First duty is to yourself

Dimitri Vassilaros`s article First duty is to yourself is an excellent look at the idiotic “duty to retreat” laws.

Many states have criminal-friendly “duty to retreat” laws. A victim in his house is mandated to retreat from an attacker until he is cornered. Only then is the prey allowed to use lethal force on the predator. Prosecutors in those states have been known to victimize the victim (such as charging him with manslaughter) who prefers to fire back rather than to back off.

Unbelievable to me that these laws even exist.

A hypothetical here. Husband is deployed and two dirtbags learn that there’s a lady who lives alone with two children. For some reason they believe we have large stashes of cash in the house (sorry, I know it’s laughable, but it’s a hypothetical) and decide it’s the perfect way to finance their drug habits.

They break into the back door of our home at 2 in the morning. Considering our house is almost 100 years old and creaky, I hear the noise and grab my handgun. In a “duty to retreat” state, I’m suppose to wake my children up and try to HIDE us in OUR OWN HOME while these dirtbags ransack my home looking for nonexistent money?

Yeah.

RIIIIGHT.

Guess I’ll be going to jail because regardless of the law, I’m not risking the safety of my children or myself. Once they are IN my home, they’ll wish they weren’t.

I think I might could handle being a victim of a crime coming out of a grocery store or something and having my purse stolen or my car hijacked. In my OWN HOME though? Where would you ever feel safe again? It’ll be a cold day in hell before I allow someone to victimize me or my family in OUR HOME regardless of idiotic left wing laws that make the criminals victims regardless of their actions. They might get me – but I’ll go out fighting. Not feeling like a damn coward because I HID instead of protecting what is precious to me – my family and the safety of our home.

I can’t believe that in America, we’ve allowed laws like this to be put on the books. I guess it’s time I renew my NRA membership since it’s been years. Seems they are the only ones who are lobbying states to make sure the criminals don’t have more rights than the victims of their crimes.

Cynthia McKinney

I wasn’t surprised to see this linked on Drudge last night: Report: McKinney Punches Cop. It’s just typical of her arrogant, ignorant and disgusting attitude.

How DARE a police officer stop HER. Never mind the fact she wasn’t wearing her lapel pin when she bypassed the metal detector. She is just too important and busy to stop the first time he said, “Ma’am, Ma’am” and say, “Yes, sir, I’m Cynthia McKinney, House of Representatives out of GA.”

Every Capitol police officer should KNOW who SHE is after her many years in Washington! And, don’t you know she is so VERY important, when said arrogant idiot is stopped, she has every right to PUNCH a police officer and have NOTHING happen to her.

GIVE ME a damn break!

If any of us acted in this manner, we’d have been thrown to the floor, a knee on the back of our head, handcuffed and tossed UNDER the jail. A black, race-card throwing nutcase from GA? Hell, I’m sure the police officer will be made to apologize to her before the week is out. It’s high time that we stop allowing politicians to be above the law and demand they all be held to the same standards we are. She assaulted a police officer and should be charged accordingly – regardless of how much she whines that it’s all because she’s black. I don’t care if it was a white republican, if they hit a police officer they should be charged.

This isn’t the first time she’s had a run in with police in our nation’s capitol. No, Rep. McKinney has 5th run-in with security.

What in the hell is wrong with GA voters? It must be slim pick’ins in her district to have to scrape the bottom of the barrel over and over and keep sending this nutcase to Washington to represent them.

Further Reading:
Cynthia McKinney, The rep who cries racism.

Great New Reads…

I’ve updated my links to the right to add two blogs I really enjoy.

Your Crazy Uncle is a blog that covers a wide range of topics. If you like motorcycles, you’ll really enjoy that aspect of his blog. He’s also a member of the Patriot Guard Riders…something that makes him and his wife very special in my book. Stop by and say hello – and thank him for caring about our military families. It is wonderful people like him that are protecting our military families in mourning from the nutjobs who have no respect for the pain and heartbreak these families are facing.

Charming, Just Charming is a great way to start off your day. GuyK writes about an assortment of topics from politics to gardening…his unique writing style makes his blog a joy to read. He doesn’t mince words. One of the many reasons I enjoy stopping by each morning as I enjoy my first cup of coffee to see what he’s up to and what he’s talking about.

Give these two blogs a visit. You won’t be sorry and it will be time well spent….

Ughh…

Husband requested roast for dinner on Tuesday night. I have to say it was the best roast I’ve ever cooked and I’ve cooked quite a few of ‘em through the years. It turned out so tender and juicy – and the carrots and potatoes were seasoned and cooked to perfection.

Today for lunch, I made me a roast beef sandwich. Little mayo, some bbq sauce…had a pickle and some chips with it. It was SO good, I made me another. Now, two hours later I’m STILL too full and regretting being such a pig and eating a second sandwich. What in the hell was I thinking?!

Ughh…

Spring? Where??!

Well, spring has officially sprung. And, of course for our current location, that means it is snowing. I really thought once we left Alaska, snow would be something this southern girl would see little of. Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to be the case for this area. After four L O N G years in Alaska’s cold, dark interior, I can’t stand the white stuff.

In Other News…
Daughter is on spring break. I feel bad for her. It looks like it’s going to snow most of the week, so we’ll be stuck in the house. We’ll come up with some fun stuff to do though…like cleaning their rooms lol. Ok, so I won’t be that mean. I can do that next week when she’s back in school. I’ll set up the paints in the kitchen and let them go to town. My two babies love anything that is messy , so painting will surely lift their spirits some since we can’t spend the week at the park like we’d hoped.

