From the Myspace Ninja's blog....
CCW stories...
The Importance of the CCW Badge....
I just wanted to share a day in my life where I had to repeatedly use my CCW badge throughot my day CCWing. I wanted to illustrate its usefulness to me on one of my patrols throughout the city fighting crime.
Well I know it has been awhile since I shared some of my experiences with you all. I also want to tell you about how important the CCW badge is for the average CCWer like me. I have been rather busy with my patrols. The neighborhoods need the protection of a CCWer so that the children can live in peace and harmony. I am fearful for them since there is a War on Terror and I believe I saw someone who may have been Muslim driving down the street. IT sent me into a tactical alert and I now have to be more vigilant, what would the world do without me and the other CCWers who keep Americans safe at night.
I wanted to write about an experience I had. I was at the local dairy queen eating an ice cream cone and an ice cream cake (I had the girl behind the counter draw a .40 caliber Glock on it) when I suddenly smelled smoke. Now being that I have heightened awareness, due to my intense 10 hours of CCW training, I knew that I was the only one prepared to do anything in an emergency situation regardless of tactical threats. I realized that I had to investigate the source of the smoke.
I ran into the woman's room and found the source of the smoke. Someone, probably a stupid non-Republican liberal, had put their cigarette into the trash can. It had ignited the paper towels and now the whole room smelled of smoke and the trash was on fire. I looked around and suddenly heard a scream. Some woman who was in the stall walked out and saw me standing over the flaming trashcan and decided to scream. I immediately told her not to worry as I was a CCW holder and then I flashed my CCW badge. She calmed down after she saw the words "Concealed Weapons Permit" on the badge surrounding the state seal. I told her to go out and get the fire extinguisher. She ran out screaming about someone in the women's room. I decided to check the other stalls and promptly kicked the doors in to make sure they are empty.
After I secured the area I ran out of the bathroom and grabbed a bite of cake. Then I went to the counter and told the guy I needed a fire extinguisher quick. He looked puzzled after I said that. So I screamed at him that I have a Concealed Weapons Permit and that I need the extinguisher so that I can save all of our lives. Once the manager came to the counter she recognized me and handed the extinguisher over so I could go put the fire out. I then proceeded to check the restaurant. I didn't realize it had filled with smoke so I went out and started sizing up the place. I wanted to put the sheeple liberals on ease so I pulled my CCW badge and clipped it underneath my double chin. A few of the sheeple visibly relaxed. I ordered them to stand outside of the Smokey restaurant and sit on the curb until the fire department gave them an all clear.
I grabbed what was left of my ice cream cake and sundae and took it outside with me. I sat on the curb and waited for my brothers in red and blue to show up. Once they got there I debriefed them on the situation. They were glad to have a responsible CCWer on the scene to take control of the situation. "Well it's my duty as a citizen and as a CCW holder" is what I told them. This brought tears to their eyes and I think we all realized that were brothers in arms and spirit. I told them it was time to go as I had to finish my patrol of the neighborhood and I left.
I headed down street and went into the local pantry shop for a quick look-see. They know me here because I usually stop and get a donut and slurpee (my afternoon snack) during my patrols on the weekend. I looked around when a gangbanger-thug-Democrat caught my eye. I knew he was up to know good and I think he may have been packing heat. I tactically maneuvered myself so that an aisle was directly in between us. I then proceeded to move from condition yellow to condition red. I think he realized I was on to him and I had to make my move. I yelled out "Yo homie," like Tom Cruise in Collateral (which is a very good movie and made me reevaluate a lot of tactical thinking). "Yo homie, CCW permit holder here," I called out all the while flashing my CCW badge. He looked confused and perplexed at me. But I figure he knew what I was and that I had been trained to handle these kinds of situations better than most. I went in and tried to take control of the situation; but he made a mad dash for the door.
What a maroon! I easily anticipated this as I had taken a CCW training course and discussed situations like this one on the internet many a time. I tackled him throwing my 350 lbs. of weight into the perps center of gravity. He fell instantly like a sack of potatoes… umm that reminds me I need some potatoes for dinner. Getting back on track now I had him on the ground and I handcuffed him until my backup could arrive. Once the police arrived I was given my handcuffs back after I flashed my CCW badge and then I was thanked for being so diligent in protecting the community.
I continued on my patrol of the neighborhood watching out for trouble. As I was walking down one of the more major intersections I caught sight of a fellow CCWer. He looked at me and I flashed my CCW badge. He flashed his back which put me at ease. It is nice to know that I am not the only responsible citizen in the community who takes the time to look out for us. We talked on the corner. He watched over my shoulder while I watched over his. This is to prevent bad guys from sneaking up on us. I could see he was in a visible state of code yellow. Earlier in the afternoon he had rescued a little girl and her puppy while engaging numerous gangbangers in an intense gun battle. I told him next time to call me as backup so I could help. A brother CCWer in trouble is something no CCWer likes to hear about. We are the last line of defense between the liberal liberals Democrat gangbanger thug kiddie rapist terrorist supporters of the world and decent Christian Americans.
He told me about a potential situation that was developing. He saw a man of Middle Eastern descent over at the hardware store buying piping, nails, screws, and other plumbing supplies. We figure the piping was for pipe bombs and the other things were to act as shrapnel for it. The rest of it was to make it look like the man was going to fix his plumbing. He even got into a truck disguised as a plumber's truck. These Al Qaeda are getting crafty but us CCWers are on to them. I thanked him for the heads up and we decided we would call a few other CCW guys and have them ready in case we need to take this guy out. Nothing scares a terrorist then a whole bunch of armed men storming the house. We set up commo with our Nextel's at the ready in case we spotted him. I then told him I was going to get some coffee and a donut from the local donut shop and asked him if he would join me. He agreed and we joked about running into other brothers in arms at the local donut shop. Sure enough there were a few squad cars parked in front and they recognized me. We smiled and then me and my fellow CCWer walked away continuing our patrol after we informed the cops about the terrorist at the hardware store. They said they would look for him and rolled their eyes. I figure they want to let the Feds handle something that big.
