Emily Miller Schools Piers Morgan

Our favorite firebrand, Emily Miller, took on Piers Morgan and took him to school.

As usual, Piers throws debate out the window and chooses volume instead over the issue of the legally blind being able to get a permit to carry a gun. My favorite quote

Can I talk? Once we start having cases of blind people going around shooting people, we can come back and have that debate-Emily Miller

What?! Logic and evidence? Piers Morgan cannot wrap his tiny little mind around such things. (Minor quibble, I NEVER recommend anyone rely on the fear brought on by the almighty pump action sound.)

One, ‘legally’ blind is not the same thing as blind. Many people that are legally blind can see to a certain degree. Their disability does not mean that their rights should be limited. Also, I have never met a legally blind person that was not fully aware of their visual limitations. I trust the responsible, legally blind people to adhere to Col. Cooper’s 4th rule, “Know your target and what is beyond it.” I do not expect them to fire blindly into a crowd of innocent people any more than I expect a shooter with perfect vision to do so. I trust the individual to make the decision for themselves whether or not they are capable of carrying a firearm in public just like I trust every other adult citizen of this nation.

And two, evidence. Legally blind people have been able to carry guns in public for some time, and yet, I cannot find a single story where an innocent bystander has been shot by a responsible, gun-owning, blind person. I fail to understand the threat. Sure, on the surface it sounds ludicrous to give a gun to a blind man, but we don’t legislate on emotion. We can’t limit someone’s rights because it feels like the right thing to do.

The blind have a very specific need for self defense. A criminal isn’t going to show them compassion and make accommodations for their disability. They don’t care about the ADA. They see this person as an easy target. If a violent thug is smashing a blind person’s head into the pavement, I’m willing to bet their marksmanship would be just as good as a sighted person’s in the dark.

But Piers Morgan would have them remain defenseless. Thank goodness we have people like Emily Miller to stand up to his bigotry.

KTKC: Best New Shooter Report – 80 Year Old Grandmother

I’d like you to meet Nana.

She’s 80 years young and awesome.  As a kid, my cousin and I would spend a month with Nana and Granddad every summer.  We’d take over the basement and refer to it as our apartment.  She taught me the value of proper grammar, much to my childhood frustration.

Me: Me and Mandy…

Nana: Mandy is not mean

Me: *grumble* Mandy and I…

She sat through countless hairbrush concerts with me using a coffee table as a stage.  Sure, she’d applaud but only if I had earned it.  She introduced me to fireworks and made me face my fears.

It was a great honor when she asked if I would show her how to shoot.  She lives alone now. She has already scared off a home invader using nothing more than a stern voice, but she is wise enough to realize she might need something more persuasive if there is a next time.  Although, I can tell you that her stern voice is pretty darn persuasive.

We hung a milk carton and started slow.  A nice heavy revolver in .22lr. The double action trigger pull on the 617 was heavy, but she did great in single action.

Soon we moved on to her gun.  When she decided that she needed a gun, she decided that she needed a small revolver.  We did all we could to convince her otherwise, but she would have none of it.  Stubbornness does run in the family, I suppose.

Word got around to her nephew that she wanted one, so he bought her a brand new Ruger LCR in .357 magnum with Crimson Trace laser grips. He’s cool like that. Although, he’s never bought me a gun (insert spoiled pout here).

And she handled it like a champ.  That milk carton won’t be bothering anyone anymore. She had a great time too.

And while we’re having fun…

Come on, who wouldn’t let the sweet 80 year old woman try out the AK?

All she’d ever shot previously was a rifle in .22lr and 410 shotgun. She totally rocked everything that she got her hands on that day. She is my grandmother, after all ;)

Quote of the day:

If I ever get too old to learn something new, just bury me-Nana

I want to be her when I grow up.

Now you’re wondering how this all ties into Kilted to Kick Cancer, aren’t you? Well, Nana is a widow. Granddad passed away October 11, 2007, shortly after I started blogging. He survived prostate cancer but not without several undignified side effects.  He was the 1 out of 6, and his life was never the same.  You don’t have to ask why I’m just as committed as Michael to this cause.

Please, for the men you love, spread the word.  If you can, give to fund the research to kill this terrible disease. Get checked, or encourage your loved ones to get checked.  While everyone jokes and embarrasses themselves, don’t forget that the cause really is a serious one.

It’s just a few more days until the whole world turns pink. Give Kilted to Kick Cancer the boost it needs now.

 

 

Don’t Grit Your Teeth and Push Through The Pain

So everyone knows I screwed something up in my back.  Pinched a nerve.  Pulled something in the trapezius* family.  Something.

You know what happens if you are feeling kinda better and take an all day defensive handgun class? Flinch. And pain.  Like can’t get out of bed without help kind of pain.

And more flinch.  No matter how much you think about applying pressure to get the surprise break on that trigger, pain is an extra effective teacher.  Even though your instructor spends special time with you with an awesome drill that you will make sure to use on some new shooters, you will fall back to the flinch.

And then you get to meet your freaking deductible in medical bills.  Fan-freaking-tastic. Not to mention shooting like crap because raising your left elbow high enough to deal with recoil causes your neck to spasm. Like screw up your sight picture violent spasm.

I know.  I said I was going to go ahead and do the class because an assailant was not going to ask me if I was feeling up to being assaulted in that moment.  It’s true that they won’t, but you are not likely to need 250 rounds to deal with that assailant either.

The instruction was top notch, really.  I had a couple of stages where I was hitting an index card like a pro. When I did everything he told me to do, I shot like a rock star.  And then I wanted to cry. If you can’t bring your support arm perpendicular to your body without wincing, you’re not in shape for training.  Get healthy, then train.

This is yet another time that I am telling you to learn from my mistakes.  It is going to take a lot of practice for me to actually learn the skills that were taught and overcome the bad habits that the pain pushed.  I’ve never had a flinch. And yet, now I’ve got to beat one.  Don’t make the same mistake.

*which apparently is going to take a while to heal.  Dammit.

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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.