Naturally, the "Spokesonly One" says the dispatchers did a good job.
Hey, even if they had answered immediately, this still could have happened*:
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And, of course, expect the Bradys to come unglued and demand laws requiring her to store that shotgun unloaded and locked away separately from its ammunition.
[Via Jeffersonian]
* This recording, of course, is not from the encounter linked to in this post--it is one of our old Citizens of America ads. With the advent of certain chip/GPS technologies, you now can be located through your telephone, except I don't believe this is a capability most 911 dispatchers have available--yet. Which creates a whole 'nother set of considerations...
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Don't dial 911, dial 357, until empty. Reload and fire as needed.
In my house the first call the intruder will hear is that of 9x19. When it's all clear 911 will be called to come clean up the mess.
David, to your comment about the GPS technology:
Just wait until we have "massive success" with the forthcoming mileage tax. The Anchorage Daily News just ran one of those classic headlines that immediately screams, "grab your ankles, here they come again":
Mileage tax starts to get traction
You've read this type of article many times before. A conclusion posing as a question. But, like the Brady Bunch, these people are never "just asking".
Imagine the wet dream this must give to collectivists everywhere. Not just power and control, but revenue as well.
Settle in. Choose your lube. (Er, yes, we do have a choice.) This promises to be a protracted affair.
12Gauge, with 00, keep firing until empty.
Bob
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Just more proof that my 1911 beats your 911.
That woman needs a semi-automatic shotgun with a magazine extension and a flashlight on the front, not a side-by-side suitable for skeet. Know your target and obtain the appropriate weapon.
My mother-in-law lived on a dairy farm within site of a state penitentiary and a lesser security facility in upstate New York near Whitehall. I hear she was pretty good with a 12 gague pump shotgun, kept by the back door inside the kitchen, as when the escape siren sounded and my father-in-law was with the cows or haying, it would take a while for him to return to the farmhouse. There was no 911 at the time, and the party line on the rural phone circuit was still too slow.
When I heard this story and knew that my grirlfriend inherited that capability and mentality, I married the girl. True love!
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