Not Everyone Has The Luxury Of Walking Away

Apparently, some people think a paramedic doing their job = fascist. That’s some creative reasoning there. And also just exactly like guarding a concentration camp.

Let’s step away from the recreational chemicals for a bit, k?

Once a paramedic arrives on scene, whatever happens becomes very much their business. Yes, consent is needed in order to provide care, but consent is automatically implied if the patient is incapable of giving it.  And since threatening to off yourself doesn’t fall into normal, rational conversation, the paramedic/first responder has no choice but to assume you have taken leave of your senses.

Hell, if I care about you even a bit and you tell me you want to end your life, I’m gonna do everything in my power to prevent you from doing so. If that means taking you to the hospital against your will, I’m going to do it.  Because if I care about you at all, I’d rather have you really pissed off at me than have to go to your funeral and answer to everyone else that cared about you. Don’t like it? Don’t call me.  Don’t involve me.

You can test me on that, but you might not like what you learn.  I am not a paramedic.  I have the luxury of walking away. I have walked away. (pro-tip: If your recently ex-girlfriend is coming over to return your class ring because you are a manipulative douchebag, waving a now empty bottle of ibuprofen is not going to win her back nor garner a lot of sympathy.*) Of course, that was the appropriate treatment for drama-queen, attention seeking stunts.

*He didn’t die. It was a stunt. One last ditch effort to manipulate. He was never really in mortal peril. If he had been, I would have called someone like my friend, Ambulance Driver, as I walked out the door. In fact, he didn’t even catch the hint that I had ceased to give a damn about him. It took my husband explaining it to him in small words.

There Will Be Blood In The Streets!

Governor Mary Fallin signed the open carry bill into law this afternoon.

Oklahoma is the 25th state with either “permissive open carry” laws, or no permit required, or “licensed open carry,” which requires a permit. Oklahoma now joins Utah, North Dakota, Minnesota, Iowa, Indiana, Tennessee, Georgia, Mississippi, New Jersey, Connecticut, Rhode Island, Hawaii and Massachusetts as a “licensed open carry” state.

Just like happened in all those other states.

Yeah, yeah, we still need a permission slip to exercise our rights.

“As a strong supporter of the Second Amendment and a gun owner myself, I’m happy to sign this bill into law and grant law-abiding citizens the ability to openly carry firearms,” Fallin said. “Senate Bill 1733 sends a strong message that Oklahoma values the rights of its citizens to defend themselves, their family and their property. It does so in a responsible way, by requiring those citizens who choose to ‘open carry’ to undergo both firearms training and a background check.”

Unless you happen to be from a state that doesn’t require a permit.

Fallin on Monday signed the bill, which allows gun owners from states that don’t require a permit to carry a concealed weapon in Oklahoma. Under the bill, the firearm must remain concealed and the person must have a valid identification to prove that he or she is a legal resident of a non-permitting state.

I guess the tourists are more trustworthy than the natives.

 

Pardon Me While I Vomit Politics

Let me say right now, Borepatch has a very excellent point. I’m going to disagree. I’m not going to support my argument nearly as well.  Take that as you will.  You should understand that my position is very much self-serving.

I do not like Mitt Romney. He sways with the wind.  He signed onto seriously bad gun legislation.  And Romneycare, need I say more?

He might just be another Obama. But! Psst! Here’s the first bit the disagreement part.  He can only possibly be as bad as a 1st term Obama.  He will not be as bad as an Obama not interested in re-election will be.

My household is broke.  As in, we got a nice fat refund of nearly all of the taxes we paid in, broke.  Not quite all, we’re still just barely tax-payers as of 2011. But we have no desire to be Julia (don’t worry, the link goes to JayG).  We’re quickly picking up steam.  We made more money (okay, lost less) in 2011 than 2010, but on our current trajectory, the machine will get darn close to absorbing us.  It was too close for comfort in 2011. And dammit, subsidized success isn’t success at all.

So that refund got us out of foreclosure (yes, literally) and went back into the business. We will soon be increasing belt production (click that, it really is the best), and adding equipment cases and grips.  These are partnerships that we have forged that will hopefully prove beneficial to us all.

