OK, this is a true story, and it happened to me, last Friday.
I drove 25 miles to my home on the edge of the city we call San Diego. I live in an unincorprated area that is a mixture of old houses, tract homes, sleazy apartments and ranches of 1 acre and up. It's rural town-land with egg ranches, dairies, and equestrian centers with other stuff, and right up against the mountains. I am right in the center of this "town" area. It's a little on the tough side, known for Hells angels, Tweekers and skinheads in our county.
As I getting out of my car, which I park on a spot that is on my property, but on the edge of the street. What do I hear? Breaking glass! I look over and there is this "punk kid" breaking bottles in the street, right across from me.
I say " Hey! Please don't do that! Somebody's going to have to clean it up! The punk drops his bottles and trucks on over to where I am unloading stuff from the car and challenges me with a "what the fuck are you going to do about it, Ese? Fuck you you pussy!" So I'm Like Ok, That's not what I expected, and realizing he's not a kid at all but a Vato with prison tats all over him. So I say to him calm down pal I'm not dising you, just asking you to stop throwing your trash where I live. He goes on with "Well I know where you live fucker and you messed with the wrong guy and I'm going to fuck you up and burn your house!" That was too much. I am unarmed and getting pissed now and I tell him. So you are going to threaten me and my family? You just need to get out of here now. And he comes back with "Pussy and something like Get on your knees and beg me to leave"
OK, now I'm done. I tell him where he can stick it and he takes a swing at my face, and connects with my right eye. and then jumps back about 6 feet. It's glancing but I am wearing glasses so I get them knocked off my face and broken and get what turns out to be 3 cuts from the frame. SNAP! The switch in the back of my head clicks and I go into action. I jump forward and come down on him like a load of bricks, pop him really hard on the temple with my right fist, knock him to the pavement trip and fall on top of him. While I'm there, I slam his head on the pavement a few rimes and knee him in the kidney. I then roll off the top and jump up onto my feet. Mr. Vato is lying in his blood, shakes his head, looks at me and says "Why you do me like that?" So I start yelling Get up you asshole You threaten me in front of my house and you expect me to roll over? I'm going to kill you!!!
Fortunately (for him) all of my skinhead neighbors and the good ones from across the street are out there by now and keep me from killing him. They separate us and the punk goes into a tirade about how he is going to kill me, my family, my dogs... Burn the house down, Etc. The skinheads are telling him to get out of here (Because they don't want the sheriff to interfere with their meth sales) My buddy Gary says go back to your place and we will get the punk to leave. Anyhow the punk won't leave and he keeps screaming and follows me back to the house with I know where you live and I am going to be back which I respond to with Go right ahead and come on in, I have a lot of buckshot for you, pick up my cell and call the Sheriff. As soon as I do that, Mr. Vato Takes off. About 3 minutes later The deputies show up, I give them a description and they go looking. He's gone though...
So know I am left with a Punk Chicano gang banger, Obvious Ex-con that has threatened My life, my7 families life, and my property, in front of 10 or 12 witnesses and the sheriff says "sorry, nothing we can do".
Maybe he won't come back. I beat him down bad, he is going to have scars and definitely knows I won't back down and won't be pushed. And I have very watchful neighbors. I am a little sore as he did get one elbow into my ribs, skinned myself on the pavement, split my left thumb punching him, and tore the tendons in my right elbow beating him like he deserved...
So who thinks I have the right to shoot his ass if he is on my property? Outside, I mean. Of course I have the right if he breaks in, but I don't want him past my driveway. What would you have done differently?
Discuss?
I drove 25 miles to my home on the edge of the city we call San Diego. I live in an unincorprated area that is a mixture of old houses, tract homes, sleazy apartments and ranches of 1 acre and up. It's rural town-land with egg ranches, dairies, and equestrian centers with other stuff, and right up against the mountains. I am right in the center of this "town" area. It's a little on the tough side, known for Hells angels, Tweekers and skinheads in our county.
As I getting out of my car, which I park on a spot that is on my property, but on the edge of the street. What do I hear? Breaking glass! I look over and there is this "punk kid" breaking bottles in the street, right across from me.
