My eye looks like that. I was walking around Lake Nokomis 3 days ago[Tue] when a young male w/ a pipe hit me while riding his bike, almost knocking me out. I have a black eye, and several cuts. No concussion. I've had two in my life. Head wounds bleed like hell, but no stitches needed.
A great woman citizen followed the guy for a bit and called it in, returning to me to assist. Paramedics and cops were great. A veteran cop told me Minneapolis is Thunderdome w/ many fewer cops than 8 months ago. Spent all day in the ER. CT scan negative. I've dealt w/ the dark side for 40 years so I'm not shocked. I'm really angry. The shitbird circled back, laughed and called me a "faggot" as I kneeled on the ground. Cops were flying around doing a grid search. But, like I told the cop on the scene, the shitbird had a knit cap and mask so I can't ID him. He confirmed what I knew as soon as masks became required. That ID is near impossible.
Having gone through PTSD previously over a shooting, I know the signs. EMDR got me through the last episode. I hope therapy will not be needed again. I hesitated to write about this. I don't do it for sympathy, but therapy. I need to get it out. I don't like to talk about it but writing is easier. I went to do a followup w/ my regular doc. Concussion symptoms often don't appear until the next day. He is pretty liberal but told me he and his wife are getting conceal/carry.
Dude, that is awful. Hope you do okay, and PTSD is nothing to be trifled with. Concussions are bad. Closed head brain injuries can kill, so have someone keep an eye on you. As for CCL - well, you know the deal, better to have that and not need it than the inverse.
And that is just another reason I hate masks, as if I needed one.
One more thing - move away. That is all. No place is worth staying in if it has changed that much. It's better to savor the memories in a peaceful place where you can still have memories.
Thanks Sixty. The last PTSD was a non physical encounter..fired upon by a shotgun wielding illiterate, alcoholic, cheesehead. As I sit here now, this incident doesn't seem as traumatic. I was cold cocked and mocked, but I didn't fear for my life. But, I know the signs. As the shitbird doubled back, even in my daze, I thought for a second of horse collaring him from behind if I could catch up w/ him. But I'm just out of a sling from rotator cuff surgery. I would want both arms in a street fight.
This will not stop me from walking. I was in an upscale "safe" neighborhood. I surmise that's why cops were so responsive. I was on a stretch of road just off the lake, where there are fewer scared cats walking 15 feet around you wearing masks. I will stick closer to the lake where there are always people, or maybe just stay in my and adjacent suburbs. Hell, we just moved here 4 years ago. San Diego in the winter is now much safer than here.
nd, so sorry to hear about this. Please keep checking in and letting us know you're on the mend. I know all too well that if you're living in the blue swamp it's only a matter of time before a crime is committed against you and goes unpunished either through pure dumb criminal luck or progressive bullshit excuses.
Amartel, thanks. Minneapolis is in free fall. Car jackings[fuckin' 1980's crime] are rampant. My dear bride took photos of my injuries "for the prosecutor"..bless her optimistic heart.
Sixty, I have a Glock .40. I was going to get a CC in Wisconsin, then we moved up here in 2016. I think I will get a MN one now. Memorial Day 2020 marked the beginning of the end in Minneapolis.
I know nothing of such things, Spins, just what friends tell me. After all, the first rule of concealed carry is to never talk about concealed carry. It's like fight club in that regard.
There is a link to Chip's food blog on the frontpage of this blog, Darcy - you can find his work over there. Being a food blog it is somewhat food-centric.
Damn Nick, I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you heal up soon.
We were in downtown St Petersburg FL a few days after the ferals harassed diners at outside tables. I kept my eyes on a shitbird carrying a skateboard but he was behaving himself at the time. It was mid-afternoon so no cover of darkness nor "safety" in numbers at the time.
That scares me, nd. If it can happen to a street wise guy like you then it could happen to me. I hope this doesn't turn into an Antifa version of the knockout game, cowardly surprise attacks for which there is no defense other than not being there. Minneapolis isn't the city I knew in 1963, my first stop after leaving the farm. What a fun place it was. Sorry to hear of the news coming from there anymore.
Some Seppo and Dad, Thanks for your kind thoughts. I walk a lot. I have a habit developed from working in the hoods of KC and Chicago. I use it no matter where I am. I always make eye contact w/ males. It's not aggressive eye contact, it's confident eye contact. And if the eye contact is reciprocated, I say hello. That's what happened here. But, all I could see were his eyes. He didn't greet me back verbally, but did maintain eye contact. Then as he slowly drove by he clocked me. I saw the metal but it was used quickly.
I'm doing fine. I just got back from my daily walk and went to the same Lake Nokomis. I'm letting the anger go. I was taught to shake off losses and keep moving forward. I'm blessed for that. I have adjusted my awareness. I consider myself in the hood, even when I'm in upscale neighborhoods. My eye contact is now assertive...elevated from confident. Defcon2.
It took me a while to find the "not hot chicks" tag and link it to the "still hot" comment while wondering if hotness is a feature or a bug in women over 65?
While I lost whatever hotness I had years ago, and am no longer able to run anywhere, I was pleased to have had the desire to vote this year, along with the physical ability to do so and the mental capacity to clearly discern which of the candidates best represented the values I hold most dear.
