It can be very dangerous out there at times and we all just want to go home to our families and loved ones. Is that two different groups?
It started as a routine stop but then as I’m getting out of my car the subject exits from his and despite my use of command voice and clear gestures for him to return to his vehicle he keeps coming. This guy is yelling at the top of his lungs and his face is all purple and I’m thinking this is going to be one serious problem and I’m on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. That’s when I notice the gun…
I want to call for back-up but this dude is pissed and closing the distance fast. He has what looks like a Glock on his right hip and I can see a couple of magazine pouches on the other side. His face is all contorted in anger and spit is flying out of his mouth he is screaming so hard and loud. I try backing up to put some distance between us but he keeps coming despite my orders to get down on the ground. He reaches for me and I realize it’s go time…
I’m a pretty big guy at 6’3” & 240 and this guy probably comes up to my chin but he’s wiry and extremely angry. His first punch caught me square on the nose. All my years in the military, working out and force training are coming into play as I grab his left wrist and spin him around, slamming him with a satisfying crunch against the car. I should have gone for his gun hand… A rookie mistake after all my years on the street. As soon as I see the gun in his hand I perform a leg sweep and slam him to the ground using my superior weight to keep him pinned and begin slamming his hand against the pavement. Hard. Telling him to drop the gun isn’t working real well and slamming the road is just messing up a good gun (a Glock? Please.) So I resort to a disarming technique that I learned years ago and begin rolling the firearm out towards his thumb. Hey, if it snaps, too bad chump. Bingo! I toss the gun, grab the cuffs & get them on nice and snug. Now this guy is telling me how much trouble I’m in and how many laws I’ve broken and how I’m just making it worse on myself, blah, blah, blah.
I start searching this guy and find a blade in his pocket, a .38 in an ankle holster, pepper spray and an asp. In addition to all this he’s wearing a vest! Holy cow, I gotta check his car! Right there in plain view is a shotgun so I pop the trunk, lookie here. An AR-15 and level III vest. Is this guy starting a war or what?
Well, I knew the wife was probably getting worried and I no longer had a gun in my face so I pulled out my phone, patted the policeman on his head and walked back to my car. I wonder if all his coworkers still rag him about being found cuffed on the side of the road?
It can be very dangerous out there at times and we all just want to go home to our families and loved ones.
The above DID NOT occur. It is a parable/allegory.