Courtesy of the Powerline folks comes this Ammo Grrrl story:
Long before the COVID-19 Panic, I had a dread fear of not being able to feed my loved ones. Once in San Francisco when our son was a baby, there was some sort of long-forgotten dairy panic and all the milk disappeared from the shelves of the grocery stores. Or at least the one I could walk to since we didn’t own a car.
One barefooted dirty hippie girl had just finished loading all twelve remaining gallons into her cart. I said, “Look, I have a six-month old. I breast-feed him, but I need the milk for me to make the milk. May I please have just one? You will still have eleven.” She refused. She said she didn’t even have kids and just planned to scalp it to other desperate people. I said, “Well, you haven’t paid for that yet, so if you are going to be a [several bad words], I will just take one then.”
And so I did. She screamed in outrage and, frankly, shock, but there were no cameras in stores yet, so what could she do? She briefly considered fighting for it, but thought better of it. I mean, what kind of scary lunatic takes stuff out of another woman’s cart? Without so much as a Swiss Army Knife? Better to cut your losses and move on.
Coffee, meet nostrils. Best part is that because Hippie Chick hadn’t paid for the stuff yet, it wasn’t technically hers — cameras or not — so anyone could have done that to her.
It’s funny how the hippies never seem to realize that without a power equalizer (e.g. a 1911), you’ll always be at the mercy of someone stronger than you are.
Someone stronger and bigger. They don’t realize that they may not be able to summon someone stronger and bigger and anointed with the fairy dust of government to come save them in a manner timely enough to please them. The police are there to solve crimes and apprehend the wrongdoers. Any protection of the citizenry is a happy accident.