Episode 120: Dudek, Where's Your Brain?

Since this morning, I ended up with yet another email from this guy. I was right the first time, I didn't know him and I'm nowhere near knowing him now. Still, even after two cease and desist emails, he goes on.

I'll take it point by point:

You call me a petulant child when you run around with a name like "Lord Genocyde"

Yeah, I do. Those that know me know the story behind the name and how it evolved. Those that don't (and act like this) don't get that story...ever.

ok, and you think that 9/11 was done by nuclear warheads,

I do? That's news to me. Damn, why didn't someone tell me that? I mean, had I known that I believed that, I'd have simply asked all of you to not listen to me...ever...for any reason because I'd have been aware that I was not looking at the facts on this thing. Wow!

ok, and as for you running? where are you going? im not chasing you, and im calm, I dont care,

I'm running? I'm wondering where I'm going myself. He's not chasing me? Then I have to wonder what those first two emails are all about and that first one didn't sound calm at all. If he doesn't care, I have to wonder why HE emailed ME?

and what are you going to do if I keep trying to contact you?

Not very attentive or perceptive is he. This question can be taken in the context of a provoking nature. Ever had that one kid in school that kept shoving you and whenever you asked them to stop they'd turn around and get in your face and ask, "Whatcha gonna do if I don't? Yeah, that's what I thought."

im not even doing anything wrong, soooo, maybe you need the help.

Not doing anything wrong? Issuing threats via email (not a very smart move in the least) acting as though I owe him something and then he can't even spell the contraction for "I am" and he's not doing anything wrong? Hmmm...

After pointing this out to him...this email followed:

You dont make any sense, i heard the phone conversation you had with troy, lost your head a little didnt you? Nasty temper, how do you keep listeners with a mouth like that? im appauled.

I suppose that, to the uneducated, I don't make any sense but he's bent out of shape over something that happened to someone else after only hearing HALF of it? An edited down version? And I need the help? Okay kid, sure.

I told him that if he wanted to discuss, debate or talk about it, fine but acting like a child wouldn't work. What I got just now was this:

you're a waste of time, lol i dont even know what were talking about, whatever. have a good show, i thought you were like an Alex Jones, you passed the test.

I pointed out to him that it was he who emailed me and not the other way around. I see he hasn't bothered reading my emails at all that specifically pointed out that he's not getting the full story, it's apparent he doesn't care after all. He doesn't care that the facts speak otherwise. He's going to follow a moron from Hurricane, West Virginia and threaten anyone who disagrees with that moron. Troy really got some loyal followers somewhere and it must have been from the dirty end of the genepool.

Episode 119: What The Fuck?

Normally, I get my share of people laying hate on me. I've gotten it through high school, at work, here in town, over messageboards, over the phone and now, through email.

Yesterday, I came home to find an email from a dudek.aaron@yahoo.com in my inbox which read as follows:

"You chicken sh*t bastard, you're all talk and no action
Im handing your ass to you BOO-YAH BITCH!"

Far be it from me to suddenly cower beneath my desk over a damn email, I sent two words back to him thinking that it had to be an email address that's been hacked for spamming purposes. The two words were "I'm Waiting" and this followed in reply as I was at the store getting food for lunch for work:

"Where do you live? and dont think im kidding, in fact, why dont you give me the number to your so called "Radio Station" and we can have a little chat."

I gave him the number to the studio and let him know I was recording for podcasts. I figured if he's stupid enough to threaten me by phone then he's even dumber than I thought. If he claims he doesn't know he's being recorded after I've told him via email then he's going to have his bohonkas handed to him instead of the other way around...in a legal sense, that is

Figuring he'd block his number, I did an email trace on him and found where he lived, his IP and which company is his Internet Provider

He still hasn't called figured he wouldn't.

Should he decide to come down here, he'll only be tired and out of gas.

Once I got to the point where I got bored with attempting to entertain myself online, I sent out some notices and turned up bupkiss on that. No one else knows this clown either. So, I sent another email to him, this time telling him his time was up. I was at the point where I no longer gave a shit what his problem was, this guy needed serious help. I departed and went to bed. Unlike this clown, I had work last night.

