The Fourth of July is almost upon us, and there are safety concerns.
There are rumblings from ISIS that they are trying to instigate their minions and the mindless “lone wolves” they influence to do bad things to Americans on Independence Day. Ratchet your alertness level up one notch at least, and be ready to protect yourself, and yours, and those around you.
In commentary on another blog entry here, one of our readers asked about safety tips on fireworks. If it’s being professionally done in your community, my advice is to stand well back away from the damn launchers. A rearward perspective will probably give you a better set of “oohs” and “aahs” when they burst in the sky anyway. But it will also keep you and your kids more out of range of anything that could go wrong. The worst such debacle I know of occurred when a Chinese sky torpedo, which proved to have been defective, exploded in its launch tube in Michigan. Death and dismemberment resulted.
Be really, REALLY careful about fireworks at home. I’ve trained multiple one-armed people in self-defense shooting, who needed that special attention because in their younger days they were careless with home-made fireworks and assorted other incendiary/explosive devices. We can all learn from their suffering.
With all that said, I’ll be making noise on the Fourth one way or the other. I’m in the process of writing a pre-trial report in a murder case, where I’ll be speaking as an expert witness called by the defense for a young woman who saved her life with a gun when a man attacked her with deadly force. That, obviously, takes precedence over fun. If the report is done as soon as I hope it will be, this weekend I’ll be shooting an IDPA match with good friends. If it isn’t, I’ll take some time off to get out on my own home range and do some trigger pulling, to commemorate the armed citizens of 18th Century America who preserved my right to do so.
For many years now, I’ve been in my beloved home country to celebrate the Fourth. In my younger days, with kids to support, I couldn’t teach classes on holidays so July 4 usually found me in another nation earning money for my wife and children. Most often – before their handgun ban of 1996, which must have made the longbowmen of Agincourt spin in their graves – that was in one or another part of Great Britain. When I spent the Fourth in the British Empire, I would flush a teabag down a toilet in commemoration of the Boston Tea Party…and my British brothers and sisters understood.
Have a great Independence Day. Stay safe!