The second amendment was established to allow Americans to protect themselves from the government. It’s not about hunting, it’s not about foreign enemies. It’s about protection from a corrupt government.

DPS Troopers Sexually Assault Female Travelers

Have you heard this one?

Irving Women Sue State Troopers Over Roadside Body Cavity Search

I’ve always been one to give law enforcement officers below the rank of Captain the benifit of the doubt, but this one really looks undisputable.

This is not an unlawful search and seazuire. This is rape at the hands of the State.

The troopers involved deserve criminal incarceration and fines. Firing is way too lenient for rapists and those who conspire to commit rape.

We should learn the following lessons:

The agents of local, state, and federal government sometimes commit crimes and violate their oath to uphold the United States Constitution for the higher priority of revenue.

The TSA, ATF, FBI, and DEA are not the only government agencies that sometimes do poor screening and hire dumbasses or criminal minds.

Citizens should exercise their rights to defend themselves against unlawful search and seizure. I guarantee you if a person trys to put any part of themselves or any other object into one of my no-touchy places I’m going to react with extreme violence. A rapist is a rapist, whether they’re wearing a badge or a ski mask. If they attempt to go where no man has gone before on me I’m gonna do my level best to stop them, even if that means they die in the process.

Take this advice from a former law enforcement professional: Arm yourself at every opportunity. Most law enforcers are willing to make grave personal sacrifices to protect you and visit justice upon evil doers. But there are a few who are evil doers themselves, and no one can protect you from them but you.

Split Seconds from Death

Officer FrazierI woke up, feeling exhausted, every muscle in my body contracted and sore, as if I’d just come out of some epic physical struggle.

For a moment I was confused, then the nightmare I’d awakened from flooded back into my memory.

It was one of those dreams that didn’t depend on my imagination or some random firing of neurons that create fantasies and fiction while we sleep. It was a dream of real memories, a reliving of a few moments in time that were so intense I can recall them even in my waking hours and feel a hint of the panic and drive to survive that absorbed my entire being the night I caught Victor Laray Heath beating his girlfriend in an apartment parking lot.

I was on patrol doing my typical night shift search for burglars and drug dealers when the call came in. Dispatch said the “actor” (the politically correct word law enforcement had begun using to refer to suspects in those days) was in an apartment engaged in a family violence assault.

Normal protocol on family violence assaults was for a back-up to be sent immediately…officers were advised not to enter family violence environments alone if possible. Whoever called the incident in to 911 identified the “actor” as Victor Laray Heath.

No sooner had the dispatcher released the mic key than my sergeant’s voice came over the radio: “Fourteen [my badge number and radio ID], 10-0 on that subject…don’t know if you’ve dealt with him before, but I repeat, 10-0. Greenville [to dispatch], get another unit en route code three.”

It was one of hundreds of 10-0 (use extreme caution) radio signals I’d received over the years. I knew Victor Heath. He was about my age and had already done time.

He also was built like Mike Tyson.

Victor Heath mug shot

I wasn’t too concerned, though. The ruckus was reportedly occurring in a unit somewhere on the second floor and I figured by the time I parked my squad and located the right apartment my backup would be in the parking lot or right on my heels.

Unfortunately, as I pulled into the apartment complex the family violence incident had migrated from the apartment interior, down the stairs, and into the rows of parked cars. Victor had his girlfriend by the hair and was punching her about the face and upper body.

It wasn’t like I could circle the parking lot and wait for backup to arrive. With the strength and rage that was evident in Victor’s attack, it was apparent to me that his victim might sustain fatal injuries if he wasn’t stopped.

I threw the gear shift into park almost before the car stopped rolling. Grabbing my long police Streamlight flashlight I bolted out of the vehicle and ran toward Victor, hooking one arm through his as he drew his fist back for another punch at his screaming girlfriend.

He had been so focused on her he evidently had no idea I had arrived, and he spun around in surprise and jerked his arm free after I pulled him away from her.

For a moment he just stared wild-eyed at me, then he charged. He struck me directly in the chest with a balled up fist and I fell backward, heaving to regain the breath that had been knocked out of me. I scrambled to my feet as Victor hesitated for a second, then charged at me again.

I managed to sidestep the majority of his body-blow and shoved him toward the hood of my nearby squad car, wrapping my arms around him from behind to try to pin his hands down to his side. It was a stupid tactical move. Bigger, stronger, and faster than me, he easily wrenched his right arm free. He reached down and grabbed the grips of the .357 magnum in my side holster. He tried to pull the revolver free, breaking all my belt keepers loose and forcing my duty rig all the way up to my armpit.

Thank God for the Safariland security retention holster I’d bought only weeks before. It held and Victor couldn’t get my gun out of it. Desperately I clamped my right hand firmly over his on top of the gun and shoved downward with all my might. At the same time I lifted the Streamlight in my left hand and brought it crashing down over Victor’s skull. The thought flashed through my mind that I might have just killed him as he crumpled into a lifeless heap over the hood of my squad car.

About that time I heard tires squealing as Sgt. Bench came sliding Tokyo-drift style in to the parking lot. The back-up unit was right behind him and in moments they had the dazed perpetrator handcuffed and stuffed into the back of a patrol car.

I finished my shift that night. The next day I started experiencing chest pains and went to my doctor. Subsequent x-rays revealed that my sternum was cracked from the force of Victor’s punch the night before. I’d been wearing a Kevlar vest with a shock plate in it at the time; there’s no telling what additional damage might have been done otherwise.

Victor went back to prison for assault on a peace officer along with the recently enacted statute for “attempting to take a peace officer’s weapon”.

Several years later I had the pleasure of pulling him over and arresting him again on a parole violation warrant. That time he was the most polite, cooperative parolee I’d ever dealt with. The first words from his mouth as he exited the vehicle were, “Please don’t shoot me, Officer Frazier, I ain’t gonna do nothin’ this time,” then he went to the back of the car with hands in the air and assumed the frisk position without being asked.

The memory of that night comes back to me once in a while as I sleep, and I wake up thankful to be alive and well. I think that particular event returns in my sleep so often to remind me that no matter what else is going on in the business world, or the economy, or on the job, what ultimately matters is life and death and whether you’re prepared for each.

Most of the time the things we worry so much about have little or nothing to do with that.

Employee Parking Lot Gun Crime in Texas

September 1, 2011 marked the go-live date for the new Texas law barring employers from taking disciplinary action against employees for having concealed guns locked in their personal vehicles on company property.

Despite the claims of totalitarian government proponents and people with a tendency to believe fairy tales or who sport extreme IQ deficits, there have been no increases in work place violence since that date in the State of Texas.

In fact, work place violence will most likely trend downward over the next few years if anything, based on the overall downward trend of violent crime across the country in states that have issued concealed carry / right to carry laws over the last several years. See the image below? Guess which states are experiencing an increase in violent crime in opposition to the rest of the country?

Yep, the yellow ones and that single black one. Interesting that all the folks who always claimed that allowing citizens to carry handguns in public would lead to frequent shoot-outs in the streets and an increase in gun violence are strangely quiet now that reality has proven they were either idiots or liars.

Nationally, we are currently at a 36 year low in violent crime.

More freedom, more guns = less crime.

Can the dumb-ass in the White House understand that simple math? Apparently not.