Here at there, throughout the night at work, I tried to place him. Maybe he got pissed off at my post entitled A Serious Discussion. Seems to be the most likely culprit. If he's that furious over something I had to say, then maybe it's true in his case. Perhaps I stepped on a nerve and ground into it with my heel like I do when I'm done with my cigarette. Perhaps some professional help of the psychiatric variety is in his future. At least, if it's not...it fucking should be. I was at a loss. I don't know the kid (he acts like a petulent child) and I don't owe him one more iota of my time.

So, I did what I'd normally do whenever faced with a situation like this. I lit another cigarette and decided not to worry about it. The way I have it figured, if he's been to this blog then he should know what he's getting himself into and if he doesn't, he should catch up on his reading. Apparently, I piss him off that much...that's power you can't buy.

I know what I'm planning on doing about the whole thing...nada. Fuck 'im. I've got a weekend of shit planned and none of them involve him. I did, however, get his cop out message this morning when I got home and it is as follows:

"First off, I have things to do with my life, other than sit in my moms basement and play with my radio, dont worry, you'll be getting a call, I will never say when."

*Yawn* I'm bored to tears already. I wrote a cease and desist email back and now, it's all on him. So far, the only one I've seen who's been all talk and no action is this clown.

Now, what to do, what to do? I've got a nice new BudK catalog to check out...think I'll start there.

Now Dawn't Go Ninjain' Nobody That Dawn't Need Ninjain'

Holy Shit I've Been Doing It All Wrong!!!

Episode 118: Why Are The Guns So Necessary?

Hello Friends! I got a response on my last post off blogger concerning my shotgun. The response was that of a friend marvelling over how big the gun was and questioning over it's legality.

Yes, it's legal. I purchased it at a local gun and pawn shop just after Ike. It's definitely one of my favorites. Living on the main drag of town, you would think my place would be safe...it is but it wasn't always so. I had to make it that way. Why? Well the last time my place was broken into, the cops left saying "If you hear anything, let us know." That pretty much means to me that defense of my home, property, kittehs and me was my responsibility. Okay, if it's up to me, I'm going to get dirty.

Up until then, I lived in the blissful world where "I don't need guns, training, weapons or a savage killer instinct...the cops can handle it!" I found out the hard way I was wrong. Check this out.

There's a book called Things You're Not Supposed To Know and this was Number 23:

THE POLICE AREN'T LEGALLY OBLIGATED TO PROTECT YOU

Without even thinking about it, we take it as a given that the police must protect each of us.

That's their whole reason for existence, right?

While this might be true in a few jurisdictions in the US and Canada, it is actually the exception, not the rule. In general, court decisions and state laws have held that cops don't have to do a thing to help you when you're in danger.

In the only book devoted exclusively to the subject, Dial 911 and Die, attorney Richard W. Stevens writes:

It was the most shocking thing I learned in law school. I was studying Torts in my first year at the University of San Diego School of Law, when I came upon the case of Hartzler v. City of San Jose. In that case I discovered the secret truth: the government owes no duty to protect individual citizens from criminal attack. Not only did the California courts hold to that rule, the California legislature had enacted a statute to make sure the courts couldn't
change the rule.

But this doesn't apply to just the wild, upside down world of Kalifornia. Stevens cites laws an cases for every state — plus Washington DC, Puerto Rico, the Virgin Islands, and Canada - which reveal the same thing. If the police fail to protect you, even through sheer incompetence and negligence, don't expect that you or your next of kin will be able to sue.

Even in the nation's heartland, in bucolic Iowa, you can't depend on 911. In 1987, two men broke into a family's home, tied up the parents, slit the mother's throat, raped the 16-year-old daughter, and drove off with the 12-year old daughter (whom they later murdered). The emergency dispatcher couldn't be bothered with immediately sending police to chase the kidnappers/murders/rapists while the abducted little girl was still alive. First he had to take calls about a parking violation downtown and a complaint about harassing phone calls. When he got around to the kidnapping, he didn't issue an all-points bulletin but instead told just one officer to come back to the police station, not even mentioning that it was an emergency.

Even more blazing negligence ensued, but suffice it to say that when the remnants of the family sued the city and the police, their case was summarily dismissed before going to trial. The state appeals court upheld the decision, claiming that the authorities have no duty to protect individuals.