Last week daughter had a cough and runny nose, but she’s much better now. Unfortunately, little guy started his cough today. By this afternoon, it was the barking cough that seems to happen to him the minute he gets the sniffles. That’s why I’m awake at this hour instead of sleeping in the warm bed with husband and the spoiled German Shepherd (the rottie sleeps with daughter lol). We went to bed at 11, but by 11:30, little guy was coughing. Earlier he had coughed so hard he got sick to his tummy, so I had to change his sheets. When he started coughing again after we had gone to bed, I went ahead and got up. Figured why go to sleep only to get up in an hour to doctor him his next dose of cold medicine.

So, I came downstairs, made some coffee, got online and waited until the six hours were about up so he could have another dose. My poor baby…his chest is so tight. I gave him the grape flavored cough and cold medicine and put some Vicks on his chest. He’s now settled back into deep sleep and no longer coughing. Unfortunately, now I’m wide awake though . I’m sure the coffee didn’t help. At any rate, if he’s not sounding better in the morning, I think I’m going to go ahead and brave the crappy weather and get him in to the doc. We’ll just have to see how he’s feeling…and how he sounds.

That’s the updates from here. Hope everyone has a good week!

It was just another day…

well, not really I guess. But, I’ll keep the details to myself because my feelings are so hurt.

It’s not been easy being Shannon (with Irish maiden name), born on St. Patrick’s Day. The only part Irish I received (I think) was the temper lol – or so my mother says. Although the bad temper eased once I had children, it can still emerge on a moments notice.

What did I do for my birthday? Nothing. I’d forgotten it was my birthday until our son wished me a happy birthday yesterday morning. Ughh. Once you’re past 16 and 21 – what else is there to look forward to lol? It was just another day.

I’m still 29 and holding LMBO.

PersonalDNA | Your True Self Revealed

This was a pretty interesting test. It’s not a quick, answer a few questions and get your results though. It took me about 30 minutes to complete.

Encouraging Analyst

To read my entire report:
My Personal DNA Report

If you take the test, be sure to link to this post. I’d love to read your results!

Letter to my Pets:

I ran across this blog tonight and could really relate to her letter to my pets entry…especially the bed issue.

If you have spoiled pets like we do, click the link above and enjoy. If not, visit her blog I am Norman and get ready to laugh. I would also recommend the entry “I was attacked” – too damn funny!

Polar Opposites

Yes, husband and I are polar opposites. Well, not on important things like how much we love each other, how we think politically and how we raise our children. We’re more opposites in areas like – well, for instance, I’m a night owl and he’s a “hit the ground running at Oh-Dark-Thirty” which infuriates me.

I like to get up slow, NO talking (gosh he’s a talker when he gets up lol), have a gallon of coffee and I’m ready to start moving around 11 a.m. Meanwhile, Mr. Meticulous gets out of bed on the weekends and starts laundry at the crack of dawn which interrupts my ability to slowly become pleasant after much partaking of coffee. Instead of being able to relax, he’s carrying laundry upstairs to fold. I can’t sit here and NOT help (the guilt would kill me), so I’m pissed, heading upstairs to fold laundry that he started too damn early.

I’m short and small – he’s a big guy. Again, polar opposites lol. Whenever someone knows husband at work, I guess they assume he’s married to a biker gal or something. When I show up, I hear, “Wow, I thought you’d be…ummm taller.”

Taller? I’m not THAT short. 5′2″ isn’t that short is it? He hears over and over that I’m not how they imagined his wife to look….I guess I’m suppose to look like something else even though there is a photo of us ON his desk lol. Ok, it’s an old photo, but not THAT old.

He’s the pushover at home and I’m the Barbara Bush of our family – The Enforcer. I guess people assume that former Drill Sergeant husband has us all stand at parade rest as he enters and exits the house. Ummm, NOT lol. The babies can pretty much get away with anything when it comes to Daddy. He’s the fun parent; I’m the “Use Your Manners” parent.

He wanted a new vacuum. That red Bissell (I think) that has the lift off part for doing stairs and such. I wanted a new gun. Sunday he saw the new vacuum at the PX and I said we could wait. Our old vacuum gets the job done. He said I was impossible.

Monday after my doc’s appointment, I stopped by a pawn shop to take a gander at their handguns. I’d talked to husband and HE SAID if I saw what I wanted, to buy it. Well, it just so happened they had the S&W 9mm that I wanted. I was going to wait and go back today and get it, but figured hell I’m here and I KNOW I’ll end up buying it, I might as well save myself the trip lol. Ten minutes and a background check later, my new gun and I are on our way home for a long and prosperous relationship together lol.

Husband calls after I get home and asks if they had anything I liked. I did NOT know that his plan was to find this particular gun and buy it FOR ME as a surprise. Apparently he’d been calling gun shops for weeks looking for it. The first place I go into, they have it. I looked at it as it was meant to be .

Loving to give his polar opposite a hard time, husband says, “So let me get this straight. You’re too cheap to buy a new vacuum cleaner, but a GUN that costs triple you have no problems with.”

My response was, “I’ve never heard of anyone stopping an intruder with a new vacuum.”

All he could do was let out a huge *sigh*…

It’s not easy being married to me .