Active Shooters, Orlando and Other Thoughts

Graham Combat Killhouse Rules I have refrained from saying anything anywhere about Orlando, but the interviews with the survivors call out for saying something. Because this kind of thing is happening more and more all over the world. (Click the image for a larger view.)

It happened in a gay bar in Orlando. It will happen in other kinds of places. You are not immune because you are straight. Or suburban. Or live in the Midwest. France has some of fairly strict gun-control laws, yet that hasn’t prevented attacks in that country.

This isn’t something that only happens to “other kinds of people” in “other kinds of places.” You live in the Real World™ not in Pleasantville.

The victims hid. And they pleaded for mercy. Neither worked.

Terrorists have no mercy. You need to remember that when you are telling yourself about how you are too civilized to accept rule number 4 below. (Insert quote from Kipling’s “The Gods of the Copybook Headings” here.) You can’t reason with people who are unreasonable. (And this isn’t about Islam. How exactly should an African American appeal for mercy to a member of the Klan? – who the last I checked were all white Protestants.) There isn’t always a negotiated settlement.

While hiding can be a good thing, if you are hiding you need to be preparing to fight (see the video Run, Hide, Fight). What are you going to do if your hiding place is discovered? Of course even if anyone had a permit to carry a concealed weapon, they are denied to folks in a bar. (Concealed weapons in a bar? That is just crazy – according to the people who hate weapons.) But that doesn’t mean you can’t fight with something.

The Rules above are from the following link: The Killhouse Rules | THE TRADE

1. NOBODY IS COMING TO SAVE YOU. Whether an event lasts a few seconds, a few hours, or even a few days – you have to work as though nobody is coming to save you.

2. You are your savior, so start working because EVERYTHING IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. You are your security, you are your medic, you are your rescuer.

3. You are your own best resource to SAVE WHO NEEDS TO BE SAVED. Nobody wants to save your life more than you, so set yourself up for success by having the simple tools and knowledge to do so: do what you can with what you have. Recognize that nobody is in a better position to start saving your life than you.

4. Sometimes saving lives means you have to KILL WHO NEEDS TO BE KILLED. It has been almost 15 years since I first wrote “the more effective you are at taking a life, the more successful you’ll be at saving one” and nothing in the intervening time has changed my mind. Be swift, be decisive, be final.

5. Mostly, ALWAYS BE WORKING. There is always something you can be doing to improve your position. Always. Because nobody is coming to save you.

If you don’t think about this kind of thing now, when will you?

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One thought on “Active Shooters, Orlando and Other Thoughts

  1. The quote from Kipling I reference…

    When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
    They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
    But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “Stick to the Devil you know.”

    The entire thing…
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    The Gods of the Copybook Headings

    AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
    I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
    Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

    We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
    That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
    But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
    So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

    We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
    Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
    But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
    That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

    With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
    They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
    They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
    So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

    When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
    They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
    But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “Stick to the Devil you know.”

    On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
    (Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
    Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “The Wages of Sin is Death.”

    In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
    By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
    But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “If you don’t work you die.”

    Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
    And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
    That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

    As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
    There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
    That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
    And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

    And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
    When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
    As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
    The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

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