Similarly, people in various states have been unable to successfully sue over the following situations:

􀀱when 911 systems have been shut down for maintenance

􀀱when a known stalker kills someone

􀀱when the police pull over but don't arrest a drunk driver who runs over someone later that night

􀀱when a cop known to be violently unstable shoots a driver he pulled over for an inadequate muffler

􀀱when authorities know in advance of a plan to commit murder but do nothing to stop it

􀀱when parole boards free violent psychotics, including child rapist-murderers

􀀱when felons escape from prison and kill someone

􀀱when houses burn down because the fire department didn't respond promptly

􀀱when children are beaten to death in foster homes

A minority of states do offer a tiny bit of hope. In eighteen states, citizens have successfully sued over failure to protect, but even here the grounds have been very narrow. Usually, the police and the victim must have had a prior "special relationship" (for example, the authorities must have promised protection to this specific individual in the past). And, not surprisingly, many of these states have issued contradictory court rulings, or a conflict exists between state law and the rulings of the courts.

Don't look to Constitution for help. "In its landmark decision of DeShaney v. Winnebago County Department of Social Services," Stevens writes, "the US Supreme Court declared that the Constitution does not impose a duty on the state and local governments to protect the citizens from criminal harm."

Now, that's scary enough but consider that laws are also passed by legislators in order to "Protect You And Me." Thinking they might have some ulterior motives yet?

All in all, as Stevens says, you'd be much better off owning a gun and learning how to use it. Even in those cases where you could successfully sue, this victory comes only after years (sometimes more than a decade) of wrestling with the justice system and only after you've been gravely injured or your loved one has been snuffed.

Okay, got that locked in? Good. I know it's a shock but consider how I had to learn it...the hard way.

As far as the gun's legality, it only becomes illegal if I modify the barrel by shortening it any more. Honestly, I wouldn't want it any shorter. If I need something with a shorter barrel, I'll go for my 9mm or my .38. I'm also an NRA member because it pays to be one. Look that one up and you'll see why.

Now, let me tell you something. There are all kinda megaguns you can go out there and buy and guess what? They may look scary but it's the bullets you're putting through them that matter, not that big scary gun you're using.


Meet The M-16 (That's the black gun) and the AK-47 (The other one). Samuel L. Jackson called a fully automatic AK-47 "The Baddest Machine Gun Ever Made. When you absolutely, positively GOT ta kill every mothafucka in the room...accept no substitutes."

Hold on, Sam. You know I love ya and your acting. You're a damn good tough guy to rival the likes of DeNiro and Pacino any day of the week but I have to let you in on a little secret. Both of them use the same round (.223 caliber...relatively small) and the AK-47 doesn't have half the jamming problem that the M-16 does. That's mainly due to the inner workings of the rifle, not the round. Now, with that lesson learned, let's examine what the difference is between an M-14 rifle (normal) and one with a pistol grip. Think about that for a second.

Know what the difference is yet? The cosmetic portions. even with a bipod on the rifle, there is no difference. It still fires a .223 round and it's still deadly. Still, anti-gun pundits want you believing that it's an "assault" weapon. Can you define that term "Assault Weapon?" While you're thinking on that, consider this and how dangerous that language is. My 9mm is an "assault" weapon. Why? Because the mere act of pointing it at someone is an act of assault with a deadly weapon. Pointing it at someone unloaded is aggravated assault. The point is that any gun can be labelled an assault weapon based on this terminology. Starting to see how this can transpire yet? The end result won't be good at all. The end result will always be ammunition. Go out and start shopping around and note how many different types of ammo there are and how many different guns can fire the same round.

Now that we have that established, I'd like to give you one more piece for consideration. Check out this ad on Craig's List that was recently spotted by the wife of one of our guys on the Self-Defense forums:

Date: 2009-01-06, 3:43AM EST

I was the white guy with the black Burrberry jacket that you demanded I hand over shortly after you pulled the knife on me and my girlfriend. You also asked for my girlfriend's purse and earrings. I hope you somehow come across this message. I'd like to apologize.
I didn't expect you to sh*t in your pants when I drew my pistol after you took my jacket. Truth is, I was wearing the jacket for a reason that evening, and it wasn't that cold outside. You see, my girlfriend had just bought me that Kimber 1911 .45 ACP pistol for Christmas, and we had just picked up a shoulder holster for it that evening. Beautiful pistol, eh? It's a very intimidating weapon when pointed at your head, isn't it?