I say " Hey! Please don't do that! Somebody's going to have to clean it up! The punk drops his bottles and trucks on over to where I am unloading stuff from the car and challenges me with a "what the fuck are you going to do about it, Ese? Fuck you you pussy!" So I'm Like Ok, That's not what I expected, and realizing he's not a kid at all but a Vato with prison tats all over him. So I say to him calm down pal I'm not dising you, just asking you to stop throwing your trash where I live. He goes on with "Well I know where you live fucker and you messed with the wrong guy and I'm going to fuck you up and burn your house!" That was too much. I am unarmed and getting pissed now and I tell him. So you are going to threaten me and my family? You just need to get out of here now. And he comes back with "Pussy and something like Get on your knees and beg me to leave"
OK, now I'm done. I tell him where he can stick it and he takes a swing at my face, and connects with my right eye. and then jumps back about 6 feet. It's glancing but I am wearing glasses so I get them knocked off my face and broken and get what turns out to be 3 cuts from the frame. SNAP! The switch in the back of my head clicks and I go into action. I jump forward and come down on him like a load of bricks, pop him really hard on the temple with my right fist, knock him to the pavement trip and fall on top of him. While I'm there, I slam his head on the pavement a few rimes and knee him in the kidney. I then roll off the top and jump up onto my feet. Mr. Vato is lying in his blood, shakes his head, looks at me and says "Why you do me like that?" So I start yelling Get up you asshole You threaten me in front of my house and you expect me to roll over? I'm going to kill you!!!
Fortunately (for him) all of my skinhead neighbors and the good ones from across the street are out there by now and keep me from killing him. They separate us and the punk goes into a tirade about how he is going to kill me, my family, my dogs... Burn the house down, Etc. The skinheads are telling him to get out of here (Because they don't want the sheriff to interfere with their meth sales) My buddy Gary says go back to your place and we will get the punk to leave. Anyhow the punk won't leave and he keeps screaming and follows me back to the house with I know where you live and I am going to be back which I respond to with Go right ahead and come on in, I have a lot of buckshot for you, pick up my cell and call the Sheriff. As soon as I do that, Mr. Vato Takes off. About 3 minutes later The deputies show up, I give them a description and they go looking. He's gone though...
So know I am left with a Punk Chicano gang banger, Obvious Ex-con that has threatened My life, my7 families life, and my property, in front of 10 or 12 witnesses and the sheriff says "sorry, nothing we can do".
Maybe he won't come back. I beat him down bad, he is going to have scars and definitely knows I won't back down and won't be pushed. And I have very watchful neighbors. I am a little sore as he did get one elbow into my ribs, skinned myself on the pavement, split my left thumb punching him, and tore the tendons in my right elbow beating him like he deserved...
So who thinks I have the right to shoot his ass if he is on my property? Outside, I mean. Of course I have the right if he breaks in, but I don't want him past my driveway. What would you have done differently?
Discuss?
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Re: How I spent Friday evening: Or, should I shoot the bastard?
Mon, April 7, 2008 - 6:52 PMGet some people you trust to help you watch out for this vato and his gang members. pay attention to both cars moving too slow in your neighborhood and the sound of sudden accelleration. Tell everyone in your family the same thing. Remember the classic tactics of the gang punks and set up defenses against them. Of you can set up a motion detecting video camera you can be sure to get pics of him and his cronies and their license plates. he sounds like a gutless punk but coward sulk and ponder and look for an opportunity. I think you made a bad tactical mistake. You told him you own at least one gun. So he may wait for you to leave and break in to see if he can find that and anything else he can steal. -
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Re: How I spent Friday evening: Or, should I shoot the bastard?
Mon, April 7, 2008 - 8:13 PMWho wants to deport illegal mexican immigrants? Look at the fine quality of character that these OUTLAWS are bringing into our homeland, and the appreciative, patriotic neighbor-friendly ethics they teach to their *technically legal* offspring!!
That's frustrating, Bad Dawg... I agree with Curtiss, nobody with questionable intent should know about your guns until you draw and pull the trigger. Those ''property protected by Smith&Wesson'' stickers are a really huge tactical mistake and more of a liability than a deterrent.
Hopefully you live on a very small side-road or cul-de-sac to make it easier to keep an eye out for unusual traffic. IF there's to be any retalliation, it's going to be preceeded by at least one slow pass-by while Your little Bean friend is showing the rest of the burrito the house of 'that mean man who hurt me and made me mad'.... Stay close with your neighbors, if they're druggies they're going to keep a pretty level bead on local traffic... ask people to keep an eye out for low-riders that don't belong.
If I were you I'd certainly be on edge for a few days, although I think the chances of retaliation are pretty slim, you didn't come after him with anything more than he deserves, and somewhere inside, he knows it even if he hates you for it. If you had come after him with a ton of extra hate, escalating faster than he did, I'd say look out...but if you're just not taking shit from him, he'll cool down. I'd say if nothing happens by the passing of next weekend, you're in the green. He'll have made a new enemy by then and you'll fall farther and farther down on the list.
