Sheep, sheepdogs, and wolves.

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I'd actually considered this anology previously. But this puts it very well, perhaps better than I could have.

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"For my fellow Sheepdogs out there - This puts it in perspective!!!! Well worth reading.

This is a response from Dave Grossman. Grossman is a Ret. Lt Colonel Army Ranger and a Doctor of Psychology, who wrote the book "On Killing". Grossman does seminars around the country titled "The Bulletproof Mind".

In the book "On Killing", Grossman said that there are approx. two percent of the population that are able to use violence/kill without remorse and for the betterment/protection of society. These people are almost always armed and are always aware of their surroundings. They see themselves as protectors of society.

Grossman compared this two percent of the population to sheepdogs, always watching over the flock and never harming the flock. This was the best part of the whole book and he had three paragraphs on it.

When asked to expound on the sheepdog theory at a seminar, he finally went into a bit more depth and that's what is below.

---Dick Divine



On sheep, wolves and sheepdogs

Honor never grows old, and honor rejoices the heart of age. It does so because honor is, finally, about defending those noble and worthy things that deserve defended, even if it comes at a high cost. In our time, that may mean social disapproval, public scorn, hardship, persecution, or as always, even death itself. The question remains: What is worth defending? What is worth dying for? What is worth living for?

– William J. Bennett - in a lecture to the United States Naval Academy
November 24, 1997

One Vietnam veteran, an old retired colonel, once said this to me: “Most of the people in our society are sheep. They are kind, gentle, productive creatures who can only hurt one another by accident.†This is true. Remember, the murder rate is six per 100,000 per year, and the aggravated assault rate is four per 1,000 per year. What this means is that the vast majority of Americans are not inclined to hurt one another.

Some estimates say that two million Americans are victims of violent crimes every year, a tragic, staggering number, perhaps an all-time record rate of violent crime. But there are almost 300 million Americans, which means that the odds of being a victim of violent crime is considerably less than one in a hundred on any given year. Furthermore, since many violent crimes are committed by repeat offenders, the actual number of violent citizens is considerably less than two million.

Thus there is a paradox, and we must grasp both ends of the situation: we may well be in the most violent times in history, but violence is still remarkably rare. This is because most citizens are kind, decent people who are not capable of hurting each other, except by accident or under extreme provocation. They are sheep.

I mean nothing negative by calling them sheep. To me it is like the pretty, blue robin’s egg. Inside it is soft and gooey but someday it will grow into something wonderful. But the egg cannot survive without its hard blue shell. Police officers, soldiers, and other warriors are like that shell, and someday the civilization they protect will grow into something wonderful. For now, though, they need warriors to protect them from the predators.

“Then there are the wolves,†the old war veteran said, “and the wolves feed on the sheep without mercy.†Do you believe there are wolves out there who will feed on the flock without mercy? You better believe it. There are evil men in this world and they are capable of evil deeds. The moment you forget that or pretend it is not so, you become a sheep. There is no safety in denial.

“Then there are sheepdogs,†he went on, “and I’m a sheepdog. I live to protect the flock and confront the wolf.â€

If you have no capacity for violence then you are a healthy productive citizen: a sheep. If you have a capacity for violence and no empathy for your fellow citizens, then you have defined an aggressive sociopath, a wolf. But what if you have a capacity for violence, and a deep love for your fellow citizens? What do you have then? A sheepdog, a warrior, someone who is walking the hero’s path. Someone who can walk into the heart of darkness, into the universal human phobia, and walk out unscathed.

One career police officer wrote to me about this after attending one of my Bulletproof Mind training sessions:

I want to say thank you for finally shedding some light on why it is that I can do what I do. I always knew why I did it. I love my folks, even the bad ones, and had a talent that I could return to my community. I just couldn’t put my finger on why I could wade through the chaos, the gore, the sadness, if given a chance try to make it all better, and walk right out the other side.

Let me expand on this old soldier’s excellent model of the sheep, wolves, and sheepdogs. We know that the sheep live in denial, that is what makes them sheep. They do not want to believe that there is evil in the world. They can accept the fact that fires can happen, which is why they want fire extinguishers, fire sprinklers, fire alarms and fire exits throughout their kids’ schools.

But many of them are outraged at the idea of putting an armed police officer in their kid’s school. Our children are thousands of times more likely to be killed or seriously injured by school violence than fire, but the sheep’s only response to the possibility of violence is denial. The idea of someone coming to kill or harm their child is just too hard, and so they chose the path of denial.