I know it probably wasn't a great deal of fun walking back to wherever you'd come from with that brown stinking sludge flopping about in your pants. I'm sure it was even worse since you also ended up leaving your shoes, cellphone, and wallet with me. I couldn't have you calling up any of your buddies to come help you try to mug us again. I took the liberty of calling your mother, or "Momma" as you had her listed in your cell, and explaining to her your situation. I also bought myself some gas on your card. I gave your shoes to one of the homeless guys over by Vinnie Van Go Go's, along with all of the cash in your wallet, then I threw the wallet itself in a dumpster.

I called a bunch of phone sex numbers from your cell. They'll be on your bill in case you'd like to know which ones. Alltel recently shut down the line, and I've only had the phone for a little over a day now, so I don't know what's going on with that. I hope they haven't permanently cut off your service. I was about to make some threatening phone calls to the DA's office with it. Oh well.

So, about your pants. I know that I was a little rough on you when you did this whole attempted mugging thing, so I'd like to make it up to you. I'm sure you've already washed your pants, so I'd like to help you out. I'd like to reimburse you for the detergent you used on the pants. What brand did you use, and was it liquid or powder? I'd also like to apologize for not killing you and instead making you walk back home humiliated. I'm hoping that you'll reconsider your choice of path in life. Next time you might not be so lucky. If you read this message, email me and we'll do lunch and laundry. Peace!


- Alex

Episode 117: Attack of The McDojo Droids

It was really only a matter of time before it happened. Since I've been studying self-defense under the tutelage of former military guys, PPCT (Pressure Point Control Tactics) instructors and videos, books and the like, I had to know that there was going to be one of the McDojo Nerds coming out of the woodwork sooner or later.

Recently, I'd had a conversation with a new kid on the compound. Decent enough guy but the word was on the compound that this guy had been studying Tae Kwon Do, had the black belt, the trophies, the certs, won competitions and the like. Do I think he deserves those kinds of accolades? Well hell, he went, he saw, he won, they're his. Plain and simple. What do I think of this type of instruction? I'd take it even though it isn't really self-defense that would actually save you in the street if you were suddenly attacked by some vicious criminal thug.

Put simply, if someone is angrily coming at you with a baseball bat, are you going to immediately start searching for a glove and a ball and attempt to pitch to him? Hell no. Why would I want to use combative sport to deter or neutralize an attack? That doesn't make any damn sense.

If someone is coming at me with a sword, do you think I'm going to paint his portrait? Refer to the answer from the previous question if you really don't know. Again, attempting to neutralize an attack with a cultural fighting art does nothing but get you injured at best and the whole getting killed thing...well that doesn't exactly help does it?

While I think that Cultural Fighting Arts and Combative Sports are great for your health, I don't think they'll save you one bit during crunch time. Besides that, if you're in a bad situation, do you have two years? No, you have only seconds. So if what you are looking to learn takes two years to master and the problem child is what's motivated you to look for some type of actual self-defense training, you're already in trouble. Another thing, I'm not going to fight an attacker off with eastern philosophy. I'm not going to use my inner chi to shoot lightning from my ass at him and I'm not going to try to ward them off with quotes from Confucious. If you would like to try that, by all means...go ahead. I won't stand in your way.

Me and the new guy discussed what we liked about our respective studies and left it at that. That is, until something happened. The guy wouldn't even talk to me. He wouldn't come near me and he seemed to avoid me. No problem, I thought, until I finally got the word and it turned out to be far more than rumor.

Apparently, I'm a phony to him and all my education came strictly from the interwebz. Seems, after our conversation, he claimed that, not only did he win those competitions with all the other stuff I listed but he's also broken jaws, bones, etc.

Okay, so he's been in fights and he's busted people up. Nice.

Now my question...what's wrong with this picture? Was his belief in his McDojo so threatened by my training that suddenly, he has something to prove? Does he really NEED to be top dog that badly? If he wants the title, he can have it as far as I'm concerned because I'm not concerned at all.

Why? Well, much like anything else, if I hadn't had what formal training I was able to get (and my options are fairly limited) then I'm sure that my ass would have been in several slings if I was even lucky enough to get past the first two. What he thinks and what I know...worlds of difference there.

He got lucky enough to have some formal training. Great. He's got a resume' of cracking skulls. Okay. He's got lotsa belts and certs. Bravo.

When he shows me one of those that will save his ass, I'll let HIM teach ME. Until then...well?

If he really feels he has something to prove, I'm sure that, one day when I'm outta there, he'll have it all proven by then but until then, I'm sure he'll get over that.