I didn’t get that either. I thought the pantywaist remark was backwards. If we are going to measure wussiness like kids on a playground, who really is the weak one, the one who needs a gun to feel safe or the one who can handle himself without one?
Oh, and the whole North-South thing, I have always thought of it as Texas and not-Texas parts of America.
Call my a pantywaist, I can’t carry a firearm in my jurisdiction but I probably would if I could, even though I live in a great neighborhood. It’s like any other form of insurance or protective equipment (I live in a two story house and do have portable fire escape ladder since there’s only one set of stairs- make of it what you will), you don’t ever want to have to use it. I do not want to have a fire to see how well my smoke detectors, extinguishers and ladder work in a real incident. I’d rather not have the incident.
Again, call me a pantywaist because I avoid fights, I refuse to escalate confrontations into physical violence and will walk away- I guess if that makes me a wuss or coward in your eyes- so be it. No matter how well prepared you think you are to ‘handle yourself’ you are only one side of the equation. You are not a mind reader, you never know how far the other person is willing to take it. Or how well prepared they-- and the buddies they have which you don’t see-- are. (An acquaintance got cold cocked from behind by a crowbar/pipe/bat? (didn’t see what it was- he woke up 3 days later in a hospital bed) squaring off against some smaller guy he’d happened to spill a drink on at a crowded party. My acquaintance was 6’2 and about 240 of almost solid muscle and really wasn’t scared. He could handle himself. He’s now a police officer by the way.)
My father grew up in a very rough neighborhood and he taught me that if I got in a fight- he would accept my killing the other person. Because in any physical fight, no matter what your intention, you can kill a person, you can strike a single blow which is lethal. And again, no matter your intention you are not a mind reader and have no idea how far the other person is willing to take it. My father expected me to stay out of fights unless the stakes were worth my life, and then act accordingly to defend myself or others. There are no winners or losers in those situations, just those that survived and those that didn’t.
Call me a coward, I don’t care. My career in the Navy underscored my Dad’s point to me. The fact that a fight isn’t a matter of fairness, that many people aren’t civilized and will in fact mob you and stomp on your head while you’re on the ground vice ceasing once you’re disabled or unconscious. There is nothing admirable about choosing to make yourself more vulnerable- it will grant you no sympathy, no mercy, no quarter from many of the folks who seek to do evil. It simply gives them an advantage they will be more than happy to exploit.
Again, if I fit your definition of a coward or a pantywaist- so be it.
- First rule to a fight is- you never lose the fight you avoid.
- Never engage in a fight if it isn’t worth your life.
But if I am pushed to the point of defending my life, I will do whatever it takes and feel no remorse over the actions I am forced to take. I will feel no obligation to give my attackers an even break or a ‘fair fight’.