Having A Good Partner Is Very Important! · Life in Da City!

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Long ago, and far away, I was FDASL © in Da City. On EMS, when I was partnered with Doug, things were generally smooth, as he was a great partner, had his head in the game, and we worked well together. In addition, he was a genuinely nice guy.

We took turns medic-ing, and driving. One night, Doug was driving, and I was doing patient care. Well, TINS ©, Doug and I were out on a scene, with a gentleman who was some variety of sick. For some reason, now lost in antiquity, this soul felt compelled to deliver an oration on the subject of The History Of Oppression Of People Of Color (such as himself), By The Blue Eyed Devil (that would be me).

He had pretty much completed the review of Prehistory, The Roman Empire and Oppression, and was beginning the preliminary discussion of Black Folks Being Oppressed In The Middle Ages, when he stopped for a breath. Turning to my partner, himself of The African Persuasion, our patient invited him to participate in my education. “Ain’t that right, Bro?”

Doug looked at this person, as if he had just discovered a new species of insect, and responded. “Sir, ya know, if I were you, I’d speak a little more nicely to my partner, here. Me, I think you’re an asshole, and just as soon as my partner has had enough of your shit, well, we’re out of here.”

My tutor turned to me, goggle eyed. I smiled, and (just as if I really meant it) I said, “Uh, sir? Weren’t you just about to tell us what sort of sick you were, and whether you wanted us to take you to the hospital?”

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Protect and Serve

Lawdog nails it.

https://thelawdogfiles.blogspot.com/2018/03/meditations-on-death.html

READ THIS.

Mr. Dog understands Duty, and Honorable actions. A week or two ago, I heard a police officer interviewed on the radio, talking about law enforcement response to active shooters.  It went something like this: You hear bad noises.  Go to where the noises are coming from, and make it all stop. Period.

After Sandy Hook, within my family we discussed What Should We DO? I looked at my wife, she looked at me, and we agreed:  armed hall monitors, like in Israel.  I was asked, “How are the schools supposed to afford that?”

We answered, “Well, for 4 days a week, when she and I are not at work, my grandchildrens’ school will not have to worry about that expense. ”

“Do you think you will kill an armed intruder, intent on shooting students?”

My answer, “I sure as hell hope so! In any event, said intruder will have something to worry about, other than which is the next helpless victim.  I am confident I’ll fuck up his attack plan.”

I was told, “You’ll simply get yourself killed.”

My reply:  “That is possible, may be likely.  Can I not measure up to the courage of the teacher who died, sheltering other people’s children, with her own body? If I fix him in place long enough for the responding officers to END HIM, will my death have been in vain?”

Could it be, that my wife and I are the only parents/grandparents/neighbors who would volunteer for such duty?

I cannot believe that.

Mrs. Clinton’s child was protected, in school, by men with guns.

Mr. and Mrs. Obama’s children were protected, in school, by men with guns.

They are not alone.  Politicians’ children are protected by men with guns. (d)s, as well as (r)s.

Are not your children, your grandchildren, as worthy of protection as theirs? As anyone’s?