December 19, 2012
...I am republishing my three-part series about the LA Riots of 1992 in which Karen and I and the children were trapped for several frightening hours. We were unarmed, helpless save for our wits. The police were conspicuously absent and the bad guys, frequently armed with heavy weapons, owned the streets. It was a defining moment in my life.Posted by John Weidner at December 19, 2012 10:46 PM
I'm reposting this series as a cautionary tale because the Sandy Hook Elementary School Massacre has sharpened the claws of the statist utopians, whose ultimate aim is to disarm law-abiding American citizens.
Just as Obamacare has nothing to do with health, and cap and trade has nothing to do with so-called global warming, anti-gun laws have nothing to do with saving children's lives.
It's just another opportunity for the left to centralize power.
Hollywood is Burning
Hollywood is on fire.
Karen and I lock every door in the house, shut tight the windows, we move through the house switching off all the lights.
Gazing from our bedroom window we watch orange flames lick at the darkness, pillars of black smoke climb into the sky. We can actually smell the acrid odor of burning rubber.
"Look how close they are," says Karen.
"Just past La Cienega. Maybe eight blocks away."
Karen gives me a long penetrating gaze:
"What do we do if they come here?"
My mind is racing away. The truth is we are defenseless. Unless I get crazy inventive like Dustin Hoffman in Straw Dogs.
"After this is all over," I vow, "I'm going to buy a pistol."
Karen says: "How about a shotgun?"
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