The sheep generally do not like the sheepdog. He looks a lot like the wolf. He has fangs and the capacity for violence. The difference, though, is that the sheepdog must not, can not and will not ever harm the sheep. Any sheep dog who intentionally harms the lowliest little lamb will be punished and removed. The world cannot work any other way, at least not in a representative democracy or a republic such as ours.

Still, the sheepdog disturbs the sheep. He is a constant reminder that there are wolves in the land. They would prefer that he didn’t tell them where to go, or give them traffic tickets, or stand at the ready in our airports in camouflage fatigues holding an M-16. The sheep would much rather have the sheepdog cash in his fangs, spray paint himself white, and go, “Baa.â€

Until the wolf shows up. Then the entire flock tries desperately to hide behind one lonely sheepdog.

The students, the victims, at Columbine High School were big, tough high school students, and under ordinary circumstances they would not have had the time of day for a police officer. They were not bad kids; they just had nothing to say to a cop. When the school was under attack, however, and SWAT teams were clearing the rooms and hallways, the officers had to physically peel those clinging, sobbing kids off of them. This is how the little lambs feel about their sheepdog when the wolf is at the door.

Look at what happened after September 11, 2001 when the wolf pounded hard on the door. Remember how America, more than ever before, felt differently about their law enforcement officers and military personnel? Remember how many times you heard the word hero?

Understand that there is nothing morally superior about being a sheepdog; it is just what you choose to be. Also understand that a sheepdog is a funny critter: He is always sniffing around out on the perimeter, checking the breeze, barking at things that go bump in the night, and yearning for a righteous battle. That is, the young sheepdogs yearn for a righteous battle. The old sheepdogs are a little older and wiser, but they move to the sound of the guns when needed right along with the young ones.

Here is how the sheep and the sheepdog think differently. The sheep pretend the wolf will never come, but the sheepdog lives for that day. After the attacks on September 11, 2001, most of the sheep, that is, most citizens in America said, “Thank God I wasn’t on one of those planes.†The sheepdogs, the warriors, said, “Dear God, I wish I could have been on one of those planes. Maybe I could have made a difference.†When you are truly transformed into a warrior and have truly invested yourself into warriorhood, you want to be there. You want to be able to make a difference.

There is nothing morally superior about the sheepdog, the warrior, but he does have one real advantage. Only one. And that is that he is able to survive and thrive in an environment that destroys 98 percent of the population.

There was research conducted a few years ago with individuals convicted of violent crimes. These cons were in prison for serious, predatory crimes of violence: assaults, murders and killing law enforcement officers. The vast majority said that they specifically targeted victims by body language: slumped walk, passive behavior and lack of awareness. They chose their victims like big cats do in Africa, when they select one out of the herd that is least able to protect itself.

However, when there were cues given by potential victims that indicated they would not go easily, the cons said that they would walk away. If the cons sensed that the target was a "counter-predator," that is, a sheepdog, they would leave him alone unless there was no other choice but to engage .One police officer told me that he rode a commuter train to work each day. One day, as was his usual, he was standing in the crowded car, dressed in blue jeans, T-shirt and jacket, holding onto a pole and reading a paperback.

At one of the stops, two street toughs boarded, shouting and cursing and doing every obnoxious thing possible to intimidate the other riders. The officer continued to read his book, though he kept a watchful eye on the two punks as they strolled along the aisle making comments to female passengers, and banging shoulders with men as they passed.

As they approached the officer, he lowered his novel and made eye contact with them. “You got a problem, man?†one of the IQ-challenged punks asked.

“You think you’re tough, or somethin’?†the other asked, obviously offended that this one was not shirking away from them.

“As a matter of fact, I am tough,†the officer said, calmly and with a steady gaze.

The two looked at him for a long moment, and then without saying a word, turned and moved back down the aisle to continue their taunting of the other passengers, the sheep.

Some people may be destined to be sheep and others might be genetically primed to be wolves or sheepdogs. But I believe that most people can choose which one they want to be, and I’m proud to say that more and more Americans are choosing to become sheepdogs.

Seven months after the attack on September 11, 2001, Todd Beamer was honored in his hometown of Cranbury, New Jersey. Todd, as you recall, was the man on Flight 93 over Pennsylvania who called on his cell phone to alert an operator from United Airlines about the hijacking. When he learned of the other three passenger planes that had been used as weapons, Todd dropped his phone and uttered the words, “Let’s roll,†which authorities believe was a signal to the other passengers to confront the terrorist hijackers. In one hour, a transformation occurred among the passengers – athletes, business people and parents.

-- from sheep to sheepdogs and together they fought the wolves, ultimately saving an unknown number of lives on the ground.