And sorry for the racism... Actually, no I'm not sorry in the least. If it helps some people to know I'm somewhat of an 'anchor baby' and my mom jumped the fence, I have no idea why in some books it becomes okay to diss on a group if you're part of it, but there ya go. I have a family-borne affinity for hispanics, and I love to see the ones who are working hard to embrace and appreciate the american dream they came here for, and are really trying to make their contributive mark in society... Conversely I have nothing but the worst contempt for people who disrespect their own culture and especially ours, especially when we are graciously hosting them with our nation of opportunity. No ammount of racism or contempt is too much for them. -
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Tue, April 8, 2008 - 9:26 AMYou all have a good read on this and it's well along the lines of what I am thinking. I hope I didn't come across as racist myself. I have Mexicans and Filipinos in the family. As well as my grandfather was a Dachau survivor. I have a heck of a lot more problems with the skinheads than anybody else in my neighborhood. On the other hand, they kind of seem like a good watchdog at the moment. This guy was out of place. We have a large latino population, but it's the skins that control this territory.
As for this yahoo getting into my house, or to my supplies... First he has to get over a wall, then a rather ornery Chow Chow that always bites intruders. Then through steel bars over all windows and doors. Then, he has to deal with a gun safe. A good one. All of that with nosy neighbors across the street that will call the Sheriff. And since this happened I put a wireless cam in front that's watching the gates and will pop the monitor in my bedroom.
I'm more concerned with the whole drive-by issue. I have a brick front on the house, but still have a great big picture window. I am hoping that my show of backbone will be enough for him to not see me as an easy target, and his getting to draw a little blood enough to have saved face in front of the skins. -
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Tue, April 8, 2008 - 10:50 PMHere's another great piece of advice.... Don't live on the west coast, especially in a segregated area full of pent-up secular and racist tensions Just WAITING for an excuse for anarchy! Sounds like you're practicaly in the epicenter of what will one day be one of the more major post-apocalyptic blood-bath zones! -
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Wed, April 9, 2008 - 9:18 AMWell that I don't agree with. It's actually a nice little town with a reputation because of a few idiots. Excellent schools, and 80 year old rodeo grounds, and affordable housing on decent size pieces of land. Other parts of southern California are in much worse shape, in fact anybody in any big city is probably worse off. There is commercial food production within a mile of my house, I am on the edge of a wilderness area, and I have easy access to get out to go to my fall-back place, if it really does go south.
I am much less likely to believe that we will ever be to the point of total anarchy in this country. The Government is too entrenched to let that happen. Now an Earthquake that disrupts everything like what happened in New Orleans... That I could totally see happening. And that is what I prepare for. -
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Wed, April 9, 2008 - 11:18 AMMy wife's family is currently out in Fallbrook. If you're anywhere out in the boonies like Duluth or Pala, I guess you'd be pretty safe for a while. Of course, most of North County is within a couple hundred feet of sea level, most of it being half that altitude... and nobody needs to remind you about the fires and earthquakes. I'm just a bit spoilt with my sparsely populated nooks in the rockies. I lived in oceanside for a couple of years, and I often wondered what the hell I would do in a bug-out emergency, whether the ocean was out to get me or the social climate got unstable for some reason... I didn't like being at a relative loss for a safe evacuation plan, aside from 'get on the motorcycle and 'run like hell,'' which is my current 'Plan D', definitely not the best first recourse of action haha -
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Wed, April 9, 2008 - 11:38 AMLakeside is where I am. It's 25 miles+/- from the briny deep, and about 400 foot elevation. The fire last year got within 7 miles. The 2003 fire burned to within a mile, but that is a great defensive line for fires, and if it actually crossed that mile of housing, it would then have to jump a lake.
Earthquake is the scary one. When the lights go out and the gas is turned off, and the roads are buckled... That's not a pretty thing. I think I am going to build some "Rock proof" storm shutters for the front of the house...
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Re: How I spent Friday evening: Or, should I shoot the bastard?
Fri, April 11, 2008 - 3:17 PMSound's to me like you handled yourself pretty good. I'd stay locked an loaded in case he come's back with his buddies. That's how those gangster's are. Plus, I would move to the midwest and get away from that environment.
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Fri, April 11, 2008 - 3:58 PMI am a relocated San Diegan. Glad I got out of there, one of my kids is in the Navy in San Diego from what he tells me it doesn't sound like the place I grew up.
