Holy Wow! --- Make your Own--pg.2

"The two most important days in your life were the day you were born and the day you find out why." Mark Twain

Holy Wow!! Shit's gettin' real!

I had originally planned on talking about Sacajawea, the young Indian girl who accompanied Lewis and Clark on the exploration of the Northwest territories, she had some excellent stories to tell. But life in the here and now is getting much more tenuous and this needs to be discussed, pronto!

You see, ladies are being attacked for their groceries when leaving the grocery store. These poor women are usually distracted, struggling with a bunch of bags, with her kids in tow. The perfect target. Next up is older women, easy peasy. Those that wish to take from you are looking for those that will not pose much resistance.  I am here to tell you it is only going to get worse from here on out. Every body will be a target! We have been comfortable for a very long time, actually to the point of complacency.

I have written about this before and was slammed for even suggesting it, but dear grand-daughters, I think we need to take a good hard look at our own self defense. Maybe my previous blog article was too early and the need hadn't ponied up with the lack of chaos back then like it is now. But chaos is taking over our lives.

Most of you have never faced danger of the kind happening around the world. I have. Actually, I have had several encounters with dangerous people during my life.  Growing up in a low rent neighborhood during the 1960's, these were the transition years of the Martin Luther King era. We were all trying to get a handle on our place in the world, then the Viet Nam War busted loose. Our world was turned upside down and shaken, hard.

My point here is that I know what I'm talking about, one of my scary encounters was when I was out walking alone. Two men grabbed me and try to stuff in me in their car when I was just 17 years old. I had not been paying attention to my surroundings. I felt comfortable at that moment and had let my guard down. Luckily, I was little and wirery and was able to get free and run off. This shit happens every day, just because it hasn't happen to you doesn't mean it never will. You need to protect yourself! You need to be ahead of the game. We are stepping into uncharted territory now. The world egg is cracking, God only knows what it will give birth to, what creature will emerge.

Dear grand-daughters, listen up. This is what you need to hear.

I am of Scottish ancestry on my mothers side. We are a tough lot, stout and thick boned. As we have learned in history class Scotland had its share of battles. There was even a time when swords and knives were made illegal to posses in Scotland because the Scottish were such fearsome and relentless fighters.  But as with everything there are winners and there are losers.

My dear creative ancient sisters weren't going to go down without a fight, however, when the battle was lost. (Might I suggest a trip into the history books and see what the victors of war did with their captors, especially the women.) The war and the struggled carried on, weapons carried by the peasants was outlawed by the King of England, and so risked death by hangman if caught by the authorities. The women of Scotland felt it better, however, to go down in battle or hanged, then bent over a table by the victors of the battle or the kings men.

http://www.darkknightarmoury.com/c-57-scottish-daggers.aspx

"This was a knife (Dirk) slightly larger than the Sgian Dubh and was carried in the upper sleeve of the jacket, under the left arm. It is believed that this is the same knife, Scottish women carried under the apron of her wraparound "kilted" skirt, along with her purse. Just as with men, they would have to carry their own eating utensil, and many a Scots woman had need for a weapon.  Therefore, let us remember, if a Scots woman carried a dagger (little knife) for eating or her own defense, it would probably be hidden in the folds of her gathered skirt. A pocket deep enough to accommodate the sheathed knife; (so as not to fall out) and well hidden from view; thus protecting her from search,  a Scottish woman would avoid being searched at all cost."

  http://www.gaelicthemes.net/index.php/articles/3-the-history-of-sgian-dubh

  

I am purposing that you, dear grand-daughter, find a small concealable knife and carry it with you whenever you are out and about. I carry a small knife in my purse at all times. When I am out in the yard I have a 6 inch blade on me. Actually, I use it in my gardening tasks, but hey, I have it on me always. 

I encourage you to learn how to handle a knife. Seek out someone who can offer instruction now before the shit gets really deep. Some ladies prefer to carry heat and that is even better if she knows how to handle it.  Train, train, train! Piss poor preparation means piss poor performance.

I expect to get nasty letters on this article again, but I'll risk it. We may feel safe in our little corner of the universe at the moment. Your daughters may live through things that we have yet to imagine.  Hold them close and teach them well. 

Oh, FYI. It became well known that many of Scotlands women carried a Sgian Dubh. And after word had made it's way through the rumor mill about the Scottish women and several actual stabbings, the kings men stopped abusing them for fear of being stabbed. 

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