“Do you have any idea how hard it would be to live with yourself after that?â€

There is no safety for honest men except by believing all possible evil of evil men
Edmund Burke

Here is the point I like to emphasize, especially to the thousands of police officers and soldiers I speak to each year. In nature the sheep, real sheep, are born as sheep. Sheepdogs are born that way, and so are wolves. They didn’t have a choice. But you are not a critter. As a human being, you can be whatever you want to be. It is a conscious, moral decision.

If you want to be a sheep, then you can be a sheep and that is okay, but you must understand the price you pay. When the wolf comes, you and your loved ones are going to die if there is not a sheepdog there to protect you. If you want to be a wolf, you can be one, but the sheepdogs are going hunt you down and you will never have rest, safety, trust or love. But if you want to be a sheepdog and walk the warrior’s path, then you must make a conscious and moral decision every day to dedicate, equip and prepare yourself to thrive in that toxic, corrosive moment when the wolf comes knocking at the door.

For example, many officers carry their weapons in church. They are well concealed in ankle holsters, shoulder holsters or inside-the-belt holsters tucked into the small of their backs. Anytime you go to some form of religious service, there is a very good chance that a police officer in your congregation is carrying. You will never know if there is such an individual in your place of worship, until the wolf appears to massacre you and your loved ones.

I was training a group of police officers in Texas, and during the break, one officer asked his friend if he carried his weapon in church. The other cop replied, “I will never be caught without my gun in church.†I asked why he felt so strongly about this, and he told me about a cop he knew who was at a church massacre in Ft. Worth, Texas in 1999. In that incident, a mentally deranged individual came into the church and opened fire, gunning down fourteen people. He said that officer believed he could have saved every life that day if he had been carrying his gun. His own son was shot, and all he could do was throw himself on the boy’s body and wait to die. That cop looked me in the eye and said, “Do you have any idea how hard it would be to live with yourself after that?â€

Some individuals would be horrified if they knew this police officer was carrying a weapon in church. They might call him paranoid and would probably scorn him. Yet these same individuals would be enraged and would call for “heads to roll†if they found out that the airbags in their cars were defective, or that the fire extinguisher and fire sprinklers in their kids’ school did not work. They can accept the fact that fires and traffic accidents can happen and that there must be safeguards against them.

Their only response to the wolf, though, is denial, and all too often their response to the sheepdog is scorn and disdain. But the sheepdog quietly asks himself, “Do you have and idea how hard it would be to live with yourself if your loved ones attacked and killed, and you had to stand there helplessly because you were unprepared for that day?â€

It is denial that turns people into sheep. Sheep are psychologically destroyed by combat because their only defense is denial, which is counterproductive and destructive, resulting in fear, helplessness and horror when the wolf shows up.

Denial kills you twice.

It kills you once, at your moment of truth when you are not physically prepared: you didn’t bring your gun, you didn’t
train. Your only defense was wishful thinking. Hope is not a strategy.

Denial kills you a second time because even if you do physically survive, you are psychologically shattered by your fear helplessness and horror at your moment of truth.

Gavin de Becker puts it like this in Fear Less, his superb post-9/11 book, which should be required reading for anyone trying to come to terms with our current world situation:

...denial can be seductive, but it has an insidious side effect. For all the peace of mind deniers think they get by saying it isn’t so, the fall they take when faced with new violence is all the more unsettling.

Denial is a save-now-pay-later scheme, a contract written entirely in small print, for in the long run, the denying person knows the truth on some level.

And so the warrior must strive to confront denial in all aspects of his life, and prepare himself for the day when evil comes.

If you are warrior who is legally authorized to carry a weapon and you step outside without that weapon, then you become a sheep, pretending that the bad man will not come today. No one can be “on†24/7, for a lifetime.

Everyone needs down time. But if you are authorized to carry a weapon, and you walk outside without it, just take a deep breath, and say this to yourself... “Baa.â€

This business of being a sheep or a sheep dog is not a yes-no dichotomy. It is not an all-or-nothing, either-or choice. It is a matter of degrees, a continuum.

On one end is an abject, head-in-the-sand-sheep and on the other end is the ultimate warrior. Few people exist completely on one end or the other. Most of us live somewhere in between. Since 9-11 almost everyone in America took a step up that continuum, away from denial. The sheep took a few steps toward accepting and appreciating their warriors, and the warriors started taking their job more seriously. The degree to which you move up that continuum, away from sheephood and denial, is the degree to which you and your loved ones will survive, physically and psychologically at your moment of truth."
 