We patrolled some of the side streets in the neighborhood and watched out for any signs of our suspect. At one point we thought we smelled ammonia and were going to investigate the source. Luckily it was some woman cleaning the garage. It seemed like a nice quiet day so we decided to listen to our police scanner for any crimes in progress that we would be able to help with. I know cops love having a few CCWers on the scene to back them up because, unfortunately, other cops cannot be everywhere at once.
No action for us CCWers right now. We talked about our CCW training and the experiences that we shared together as CCWers. It's hard for us to relate with people who are not CCWers. They just don't understand how we are willing to act as sheepdogs in the face of the wolf. They don't understand that when the wolf is at your door you can be a sheep or a sheepdog. Non CCWers cannot understand how as CCWers we are the few sheepdogs trying to protect the entire flock. I guess it's a lonely road for us CCWers. One of the many burdens we live with but one we are willing to bear so we can protect all that is good and be patriots.
We were walking when I saw a perp with whom I had a previous run in with. Luckily he had not seen me so I stopped and hid behind a tree. I watched him as he stood on corner. He was obviously selling dope and it was so early in the evening. My partner and I decided we needed to take immediate action and stop this before it gets any worse.
We decided to take direct tactical action. I pulled my Glock 22 out of its holster and took a position behind a tree to cover my partners advance. He drew a Nighthawk 1911 and left another one on his left hip so that he could have a New York reload should he need it. He pulled his neck chain with his CCW badge and let it hang out in the open for any civilians and non-CCWs to see.
I moved on up and called out to the Luke, the thug with whom I had a previous run in, "Luke put your hands up. CCWers, we want to check the situation out and make sure no laws are being broken. Everything will be fine as long as you comply." I re-holstered my Glock 22 and kept my hand on the grip. I was ready to pull should a situation arise. My partner re-holstered his 1911 and kept his hand in his right pocket. Just in case he needed to fire his snubby. The thug didn't have a chance against two well trained CCWers out on the streets. We approached the perp and took control of the situation. My partner took a cover while I took an interview stance and talked to the perp. I asked him what he was doing and he said he was waiting for the bus. A likely story but I didn't believe him. Our conversation went something like this…
"Now your not lying to me are you? Cause I have heard many a lie while I was at the gunshop and I can tell if your lying or not."
"No I swear man; I am waiting for the bus. I got to go to work man. Please don't shoot me Mr. CCWer. I don't want any trouble with the likes of you."
Since I am a CCWer that makes me a better citizen who is more in touch with the founding fathers than any liberal Democrat could ever be. I decided that I would place him under citizen's arrest. I learned all about it in my CCW training. So I handcuffed him and then called the boys in blue for the arrest. I even read him his rights using the Miranda card I got from the police supply store. (I often shop there as they keep 6X 5.11 tactical pants in stock for CCWers.)
Once I had read him his rights I waited for my backup to arrive. When they arrived I placed him in their squad car. They all laughed and told me that I should have been a cop. I told them that it is my duty as a Republican, an American, and a citizen with a CCW permit. It's an honor to wear a badge whether it is a detective's shield or a CCW badge we all are working for a better society. They agreed and asked me about my carry method. I told them about my CCW training course and the things that I choose to carry everyday. 6 Glocks, 4 spare Glock 22 magazines, 2 Chris Sebenza Folding knives, 2 Surefire E2E flashlights, an asp baton, a Nextel cell phone with other CCWers on speed dial and 911 listed as "Backup", my police scanner, CCW badge, a couple of tactical pens that are often used by Delta Force, a small notebook, and my tactical Spec Ops wallet. In my wallet I keep a spyderco knife card, my NRA membership, my GOA membership, my Republican Caucus card, and my CCW permit, as well as a driver's license. These things are what I usually have in my wallet along with some cash and credit cards.
They were mighty impressed with how much gear I could keep on my waist. I told them its one of the advantages of being a big boned guy with a 60 inch waistline. They laughed and sent the rookie to take the man in and book him. I gave them one of my cards and my CCW badge number to have on file for the arresting judge. Both the other officers wanted to go get a cup of java but I told them I had to get back on patrol and finish out my night. They understood and thanked me for being a good citizen. They even suggested getting a second CCW badge so I could put it next to my Glock holster and not scare the sheeple if my gun gets exposed. I laughed and told them I had thought about that but I did not want to give my status as a CCWer away to anyone. I prefer to be stealthy and have my CCW hidden so I have the most tactical flexibility.
Anyways I carried out the rest of my duty shift and patrolled the neighborhood with my partner. He tried to sell me on the virtues of the 1911 but I prefer my Glocks. We discussed some of the potential situations we encountered in our lives as CCWers. We also vowed to train more and to train harder as well. I figure we could go down to the gun shop and practice some draw strokes as well as our malfunction drills. I also volunteered my house for room clearance drills.
After that we decided to part ways to cover more area. We decided that it would be best to cover as much area as possible in our hunt for the terrorist. I walked around for another two hours only stopping twice. Once for a burrito and once for a Big Mac extra value meal. I went home and cleaned my guns while reading Colonial Coopers writings and preparing for my part in the war on terrorism. I often reflect on how much better of an American I am simply for being a Christian, a Republcian, and for CCWing in general.
Col. Cooper RIP
That'd be a fun day at work...
