fifty cents a round (actually, a little less). That’s almost half the price of Winchester Silvertips.

I’m gonna poke around some to see if there’s something I’m missing about this particular brand of ammunition. If not, I think I’ve found what I’ll be shooting. At twenty dollars for a box of fifty, I can shoot a hundred rounds of this a month, on top of Winchester hardball.

 

This too shall pass

Written by Ben on March 5th, 2010

Good morning.


 

Protest

Written by Ben on March 4th, 2010

A slideshow taken from photojournalist David Alexander Bjorkman’s new book, Protest: Re-create 68, Anarchy and Political Dissent at the DNC in Denver.

You can also preview the book here.


Y’know, for all the failures and bullshit, it’s hard for me not to watch this and grin like an idiot. I’ll probably have to buy a copy.

 

American radical

Written by Ben on March 4th, 2010

I just found out this exists. Here’s hoping it makes it to Denver.


And believe it or not, the New York Times review is not a kneejerk pan.

 

Blog update

Written by Ben on March 3rd, 2010

I’m doing that thing I do every year or so where I start tinkering with templates. If you stop by and it looks weird, just come back in five — it’ll probably be right back to where it was.

 

Guns, Books, Etc.

Written by Ben on March 3rd, 2010

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A banner year Glocks in movies.
http://www.tactical-life.com/online/exclusives/cameo-glocks/
 

White king, red rubber, black death

Written by Ben on March 2nd, 2010

I’m posting this mainly so I remember to watch it. Genocide scholar Adam Jones linked to it on Facebook recently — ah, Facebook friends — and recommended it as essential viewing for anyone interested in colonialism/imperialism and genocide.