Hold on…I’ve been meaning to talk about this for a while.
So I was watching what they call the tellie a few nights ago, and a discussion was on about how much force was permissible when dealing with an intruder. The guys on the panel were the host, one cat that was an ambassador to the US for five years, and another guy that was a burglar that now serves as a “consultant.”
Once a thief, always a thief. Know that.
Anyway, the discussion basically amounted to whether it was okay to brandish a weapon on a person that breaks into your home.
This is where it becomes clear that I’m not in America anymore.
The host broached the possibility of pulling a knife out and attacking the intruder, and he posed that possibility as though it was an outrageous idea to him and his basic sensibilities.
A knife? You bullshittin? A knife?
Yo, I’m from Texas. If break into a house and get shot, your death was legal in North Mexico. In fact, if you get killed for breaking into someone’s house, I’m really not trippin’. Shoulda known better, pimpin.
But this discussion never broached the idea of pulling a pistol out. This is definitely a different culture than America, and it sounds like one that’s far less violent. That’s a good thing.
However, in spite of all my support for gun control, I don’t see how you can’t shoot someone that breaks into your house. I say that for the same rationale that the cat that went on the court at the Palace of Auburn Hills that night had to get beaten up by Artest and O’Neal. No one knew what he had planned, so he had to have the brakes beaten off him. Same rule applies. You run in a house in teh dark, you just might have to die. Folks don’t have time to figure out if that’s a gun in your hand or just the candlesticks you stole out of one of the china cabinet.
But the funniest part…the ambassador said he had been “infected” by his years in the US. That line was classic. Lines like that explain why I get the third degree in the airport when I get to London.
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Also, I went to a corner store to pick a few things up the other day. I haven’t been treated that badly before. Racism, my friends, has no nationality.
4 Comments
by hseuss3000
It might be the Texas in me, but I have very little faith in the moral fiber of cat breaking into my house, meaning in addition to robbery he might be prepared to shoot me, bash my brains in, etc. So the way I look at it an intruder in my house is a real Darwinist situation and you can call me the fittest cause tommorrow I’ll be eating my cereal with the spoons that nigga’s trying to steal.The young burglar on the other hand will be lucky to see another sunrise.
My dad said it best when we got our alarm installed and the Brinks dude was showing him how to set the alarm for when he went to bed. My dad another Texan responded, “Oh that’s cool I want them to break in when I’m here” You break in someone’s house you get shot. That’s just a rule of life. If you don’t believe me ask my Uncle David.
By the by congrats on crossing the pond and if you get anywhere close to Straussburgh look my Aunt Sarah up cause its free beer.
by jaedalaurez
“I’ll be eating my cereal with the spoons that nigga’s trying to steal.”
Folks are really trying to make me wake up this damn baby I’m laughing so hard.
I am not in favor of killing unless it’s a you vs. me situation, and it’s not ABOUT to be me.You try and run up on me in my home- that’s one of those situations by default…you could just be Robert Downey Jr. looking for a place to sleep, but if I don’t know you, they’ll be flashing your pic at the Oscars during the memorial montage the next year.
by Kirk
I don’t even see why this is a debate. OF COURSE you put a few holes in the burglar.
I grew up in the mountains, and in high school, some dude tried to break into a friend of mine’s house, 25 miles from the nearest police station, hospital, or gas station. Said burglar took a blast from a shotgun to each kneecap. I don’t know what the odds are that he lived from that, but he’s damn lucky he did. And I don’t understand why anyone would feel the slightest bit of sympathy for him either way.
by Cobb
I remember thinking, when I had a simple bowie knife on me on the Thames River trains, that I was the most dangerous person in the whole river valley. It’s an extraordinary thing to know that women sometimes sleep half the night at train stations when one doesn’t come between 1am and 4am. I know that happened when I was there in the 90s. Trip.