The ORIGINAL gathering place for a merry band of Three Percenters. (As denounced by Bill Clinton on CNN!)
While I was in the Air Force, I worked with a Master Sergeant who understood and utilized this principle very well, IMHO. He bought an old, non-functioning 12 gauge double barrel shotgun, painted it a bright international orange and set it on the coffee table in his living room. When a young male would come to pick up his (very pretty) teen-aged daughter, he would always have them wait for her (for some reason she was never quite ready when they arrived, heh, heh) in the living room. He would always mention that his daughter had a curfew. He couldn't remember a single instance of his daughter not being brought home prior to curfew. Not a single one. Imagine that.BTW, "glock" is also a universally understood word. I used to work armed security. Often times I had to convince people to depart the property. Living in San Antonio as I do, I often encountered "Hispanics" (OK, likely Mexicans) who would respond to my instructions to leave with "No Ingles, no ingles". I would smile, rest my hand on my sidearm (not always my glock), lean forward slightly and quietly ask "Habla Glock?" Without fail, the answer would be "Oh, Si, si. Habla Glock!" and they would smile a really big smile and leave the premises. Funny thing; suddenly their command of "Ingles" improved dramatically at the same time. Imagine that.
I used to keep my Model 94 up over the door in one of the seedier neighborhoods in which I lived. It's kinda funny how everybody understands the sound of that bolt racking into place, even through a closed door. If you have watched any Western, you know that sound, and what's coming next.
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BadCyborg- I know from personal experience as a cop, just what you're talking about. LOL. Working with a rookie one night we stopped a car with 5 P.R.'s in it. When asked where they were going, the reply was, 'No hablas ingles'. Same when the driver's license and registration was asked for. I stepped back from the car and unsnapped the strap on my .357 Magnum and told them, 'Get out of that fucking car'. The immediate response was, 'Yes Sir', followed by immediate compliance with my instructions. A little later on, the rookie said, 'I thought they didn't speak or understand English'. I told him, they sure as hell understood Smith & Wesson with no problem. Another one that seemed to open eyes wide at times was telling them, Los muertos non hablas.
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