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Gun culture, red flags, 72hr rule, commentary

11/26/2019

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So,
On Saturday, a guy I'll refer to as Whiskey went live on Instagram. He was wearing a flak arranged in a way I'll only call "interesting" and waving a tumbler, the contents of which I won't speculate on.
Whiskey claimed that the police were surrounding his house in Putnam county, NY, trying to serve a red flag order against him for having standard AR magazines.
The segment of the gun community that happened to be fucking around online on a Saturday night proceeded to lose their fucking minds. Facebook and Insta pages went up like fireworks displays, doubling down when reportings and blockings kicked in. Numerous people offered to or claimed to be gearing up and heading to that particular area. At least one 2A supporter drove up to the barricades and asked what was going on before being turned back by an LEO.
Calls flooded the local PD, county Sheriff's office, and local emergency response units. Multiple press releases were posted and then deleted from the Putnam County Sheriff's Dept. Facebook page, trying and failing to get people to calm the fuck down.
Seven hours after Whiskey made his initial postings, he was safely taken into custody.
And what has happened to our valiant martyr Whiskey ever since?
Mostly the discovery that he was completely full of shit.
Turns out Whiskey is in fact a veteran, but has been having some severe issues with PTSD and other problems. So much that multiple domestic violence charges against him have been filed by his wife. What firearms he had were confiscated a long time ago after Whiskey broke into his in-laws house and tried to keep his wife and baby from leaving.
The cops rolled up on Saturday because there was an active warrant out for Whiskey's arrest based on his history of fuckery. When the first officer rolled up, he claimed to have heard a gunshot and called for backup. They found Whiskey babbling incoherently in his garage before barricading himself inside and logging onto Instagram live, because of course.
The cops managed to arrest him peacefully. And it looks like they're not even charging him with anything related to Saturday's standoff, even. They claim there were no firearms, mags, or ammo in the house for them to confiscate.
TL; DR: The online 2A community got well and truly Jussied this past weekend.
A few things I want to establish before I get into takeaways here.
One, I despise red flag laws as a matter of principle. I think they're the greatest single threat to personal freedom and due process in existence now that civil asset forfeiture has been declared unconstitutional.
Two, if you actually want a boogaloo, you're either a lying poser who has no clue of what such a thing consists of, a sadistic piece of garbage, or dumber than the eat-the-rich morons who honestly think the guillotine won't come for them once they run out of bourgeois.
(Spare me your "don't want to, but will!" dickwaving. If I roll my eyes any harder, I'll lose a contact lens.)
Those established, let's recap: a lying piece of shit damn near set off a gunfight. Let's see how that can be avoided in the future, shall we?
First, to the cops: nobody trusts you today on either side of the aisle, period dot. Too many people wearing badges have been caught being shady. Body cameras have been extremely helpful in clearing a lot of the bullshit accusations, but they're by no means the only tool in the box.
The biggest thing here is that your social media game needs to be on point. You need to be there first, fast, honest, and accurate. Covering the ass of whoever gives your orders ain't cutting it anymore. You need to be open and honest about this shit. Especially when you're vastly outnumbered by those trying to discredit you.
Second, to the online gun community: Sweet Daddy Odin and all the little valkyries, where do I begin?
I'll start with this: zip it. Nobody cares about your memes and catchphrases about what a hard dick threeper patriot moto-shirt-wearing spartan viking definitely-not-homoerotic trigger puller you are.
We especially don't care if there's a potential crisis underway. Scrolling through a parade of dick-waving to get to actual info is a pain in the ass. If you're not doing the work of making phone calls, listening to scanners, or otherwise getting primary sources, STFU and lurk. Zip up, grab your tiger tape measure, and go pester someone who'll be impressed.
Third, If you're a mod or a page owner: police your community. Trust me, I have bloodstripes and an arts lesson plan, I know how difficult it is to herd cats. Make it happen anyway. There's a fine line between dick waving and terroristic threats. And people were riverdancing all over that line on your pages this past weekend. Unfuck that shit.
Fourth, About the only smart thing I saw that night was very late on, when people started posting legal defense funds. I know none of the harddicks want to hear it, but in this day and age, a lawyer is probably the most powerful weapon you can possibly carry at the moment.
Way more effective than trying to Avengers assemble a gagglefuck of keyboard warriors with nothing better to do on a Saturday night.
At the end of the day, the world got lucky on Saturday: nobody got arrested that didn't have it coming, and nobody got hurt.
Let's work on keeping the score like that and a little more comfortable, eh?
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Posted from elsewhere

