The title refers to a feeling.
How do you get this feeling?
Get this phone call:
Ex-wife: You need to get to the school now.
Me: Why?
Ex-wife: Someone just tried to take Daughter from the playground.
Nothing convinces you that someday you may have a very real need to put a .45-caliber plug in someone's sick desires than THAT phone call. Do you know how many times you can violently kill someone in your imagination in the course of a 20-minute drive? I don't care about this scumbag's rights, I don't care about due process, I don't care about his late night sneaky uncle growing up. As far as I'm concerned, every registered sex offender in a several-mile radius is a suspect, and I could give a rat's ass about "quiet enjoyment". If you're a social liberal, you are hereby invited to stop reading my blog 4 sentences ago.
Daughter was on the school playground, but somewhat away from the rest of the kids. A guy approached her from behind a tree and told her to come with him. She made a beeline for her teacher and reported it. She said she was too scared to remember her Tae Kwon Do self-defense forms, but it sounds like he didn't get within grabbing range (still unclear on how close he got), so it's time to reinforce to her that getting away is always the goal, and she shouldn't reduce the distance between herself and a stranger just to get a good kick in.
I'm guessing it'll be a long time before she separates from the herd again. Still, all the talking and training has done it's job. She did exactly the right thing, even if she's a little frustrated that she didn't stick around long enough to get a good look at the guy.
Suddenly, there aren't nearly enough cameras watching us. I want this asshole's face on tape, and I want him off the streets. But first, I want 30 seconds to impress upon him just how little I care about going to jail for gunning his ass down if he were to hurt my daughter.
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