Will Power

I played organized baseball until I was nearly 21 and I was good. I was an excellent infielder and a for average hitter. 

A couple of days ago I saw something I hadn't seen before--a man carrying a pistol on his hip in the grocery store. I couldn't help myself because I broke out laughing right behind him. 

This man was shorter than me and appeared to be in worse shape than me. I couldn't stop laughing. As much as I tried to fight off dark thoughts, they came anyway. 

I wanted so badly to hit him in the back of his head with a baseball bat. He'd never see it coming and his pistol would still be holstered as I beat him to death and took his gun.  You better be wearing rear view mirrors when you show what you have and where it is.

The license to carry a concealed weapon is certainly much more effective thwarting possible attacks simply because no one knows if you are carrying a weapon. Still, I couldn't get this man off my mind. 

I ended up walking behind him to the parking lot chuckling all the way to my car. As I drove away, I wondered if he knew how vulnerable he made himself with a visible weapon. 

Playing in a band took me to unsavory places. Too often, I heard someone announce they were going to get their gun and then proceed to get their ass whipped to the ground. Of course, nowadays the shooting would have started immediately. 

Bad guys always figure it out and find ways to impose their will. I've always believed to know an enemy's plans by their behavior and take appropriate action to nullify it. As Machiavelli said, "If you must stab someone, be sensible about it and stab them in the back."