11/13/2019

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I was asked if the VA's crappy record on overmedicating PTSD-afflicted veterans was a policy issue or a legal issue.
* * * * *
It's not political or legal, it's cultural.
Science still has only a broad strokes concept of what PTSD is, and no (reliable) method to effectively diagnose, treat, or consider treated and cured. And that's just science. The civilian world thinks "PTSD," and thinks about some Punisher wannabe shooting up the place. The military thinks PTSD and sees a huge blinking neon sign that says UNRELIABLE.
So the Civilian side gets nervous and wants it to be Not Our Problem. And since that sector includes employers, universities, Child Protective Services, and just about any other official aspect of life, it's effectively a scarlet letter. Despite the fact that one of the few things we do know about PTSD is that those who suffer it are far more likely to kill themselves rather than harm anyone else.
So nobody among the cake-eaters trusts a veteran with PTSD. And they especially don't trust one with a weapon or even discussing weapons. Which is a maddeningly helpful attitude to have towards former military, or anyone who truly gives a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut about personal freedoms, for that matter.
On the military side, nobody wants someone under them who's UNRELIABLE, and nobody especially wants someone leading them who's UNRELIABLE. Which means that being a sufferer and asking for help is a career death sentence. Periodically we get this General or that claiming there's no shame in asking for help. Each and every one of them is full of shit and they damn well know it.
If PTSD was a physical injury like a broken leg, there would be measurable diagnosis, recovery time, and standard to return to. So someone would be on light duty, convalescent leave, or a medical discharge, depending on the extent of their injuries and how soon they could return to full duty. Since nobody knows fuck-all how to do that for PTSD, they instead diagnose sufferers as UNRELIABLE, with no idea of duration or successful treatment.
What the military absolutely does have is a system to replace losses. A military unit knows it will lose people to death, injury, jail, or simple career progression. It knows how to process that. A PTSD sufferer, on the other hand, is a big shiny UNRELIABLE sign taking up a slot that's not being filled by a reliable person instead.
Hence, the entire military's response to PTSD sufferers is "get them off my roster." The same way someone in prison or too badly injured to return to full duty in a reasonable amount of time would be. The second they have someone like that gone, the quicker they can ask for a replacement to be transferred in.
So they're dumped on the VA. Which is it's own cauldron of shit. Not the least of which being that pill cocktails are reliable sales and have a much higher profit margin than a therapist's billable hours.
But that's just those who admit they need help, who are believed, who are medically discharged. This doesn't include the hardcores or those who aren't believed. Who wind up self-medicating. They manage to last somewhat longer. Until they pop a piss test for opiates or get yet another DUI or are found abusing their spouses. Usually after their performance has taken a nose dive too. Once they've become a miscreant instead of simply an afflicted, the Military suddenly has a procedure in place. So the military drops them: Administrative, other than honorable, or the Big Chicken Dinner (Bad Conduct Discharge).
Those have the bonus of saving the VA money, since whether or not they can successfully file a claim is way up in the air. Then they're introduced to civilian life, see above.
So yeah, until science can get a reliable diagnosis of both suffering and successful treatment, until the civilian world stops seeing the punisher, and until the Military finds an alternative to the big UNRELIABLE sign, we're gonna keep seeing this.
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No pleasant options

11/13/2019

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If someone spent eight years rolling their eyes at "Obama's coming to take your guns," but are screaming about cattle cars and camps now that trump is president elect, there's a problem.
- Either a president has no power to enact such things, in which case they've been duped by a con that their political opponents fell for for years, making them even more gullible than said opponents.
- Or, a president does have the power to do such things, in which case they spent the better part of a decade sneering at those who feared such things, only bothering to care now that it's affecting them as deeply. Making them assholes.
Neither option engenders sympathy across the aisle.
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Boomers, Fudds, Brass Goblins and Grabboids.

