Sometimes a nice wooden didgeridoo over the head will make some beautiful music.
I keep a metric-pattern FAL next to our bed at all times. (The FAL is a full-size .308 semi-automatic assault weapon.) On the nightstand are three 20-round magazines, each loaded with 15 rounds of FMJ.
I cannot sleep unless my FAL is within arm’s reach. When we travel and stay in a hotel I take the FAL and ammo with me, and set it next to the bed just as I do at home.
I have two big dogs, a german shepherd and a rottie. They’re quite effective in scaring the crap out of intruders.
Failing that, I have a six-cell Maglite (think night-stick, weighted with heavy batteries). One crack over the skull with that and any intruder is history.
Yes, I’d call 000, but there’s no guarantee the cops would show up anytime soon. Besides, the phone would be between me and the intruder.
Max.
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- Well you see, here is another misconception: I cannot speak for others but the point of me having a loaded firearm is not so that I can shoot someone stealing my television, it’s so that if someone breaks in and decides after being confronted that the best course of action is to silence me, they have to try to do it with holes in their chest cavity.
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From a legal standpoint, you’re always a lot better off getting away and letting police deal with burglars than doing it yourself, but I am only improving my own chances of getting away. I insist on physically harming attackers: I simply refuse to let them do whatever they want to me and hope the police catch them after the fact. I don’t know if I would want to carry a firearm, but then I don’t know that I’d tolerate living anywhere I thought I had to and it’s not legal where I live now anyway–but keeping firearms at home is, so I do. If that’s macho bullshit, then I guess I’m already guilty.
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