It may have merit to describe cops and soldiers as "sheepdogs", but I dislike the analogy when it is applied to CCW holders. Sheepdogs are protectors of the flock by definition, and I do not carry a weapon to protect those who don't want to protect themselves. I carry a weapon primarily to defend my own life and that of my wife and child. It is neither my job nor my moral responsibility to protect those who do not have the will or skill to grow a set of fangs.

When it comes to self-defense, I am not my brother's keeper. That may sound harsh, but I won't go to jail or get sued because some soccer mom refused to recognize that there are wolves out there. If I am ever in a situation where my own self-defense includes taking out someone who is simultaneously threatening an innocent third party, then that's a bonus...but my first and only concern is my own safety and that of my immediate family.
 
For the past 25 years or so I've considered myself a Sheepdog.
Not for the whole world mind you. Just for my flock.

Although I have been know to come to the aid of someone weak and alone who obviously needed assistance.

So while I do consider myself to be a Sheepdog, I'm not fanatical about it.
 
Diddo. I also dislike the term sheepdogs and find it derogatory. First I don’t have sheep dogs guarding my flock 24/7 nor has the courts deemed they have this obligation.

No thank you I'll tend my own flock. I will not hesitate when the moment arises.

A note on Grossmen, He also said that 98% of the recruits trained during the Vietnam era fired on the enemy up from 50% from Korea. This was based on the training received in boot camps through various operate conditioning techniques. (BTW the Marine Corp had this down pat) Whether the military knew about this and corrected their training is still an open question. Whatever study was made is probably classified. Grossman knew of none when he was teaching at the War College.

I am from that era.
 
Not all sheepdogs wear uniforms and a badge.

Like others have said, I am the sheepdog for my little flock.


And where did this "legally authorized to carry a weapon" BS come from ? :cuss:

So the govt requires you to be a sheep unless you jump through all their hoops :barf:
 
And where did this "legally authorized to carry a weapon" BS come from?

While I would prefer if the more common word was "not restricted from carrying a weapon", this BS is currently the rule with people harrassing you if you open carry, and requiring a permit for CCW in most states.

And I'd like it if the only people restricted from carrying a weapon were freshly released felons and maybe those released from mental institutions, especially if they were institutionalized in lieu of charges(not guilty by reason of insanity). Oh, and the severly mentaly retarded(though they could shoot with parental/guardian supervision, I mostly treat them as large children).
 
I have always been in the watcher/protector role. I've carried a gun for years and years, and grew up with them.

My father was a great role-model in showing that a father/husband protected and provided for his family. Every time he went out, his Commander was on his hip, tucked under a Guayabera discreetly. And yes, he even carried in church. I do the exact same. I miss the wisdom of his words and the friendship and respect we had for each other. His presence is sorely missed.

This protector role is especially important given that my wife is a sheep. She will never be anything but. Having just found out that we're pregnant with our first child, my defense role and provider/protector mode has been switched into high gear.

If I happen to run into another shepherd protecting their flock at the same time I am, great.... we can cooperate, but as far as any sort of social contract.... I'll leave that for the guys in uniforms with oaths taken.
 
Unfortunately (maybe)

I fall into the alpha-sheepdog catagory...If I can help prevent harm to another person, I feel it is my OBLIGATION to do anything in my power, to assist them. Now,this is very situational....meaning there are times when a quick assessment of the situation dictates that I don't do anything, for the simple fact that my actions might spawn a worsening situation. I don't fear for my own safety, being a sheepdog, but wouldn't do anything that would increase the threat level to the "sheep". However, given the right opportunity, I WILL intercede(and I have), no matter what.

No offense to any one, but if you are not willing to react like the above, you're still just a sheep(albeit one with sharp fangs). I firmly believe that there is "evil" in the world, and that those of us willing to stand up to it are obligated to do so, insofar as possible. Reading the section on Todd Beamer, brought tears to my eyes...Here is someone who, knowing the probable outcome of his actions still made a concious decicion to confront evil, to try and prevent an even greater evil. No one will ever know how many lives he saved that day, but it was surely more than were unfortunately lost.

"No one has the answer, but one thing is true.
You'e got to turn on evil, when its coming after you.
You've gotta face it down,and when it tries to hide,
you've got to go in after it, and never be denied.
Time is running out...Let's roll.
Let's roll for freedom, let's roll for love.
We're going after satan, on the wings of a dove.
Let's roll for freedom, let's roll for truth.
Let's not let our children grow up fearful in their youth."
--Neil Young
 
This has been posted here before. Might want to do a search next time

Yeah, but I missed it last time and I'm glad I cought it this time. The good things bear repetition.

Thanks for posting it, Gifted. It is making me reconsider my somewhat casual approach to carrying.
 
