No joke

I’ll tell you this – times they are a changin’, and you should be scared.

I was reading the news this morning and I came across another story involving Liko Kenney, followed up by more coverage of a half-assed robbery attempt on the outskirts of Manchester. What caught my attention today was that both of these stories involved individuals toting illegally-obtained – most likely illegal; I’ll give the benefit of the doubt – 45 caliber handguns.

Now, .45 is no joke. It’s not a gun anyone buys for target practice. It’s a stopping machine, just as prescribed by the US Army. It seems clear to me that the days of thugs toting 9mm weapons are long gone. With a 9mm, you stand some kind of chance of survival, providing it isn’t loaded with something nasty. Every little bastard now has a cannon, and cannon isn’t some euphemism for a .38 revolver that a 13 year old found in a dresser drawer. I mean a cannon. A gun that will only blow your shoulder off if the guy misses. I’ll tell you this. It’s not getting better for law enforcement. It’s getting worse. I don’t think I could do that job, and I’m damn thankful to those who can. Thankful doesn’t even describe it. I can’t even fathom the kind of balls it takes to be a LEO today.

Wow.