George Zimmerman apparently wanted to be a cop.
He found out, the hardest way of all, it ain't so easy--and sure as hell isn't like the bullshit you see on all these equally bullshit "reality" TV shows like Cops and SWAT and other such crap.
For anyone, besides me, who has been living in a cave for the past few weeks, George Zimmerman is the guy who chased, confronted, fought and then shot a sixteen-year-old kid by the name of Trayvon Martin.
This happened in a popular third world resort town's suburb, Sanford, Florida, just outside of Orlando, Florida just south of the United States of America.
Anyone familiar with the story already knows all the details and "facts" as reported by the drive-by, race-baiting media. I won't bore you with those.
What's important for those of us who have CHLs (Concealed Handgun Licenses for the pacifist liberal readers) is that the old adage of "If you go looking for trouble, you'll probably find it" was once again born out to be true in this case.
Zimmerman saw something, he called 9-1-1. Great. End of story. He did his job as a concerned citizen playing watchdog for his gated community. Should've stopped while he was ahead.
Unless Trayvon Martin drew down on Zimmerman or decided to rush Zimmerman's SUV or something else, Zimmerman wasn't in any danger. He had a gun and a phone. Good enough--and hell, he was on the phone to 9-1-1 who told him to hang around and wait for a (real) cop.
Nobody was dying.
A CHL is not a license to go hunting. It's a license to defend yourself, lethally, from the hunters--those criminals and psychopaths and human sewage who prey on (seemingly) innocent and (seemingly) defenseless people.
I've had several "licenses" to carry firearms during the course of my life. The first was when I was in the military. Go figure. The second was when I was in law enforcement. Go figure. I now have a CHL as a private citizen and I have about as much interest in going around hunting bad guys as I do in being a research subject for some new strain of syphilis.
Been there, done that. Hunting bad guys, that is, not the other.
Hell, it was scary enough kicking doors and peering around corners of houses and going up stairs and into dark rooms looking for bad guys--even when I had other law enforcement folks with me.
Why in the bloody blue hell would I want to voluntarily do that on my own simply because I have a license to legally carry a firearm?
In Texas, I have the right to defend myself, my family AND my property using lethal force. I'll do it, too, if I have to. But what I won't do is see some schmuck rummaging around the neighborhood and then go chasing him down and doing the Sergeant Joe Friday dragnet routine. My taxes pay our cops to do that. And even though they rarely do a very good job at it, I ain't doing it anymore.
I'm all for neighborhood watch groups. In one myself. I walk the Doberman at various times during the day in our little development and know most of the folks who live here. However, this is still America and I don't know them all, nor do I know all of their friends or relatives which means I'm not going to be dialing 9-1-1 everytime I see someone I don't know. In America, you're (for the time being) still free to come and go as you please pretty much wherever you please.
Message to Zimmerman: This is still America, son. You want to go chase bad guys, here's what you do.
You lose some weight, get yourself in shape and go join the United States Marine Corps--the best outfit in the world for chasing down bad guys and taking care of business.
But something tells me that you wouldn't make it past four or five nights on the Island, which would be good for the Corps.
In the meantime, you dickhead, your stupid-ass antics are making life a bit more difficult for millions of law-abiding CHL holders who have no aspirations to play hero. Thanks to you, we're being judged as though we're all of your challenged IQ and abilities.
Thanks a lot, asshole.