I carry a weapon primarily to defend my own life and that of my wife and child. It is neither my job nor my moral responsibility to protect those who do not have the will or skill to grow a set of fangs.

Just for my flock.

I am also a sheepdog,but only for my own little flock.

It is difficult for me to read this without reaching a presumption that the man being stabbed, the woman being raped or the child being kidnapped are not worth your intervention unless they are part of your "flock".

And, when I pass down the street and see you being assaulted by multiple BG's; shall I continue on my way as you are not part of my "flock"?

Romans 15:1

We then that are strong ought to bear the infirmities of the weak and not to please ourselves.


Pray that decent men will not refuse aid to your family because they are not part of "their flock".
 
nemesis:

When I said:
I am also a sheepdog,but only for my own little flock.
I meant that I am not a LEO or military, but that doesn't mean that I am not also a sheepdog by nature and practice. The article seemed (to me) to imply that only police and military were "sheepdogs"

I'm not excluding the possibility of helping out a neighbor or stranger in distress, but I'm not sworn and paid to do so. It would just depend on the situation, and probably a split second evaluation and decision. You know, there can be a fine line between rescuing a damsel in distress and "playing cop"

As a matter of fact, I specifically told one of our neighbors, whose husband is a truck driver, to call me if she ever had any problems, as I was a lot closer than a deputy in town 25 miles away. (we have another neighbor that is a "problem" so that is why I was telling her that)
 
It is difficult for me to read this without reaching a presumption that the man being stabbed, the woman being raped or the child being kidnapped are not worth your intervention unless they are part of your "flock".
You presume wrong.

If that were to happen and I did nothing, my Daddy would walk right over to God, tap him on the shoulder and encourage him to strike me dead with a lightning bolt right there on the spot.

But it is none of my business if the crying child in the Mall is only crying because he got his little behind swatted for being a brat in the Toyz 'B Us.
And you'd damn well better know if the man being stabbed is the victim or another sheepdog defending himself. Or just two two wolves thinning their own pack.

Part of minding your own flock is preventative measures. Such as making sure your flock stays away from harms way if possible. I have a much higher responsibility to my flock than I do to others. As do you.

It is NOT my duty to ride herd on all of the sheep in the world.
Predator control, however, is another matter.
 
the vast majority of Americans are not inclined to hurt one another

I must be a vast American because I've never hurt anybody that didn't want to hurt me first. Never felt any regret over those I hurt. Always glad to help others learn important lessons.
 
The flock thing, I suppose it all has to do with The Law of Monkey. Frankly, I'm inclined to say that the longest range I can safely engage at is an area of no victims. I'm not going to butt into someone else's argument, but I'll break up a fight.
 
Seems to me that the concept of "sheepdog" is born of a philosopy. That "government" or "laws" inhibit a responsible view of one's own protective behavior is beside the point.

The set of laws of concern to Marko are born of denial on the part of the very sheep to be guarded.

Sure, you must watch out for your own well-being in consideration of the realities in which we live. It is rational to be aware of irrational laws and their possible impact on you--and the well-being of your own family.

I live in an area where geography can mean that even the most dedicated LEO might be a half-hour or more away. I made up my mind decades ago that there will be no Kitty Genoveses around me. Dunno how good a sheepdog I'd be, but I ain't gonna stand around and sell tickets...

Art
 
I think the mere presence of a sheepdog deters predators. The dogs don't actually end up getting into fights to protect the flock. At least that's been my experience.
 
I always like to think of it as sheep, sheep with guns, sheep with power mustaches AND guns, sheep who joined the military because they didn't want to go to college, and sheep who become criminals.
 
The sheep/sheepdog comparison is accurate in one other way.

It predicts the sheep herder...... who watches over the dog/sheep universe with aparent disregard at times and high levels of intervention at others.

The herder is actually making all the decisions and rules. Not the sheep dog and certainly not the sheep.

From this dogs POV and understanding of history the herder can be as much of a threat at times, to sheep and dog alike, as the wolves.

In a situation that was clearly black and white I would come to the victim's aid. Because staying out of court and jail is an important operational guideline for this sheep dog, it's going to have to be a real clear cut situation. I'm not LEO.

S-
 
I think the mere presence of a sheepdog deters predators. The dogs don't actually end up getting into fights to protect the flock.
Actually, sheepdogs such as the Komondor, Puli, and Old English Sheepdog were bred to look like sheep. Predators think the herd is unprotected, and the sheepdog suprises and kills the predator. Sort of like the NYPD's Stakeout Squad.

I, myself, am more of a bulldog than a sheepdog.
 
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