Or so says Washington, D.C.’s Deputy Mayor for – get this - Public Safety and Justice, Paul Quander. He thinks groveling victimhood should be perfectly acceptable to all those citizens who, unlike Paul Quander, don’t have bodyguards.
The subtext of this “philosophy” is that, once law-abiding citizens accept the role, carved out for them by government hacks like Quander, of helplessness in the presence of street criminals, it softens them up to accept helplessness when faced with the encroachment by the state on the rest of their freedoms. In this way, small-time hoods serve as artillery for the much larger army of oppressive statist bandits who won’t be satisfied with anything so paltry as your wallet, but will demand your mind and soul, as well.
On a related note, down the road in infinitely saner Virginia, I completed my basic pistol course at the NRA’s national headquarters and am now ready to submit an application for a concealed carry permit. The course included four hours of classroom lecture (all very useful), and an hour on the NRA’s indoor range, where I employed my trusty Ruger Police Service Six revolver to burn up a hundred rounds of .38 Special ammo. My lovely female instructor was extremely knowledgeable and patient, and by the time I ran out of bullets, I was giving a very creditable accounting of myself. I ain’t no Doc Holiday, but it’s amazing (and kind of thrilling) the way that, with concentration, the pistol becomes an extension of your arms and eyes; toward the end of the session, I was putting the shots exactly where I wanted them, and the human-form target – which, for reasons that should be obvious, I have named “Che”– was shot to doll rags. The whole thing was so much fun, I’m thinking of taking some additional courses. It’s also relaxing; in fact, for me, the effect was similar to golf. I only played golf a few times, when I lived in Florida, but I found that the game completely took my mind off my troubles, and stress just melted away. Same thing with shooting.