11/4/2019

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So, my pre-caffine feed seemed full of etymology surrounding the term "Boomer" this morning. And yesterday, my beloved got a good laugh at finding out that the gun community, too, uses this term as a pejorative.
So, given that I haven't managed to completely scare off the various flavors of artists, socialists, and miscellaneous yahoos off of my wall yet, I thought I'd spend the morning going a bit into the pejorative slang of the gun community.
First off, some numbers. Nobody's really sure how many gun owners there are in America. We're somewhat adverse to being honest on surveys, fancy that. I've heard anywhere from 40 Million to 100 Million being thrown around. Gun Culture 2.0 puts it at 76 Million, so that's a good place to put our feet.
Moving on from there, last study I saw showed we're at 18.6 Million concealed carry permit holders in the U.S. To put that in perspective, there were less than 4 Million at the turn of the Millennium. That doesn't account for the 13 states that don't require a permit to carry concealed.
Finally, the fastest growing demographics for new gun owners are, in no particular order:
Women,
The Black community,
and the LGBTQAI community.
All three demographics caught between a perception of rising hatred and the police being less than useful. The concept of, "it's my 2nd Amendment too." has caught on in a lot of places.
Whereas the NRA? Before the shitshow at their annual meeting this year, they boasted 5 Million dues paying members. And that includes folks who only join for the range time. (In several parts of the country, NRA ranges are members only. So if you want to go shooting without a long drive, you join up.)
Now, in broad strokes, there's a lot of the gun community that is conservative by nature and design. This is a community that deals with handheld explosions as a routine occurrence. This discourages experimentation by dint of high risks and low rewards. So saying things like, "why brass? Why can't it be polymer?" is not something that's particularly encouraged.
That said,
There have been experiments in the century since the autoloader, the detachable box magazine, and other such features came out.
Gaston Glock has taken his place alongside John Browning, Mikhail Kalishnikov, and Samuel Colt as one of the most innovative gunmakers of all time.
We're still fighting a war in multiple countries that was overwhelmingly fought by Millenials who were led by Gen-Xers. Out of the nearly 3 Million who fought, the overwhelming majority are still alive.
To an extent, the gun community is like the car community. Everyone's got their favorite models, and people like shit-talking others. But it's generally in good fun. But some folks take it way too seriously.
This is aggravated by the fact that civilian firearm training only really dates back to the 1970's in a lot of the country. Everywhere else, it was a skill passed down through families or taught formally only for the military or law enforcement. Maybe supplemented by a book by Cooper or Ayoob, but that's about it.
We've come a long way since then.
So yeah, when some Boomer in a trucker hat starts bitching about the AR platform's failures in Vietnam (a platform that has since gone through a half-dozen different models BEFORE the patents expired and it started being made by dozens of manufacturers), eyes are gonna roll.
When said Boomer tries to sell a gun for what they think it's worth (because it hasn't gotten through their heads that everyone else can read gunbroker listings too) and responds to counteroffers with, "Don't waste my time, son. No lowballers, I know what I got." eyes are gonna roll.
(And if he really gets annoying, the phrase, "OK, I'll just buy it from your estate sale" is becoming the bon mot of choice.)
So yeah, gun nuts pick on Boomers too. Especially two subspecies of Boomer.
One is known as the Fudd. As in Elmer Fudd. Single-minded and not very bright.
Fudds come in various varieties, but all follow some degree of selfishness. Whether they're a hunter, a cowboy action shooter, or even law enforcement, a Fudd doesn't give a shit about anyone else's rights.
If you hear a gun owner say, "I support the second amendment, but..." or, "nobody needs a..." you have a Fudd on your hands.
A rarer specimen is the brass goblin. This is a Boomer obsessed with thrift to the point of ridiculousness. He haunts ranges, hoping to salvage the brass of other shooters for his own reloading purposes. Not everyone who reloads is a brass goblin, but these guys are like vultures staring at the leftover fingerfood on your plate, going, "you gonna finish that?"
A variant I just noticed is referred to as a Grabboid.
Grabboids appear to be gun rights supporters at first glance, but build arguments with logic holes big enough to drive trucks through.
Think MAGA-hat wearers who trip over their own tongues when you point out that Trump has arranges for more gun rights restrictions in three years than Obama did in eight.
Or veterans who think their record will let them babble the same old gun control talking points without ridicule.
I've made this long enough, so enjoy the rest of your day.
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