I’m the accountant in the house.  Were I unscrupulous, we wouldn’t have paid a dime in taxes. It wouldn’t have taken much.  It wouldn’t really have been dishonest.  It just runs on the wrong side of my ethics.  Technically, since I hand out business cards and get people interested in holsters, I could write off my chiropractor expenses.  I could write it off every time I teach a new shooter.  I don’t. Currently, I don’t write off my time for web and office support even though that is completely legitimate. And I say absolutely none of this to make you feel sorry for me.  We made our choices and I stand behind them.

I do want you to understand the problem though.  We need to hire someone.  We’ve got the person picked out.  This person would be perfect.  The long term goal is that this person would be a huge part of QC in later managing several people.  We can’t do that right now.  My husband is trying to juggle the responsibilities of being dad, teacher, and business owner all day every day.  And he’s really great at it.  Just so you know, you might not want to mention me as bread-winner in a social gathering.  You will be lit up.  I will do it.  I can’t afford a private tutor, mechanic, cook, and currently home-health care worker on my salary.  And that’s not including the incredible work he does with the holsters.  And the customer support he does beyond just building the holsters.  I supervise the number crunching.  Whee. (Note to anyone that is married to an entrepreneur, tell them regularly how much they are really putting into the household and mean it.  Ladies specifically, be his cheerleader, but only if you believe it. If you don’t, talk to me.  I bet you are missing something.  If you aren’t each believing in the dream. It isn’t going to happen.)

Were we unscrupulous, you’d be making our house payment.  We wouldn’t have paid a dime in taxes.  What I’m saying is that the rules changed enough that it seems awful clear that someone was trying to buy our vote with our own money.  We ate all year long.  We had clothes to wear, and we even had several luxuries.  And yet, I could have gotten every dollar and then some back from the Fed. Didn’t.  Won’t try.

If you did, fine.  I’m not judging your situation.  But really, the poverty level could honestly include a household that always has food, 3 cell phones, and multiple computers? Cable? Internet? BS.

Romney is a long way from who I want in office.  But he’s not running for a single term.  He doesn’t want to piss the rest of us off before his re-election. I don’t think he’s stupid either.  He’ll pander, but I think we can be the people he panders to.  And the more crap the left throws at him, the less I dislike him.

My decision isn’t set. I may find myself in agreement before November.  But for now, I think the RINO is preferable.

 

Around the Web

DaddyBear has moved. Update your links accordingly.

Breda is back. Knew she couldn’t stay gone forever.

Robb speaks the truth. Carry it loaded, seriously.

Borepatch endorses Obama. Agree or disagree, it’s good reading.

That Guy has the coolest hunting blind ever

Barron gets his scold on.  And rightfully so.

Erin is spreading the gospel of gun nuttiness. And also, a friend in need.

Me?  Well let’s see.  Tomorrow, I will be taking Defensive Handgun with Will Andrews of Oklahoma Shooting Skills. Will is a great guy and a skilled instructor.  I’ve taken his Home Defense Shotgun class twice (the second time while wearing 3 inch heels) and come away with much improved skills each time.  This will be the first handgun class I’ve taken from him.  I will wear far more sensible shoes. Yeah, the back is still giving me fits, but I figure bad guys aren’t going to ask me if I’m feeling up to being assaulted today, so I will train as I am.

You Can See Right Through Me

So, you want to see me without my clothes?

Or skin and whatnot?

Er. Um. Oh. My neck, kinda not right.  Kinda curving the wrong way.  Wanna look closer?

And just in case you didn’t pick up on it, scoliosis! Mild, but still there.  The twist is impressive though.

Awesome. And my hips are out of whack in two directions.  Strangely, the lower back stuff doesn’t bother me in the least.  It’s all the nerve pinching in my neck that sucks currently.

 

 

 

Hey Wordslinging Monkey

Your pie hole is doing that thing. You might want to see to that.

Don’t you know that it’s your drug-addled, alcohol-fueled dreams that we want to read? Not your short-sighted collectivist BS.

Ya know what? When you make money, it helps more than the 20 some-odd people you directly employ.  Guess who works at bookstores?  People.  Movie theaters? People. Publishing houses? People. Etc. So yeah, when your getting your icky richness on, it’s spreading that pernicious wealth all over the middle class.

Your high horse is dead.  Stop kicking it.

And, oh yeah, Dance, Monkey!

(found via the Head Mistress Snarkslinger where you should have read it far before stumbling on my corner of the interwebs. Hint-go there now)