This story reminded me of the joke about the highway patrol officer who pulled over a little old lady and while checking her ‘papers’, was surprised to see she had a concealed carry permit. Amused, he asked her if she actually owned a gun, and was shocked when she told him she owned a .45, a .38 special and a Glock 9mm. He asked “What are you afraid of?” to which she replied, “Not a damn thing!”
Anyone who wants proof that Mothers with their Young of any species are the most dangerous creatures on the face of the earth and never, ever to be fucked with, need look no further than this story of New Years Eve mayhem and Just Desserts (served up with hot lead, ouch) out of Oklahoma last week. Talk about levelheadedness: this young woman has it in spades:
A teenage mother shot and killed an intruder after a 911 operator said she was allowed to defend her infant son and herself with force.
Sarah McKinley, 18, killed Justin Martin with a single gunshot wound on New Year’s Eve when he forced his way into her Blanchard, Okla. home and came at her with a long hunting knife, ABC News reports.
To recap: Young woman loses husband to cancer and immediately starts getting stalked by some loathsome execrable punk — stalker makes his big move and gets what’s coming to him.
Not everyone will share my response to this story (“W00t!”) — and that’s cool. But the story made me ponder heavily on whether we realize the utter helplessness we’re sometimes reduced to by laws made ostensibly to protect us.
If you doubt it, ask yourself what you’d do in Ms. McKinley’s shitkickers.
Most of us will automatically say “Call the cops”. Which is groovy, but even if you live next door to a donut shop, not especially efficient in the face of an imminent threat that’s 6 feet away and getting closer by the nanosecond, armed with a deadly weapon, blatantly ill intent, and an accomplice to ensure the playing field is anything but level. If calling the cops is all you’re prepared to do in that situation, you might as well tell them to bring a body bag — for you.
Frankly, I’d rather be telling them to bring one for the guy who’s ill-advisedly spending his last moments in this Vale of Tears chasing me around my living room with a hunting knife. But that’s just me.
Thankfully, the terrifying situation Sarah McKinley found herself in isn’t something the vast majority of us are ever likely to experience. And it’s a damn good thing.