I dunno about Colorado, but in Washington horse sex has been illegal since some Boeing dude died from perforated colon via receiving horse cock. But before that happened, it was totally legal in the state. If you life in a state that condones horse copulation, just go ahead and die getting fucked by a horse and they will change the law, in your name.
It made me feel very slow and careful.
When you complied with the commands issued were they polite to you, did they say please and thank you
Once was cops and both were thief and no one said please.
i have never been robbed myself, but i have been in one or two situations where my ability to protect myself from serious harm was questionableAt least he said thank you.
Well, now we know. Fear is the mind killer. But, we were very stoned on Afgan hash. All 4 of us immediately began to game him. We weren't afraid, at all. That was later. Good to be stoned.
One guy went for a knife on the drain and as a kind of a ruse, another very tall guy jumped up over to stop him and by then he was surrounded except for Sun Tsu, escape route, we left, back out the kitchen door. I'm still pinned behind the kitchen table and become the Speaker.
He tried to make a move right then for the rest of the house, but my very large brother, just chest butted him, and said, NO!
Now I'm talking to him. Real quiet, friendly but insistent, almost a whisper, on his side. "You can't get us all." But, very reasonably and worried for him. I continued with the Thug Whisperer bit.
And that grabbed his attention, and we almost had him.
But, he saw it, at the last instant and pulled the gun back to his ribs. Then another friend, the very tall guy, says from almost behind him, in a flat tone of voice, opposite of mine...."you should leave."
By then, the first guy has a very large knife, not the little meat knife he went for. I, who have been sitting calmly, pinned behind the table, stand up and show that I'm about to turn the table up into the room on him, but, say, in a weird, whining tone of voice, that surprised even me..."don't take all the hash, leave us soooooommmme." But, my face was not whining.
I'm making eye gestures toward the door.
He took the bag, calmly, as we all were, (except my giant brother still in his blocking position, scowling fiercely), knife guy is hanging loosely at his side, but looking very evil, the tall guy, 6' 5" is still right behind....
He fished out a palm full of pieces and set them them down and left. When we looked, we saw he took less than 1/2, now that I remember.
He just wanted to get he and some friends stoned I think and we were just sitting there with the screen door latched. Loud and hashed.
He could have just asked us and we would have been happy to more party, just hippies with an OZ. Now, race doesn't matter here, does it? In Pensacola, it does. Just about that part. It never occurred to him to ask, I think. So, he had a ruse about a cat," are we missing our cat?" and he motioned under his arm. That got the screen door latch opened. The gun was under his arm.
Hmmm.....I would not have been thinking ruse, without that, I bet. As it was, we all were.
Many years later, I became a student of conflict and thus a student of Sun Tsu. What happened in that kitchen that night was straight Sun Tsu, particularly in that we naturally left him an out, and that we naturally controlled his attention and demeanor.
I also read the Dune Series after that and noticed my natural application of the VOICE by weirdly whining his Out of Here, thought....take some Hash...
All very true, Gunga Din. I hope the time never comes again, and hope you keep your head, if it does.
All very true, Gunga Din. I hope the time never comes again, and hope you keep your head, if it does.
One thing is true. All the senses are in overdrive. If we don't waste that in panic shouting or whatever, things can become very clear. What to do next, seems obvious, timing is just a roadmap, not referred to.
And as the 2/5 US Marines in Afghanistan are saying.....it is addictive. I wasn't ready to hear that. But, I have been in martial fights with drunks and the same thing. I'm Marshall, they aren't. They don't even appreciate how they are being manipulated. I always let them win, by me saying OK OK!! But, they have their ribs worked good. So, they are in a better fame of mind to Win, but not know until the next day.
I don't want a brawl against a bunch of guys and his friends. I let him win. <wink> ...not messing his face bloody, is a better way out. Face is saved? But, these are just techniques. See my .sig.
The first pain we inflict is on ourselves in training.
Thanks chief
i don't think folk are allowed to say Gunga Din here anymore political correctness again
i hope if that should occur i escape unscathed keeping a cool head in the process lol
its just if those cops tell me to get on my knees, or on my stomach pointing their machine guns at me i am going to be fighting the urge to say
"well say please then" lol
i don't have a death wish or anything, i am just a fan of politeness
No...nonononono...it's not that kind of situation. Quick and silent compliance may do more than just save your ass.
IAC, Kipling was glorifying the Wog here and it is too bad that is not seen as complementary, as many I know see it.
A Better Man than I, Gunga Din. If you can keep your head while all others are losing theirs...A better MAN.
The other side of these law dogs is they are the first brush of self-rule and also citizens and they can just let you off. Broad discretion there. You might just want to make their day with politeness before you are ordered down. But, Down you go and live.
I have gotten off several times, many times actually. And the only times I have been seriously popped with weight, was when I was not the one talking, alas.
I've been thru a highway checkpoint with a 30 kilo block on the back seat covered with a blanket. "Have a nice day!" Cop mutters 'no problem' as he beads the next car. You must not fuck with them.
I once played the abject puppy so hard, my face hurt, after. Law had grabbed my collar for stepping out of the vehicle I could not let him sniff, and I had locked the door behind me. THINK FAST!
I fell back and actually whimpered. I exposed my throat and almost howled in fear to match my facial horror, I let him see.
I was 20 and quite the surfer gangsta, though, that term was not in vogue.
"Get up, boy. I ain't gonna hurt you." Said kindly....(it worked) OK, OK. pant, pant, pant. You scared the crap out of me. (and I let that happen too, to be real)
Can w-walgulp, I just need to walk a second, back toward...? (motion) I'll be fine. (deep sigh, another wooble) YOU all right!?>> Yassu, yasu I'll be fine, now. thankeee sur.
Probably cause, in my favor, now, with the doors locked. It is just something my friends and I trained ourselves with, mental deceptions and ruses. The Spice must flow, if you get my drift.
I do this a lot, in fact. Every time I deal with Law, they are dealing with me. It is not like they expect. But, it is the same thing they are trained in.
Psycho-social confrontation modification, now called Mental Judo. That is even down to that clinch break, by a scream in the ear...the certain type and distance etc. is just technique.
It is all the VOICE.
Now I can do, weapon take-aways, with VOICE distractions...in theory.
I love swapping stories and that is one of the coolest ever. Thank you. I can't stop laughing!..../.help mme;/.']\\a
then he asked again a couple more times and yea, it went down something like that, in the end with me driving away un-bothered.
For me the paranoia kicks in mate, as i know as soon as they speak to me and check my name, they will search meReminds me of that one time the cops pulled me over when I was high and drunk as fuck (my friends knew I was fucked up), but then this one cop sort of just, let me go free, he asked if I was drunk and I said no
I don't really remember any feeling of fear, but? possibly there was a feeling of indifference or a feeling of being oblivious to the situation, or something lol. (truth is, there is always an act going on when you're concealing something from the police.
I can remember that.. my friend sitting next to me was pretty impressed at what just happened, but I think I was more? of the attitude that I got lucky and that it could have all gone down a completely different way.
They search your car as standard procedure?
Yeh, police are people too! If you treat em nice, chances are they will treat you nice
though sometimes things just get fucked up, lol, and sometimes they can just be utter pigs, no matter what you do.
When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years.