How many horses you got Brent? -
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Fri, April 11, 2008 - 4:04 PMI have 3 right now. Since the horse prices crashed I dont move alot through here anymore. -
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Fri, April 11, 2008 - 6:08 PMI don;t think I am looking for anymore but if a good deal pesents itself, who knows. -
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Fri, April 11, 2008 - 10:24 PMYou can get a decent riding horse for 250. Feeding them is what cost money. -
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Sat, April 12, 2008 - 6:41 AMYaY! The discussion is drifting to horses! YaY!! YaY!!!!
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Sat, April 12, 2008 - 6:53 AMReading and grining, yet again. -
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Sat, April 12, 2008 - 7:10 AMMornin', Curtiss... -
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Sat, April 12, 2008 - 8:22 AMBack at ya, Mon petit Malveillant l'un -
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Sat, April 12, 2008 - 10:09 AM15.60 a hundred for 12% here, hay is 30 for a big bale. The grass is comin' on so they should be off of hay in a week or two. Got all my horses down in the woodlot to give my pastures a good start.
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Re: How I spent Friday evening: Or, should I shoot the bastard?
Sat, April 12, 2008 - 12:46 PMI can talk about horses all day. But yeah, Shoot the bastard. -
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Sat, April 12, 2008 - 1:53 PMBetter yet shoot him as you ride by on a horse. -
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Sat, April 12, 2008 - 8:07 PMThe more research I do, the more I'm leaning toward a sturdy little mustang. I'll get a stallion and feed him good to try to get that extra hand in height. Probably pick up a wild burro and train him to pack. I can get a mustang foal for $125 any day of the week here, and a burro for $75 from the BLM
Oh yea...shoot the bastard. then ride past him on a burro. it would add comic to insult for a mexican to be shot by a drive-by mexican coffee-mascot. -
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Sat, April 12, 2008 - 8:25 PMYou cant go wrong with a mustang. Tough feet, sturdy bones. The only problem with adopting a mustang is he probably isnt broke to ride. The going rate around here for horse training is about 75 a week. If you dont want to ride him yourself. Let me know when you get one. when I go on my yearly canoe trip on the verde in arizona I'll cruise up to utah and ride him a couple of day's for you. Give you a little coaching and you'll be alright.
Shoot the bastard!! Bad Dawg hasnt posted anything lately. Geeze, I hope the MS 13 gang didnt get him. -
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Re: How I spent Friday evening: Or, should I shoot the bastard?
Mon, April 14, 2008 - 10:44 AMIt's been 10 days and the little bastard has not been back. I tend to think I am "in the clear" as far as retaliation goes. Something tells me Mr. Vato is a "minute man" in bed too, and can't concentrate long enough to get anything done. I am plenty ready for him though... No horses in my current situation. The next place will be big enough though to have larger livestock. -
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Mon, April 14, 2008 - 11:29 AMYou want a low maintenance horse go with the mustang. My personal saddle horse is a 9 year old mustang gelding. The only problem with him is I can't put him in a pasture, you will play hell catching him again, so I keep him in a corral or in grazing hobbles. He has never had a horse shoe on him and he always looks just like he came from the farrier. Never has bucked, or shown any other bad manners. -
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Mon, April 14, 2008 - 6:16 PMYea I think I gotta get a mustang in the next year or two... My landlord is so cool, I'm sure he'd let me keep a horse on the property but I don't know about the zoning laws here... Plus I don't have the scratch to build a coralle.
Mustang first, then when I have the whole 'equine' thing figured out, I'll get a little burro and teach him how to pack and follow. Perfect setup.
I'll ride the open west, shooting Vato Bastards wherever I find them breaking bottles in my American streets. -
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Tue, April 15, 2008 - 5:07 AMWe don't have zoning laws here, one of the things that attracted me to this place. As long as you don't cook meth and pay your property taxes every year the county pretty much leaves you to your self.
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Re: How I spent Friday evening: Or, should I shoot the bastard?
Tue, April 15, 2008 - 10:59 AMI would not expect anything as grand as the vato promised. Gang bangers are cowards deep down. Most likely he'll get drunk one night, driveby and throw a few shots into your house. Then he'll go home and get a new tatoo to commemorate it.
Why in the fuck do you live in that neighborhood?
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Tue, April 15, 2008 - 9:07 PMBad dog you're such a puss. Why didnt you drag that fucker inside and snuff him? You let him run away without cleaning up the glass? Throw that fuckhole INTO the glass, dance the macarena on his balls in broken glass. He'll never want to tell anyone how he was bitched in the street in front of a buncha skinheads and a white guy.
Keep a cleaver hanging right inside the door, out of sight, but right where you can grab it if you ever need to drag some fuck into the house away from all those witnesses. Go with the butcher's size, those cute little one pound cleavers are cute but just don't sever the spinal column. Things get messey that way.