ND, I'm sorry that happened to you and am grateful you lived and are here to tell about it, in keeping with the "better out than in" mandate mentioned before from your mom.
What's most disconcerting to me is the deliberate randomness involved, with the perp's icy cold yet burning hot act of violence betraying and breaking social contract without hint, warning or understandable reason, pedaling in out of the blue and then circling back to attempt a more personal blow. It's good you have people who've loved you through past trauma and difficulties to stand alongside now as you process through the different levels that might be involved with this hit job from nowhere.
Mama, The response from citizens and professionals is what I choose to remember. There was random violence and kindness, all in a short span. When the guy doubled back I was still on my knees. I sense he thought about another swipe but I was too aware. You see, a person on a bike is really vulnerable to attack. So, the chuckle and "faggot" was his second blow, as you point out. I made it a point to tell the cops he called me "faggot." I felt no compulsion telling them I was hetero. Interesting question is, can the shitbird be charged w/ a hate crime if I'm not gay? Personally, I don't think there should be hate crimes.
I'm going to get the police report and the name of the wonderful and sharp woman and send her some Garrett's popcorn from Chicago. Best I've ever eaten. The Chicago mix[caramel and cheese] is like crack.
Thanks, Mama. My granddaughter came over today and was scared of my face. That broke my heart and stoked some of the anger. But, she quickly adjusted as did I.
Troop, I live in a safe suburb. But I like walking in the city and will not back down. Walked the same route twice now. Just more aware. In bad weather I walk in the Mall of America, 10 minutes away. I hate mall walking, but I do it.
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If I read that picture correctly Lawnboy only had to tell Annie once before she obeyed.
The woman looks like a great aunt of mine on the Scotch/Irish side.
Rudy has told Lou Dobbs there are enough fraudulent votes in PA and MI to hand Trump the election.
We'll see.
My eye looks like that. I was walking around Lake Nokomis 3 days ago[Tue] when a young male w/ a pipe hit me while riding his bike, almost knocking me out. I have a black eye, and several cuts. No concussion. I've had two in my life. Head wounds bleed like hell, but no stitches needed.
A great woman citizen followed the guy for a bit and called it in, returning to me to assist. Paramedics and cops were great. A veteran cop told me Minneapolis is Thunderdome w/ many fewer cops than 8 months ago. Spent all day in the ER. CT scan negative. I've dealt w/ the dark side for 40 years so I'm not shocked. I'm really angry. The shitbird circled back, laughed and called me a "faggot" as I kneeled on the ground. Cops were flying around doing a grid search. But, like I told the cop on the scene, the shitbird had a knit cap and mask so I can't ID him. He confirmed what I knew as soon as masks became required. That ID is near impossible.
Having gone through PTSD previously over a shooting, I know the signs. EMDR got me through the last episode. I hope therapy will not be needed again. I hesitated to write about this. I don't do it for sympathy, but therapy. I need to get it out. I don't like to talk about it but writing is easier. I went to do a followup w/ my regular doc. Concussion symptoms often don't appear until the next day. He is pretty liberal but told me he and his wife are getting conceal/carry.
Dude, that is awful. Hope you do okay, and PTSD is nothing to be trifled with. Concussions are bad. Closed head brain injuries can kill, so have someone keep an eye on you. As for CCL - well, you know the deal, better to have that and not need it than the inverse.
And that is just another reason I hate masks, as if I needed one.
One more thing - move away. That is all. No place is worth staying in if it has changed that much. It's better to savor the memories in a peaceful place where you can still have memories.
Thanks Sixty. The last PTSD was a non physical encounter..fired upon by a shotgun wielding illiterate, alcoholic, cheesehead. As I sit here now, this incident doesn't seem as traumatic. I was cold cocked and mocked, but I didn't fear for my life. But, I know the signs. As the shitbird doubled back, even in my daze, I thought for a second of horse collaring him from behind if I could catch up w/ him. But I'm just out of a sling from rotator cuff surgery. I would want both arms in a street fight.
This will not stop me from walking. I was in an upscale "safe" neighborhood. I surmise that's why cops were so responsive. I was on a stretch of road just off the lake, where there are fewer scared cats walking 15 feet around you wearing masks. I will stick closer to the lake where there are always people, or maybe just stay in my and adjacent suburbs. Hell, we just moved here 4 years ago. San Diego in the winter is now much safer than here.
Two words - concealed carry.
Trust me on this.
nd, so sorry to hear about this. Please keep checking in and letting us know you're on the mend. I know all too well that if you're living in the blue swamp it's only a matter of time before a crime is committed against you and goes unpunished either through pure dumb criminal luck or progressive bullshit excuses.
I'm trying to keep the faith. Btw, Althouse is still hot, IMO. She's a runner now and she looks fantastic.
P.S. - Where did Chip go?
Amartel, thanks. Minneapolis is in free fall. Car jackings[fuckin' 1980's crime] are rampant. My dear bride took photos of my injuries "for the prosecutor"..bless her optimistic heart.
Sixty, I have a Glock .40. I was going to get a CC in Wisconsin, then we moved up here in 2016. I think I will get a MN one now. Memorial Day 2020 marked the beginning of the end in Minneapolis.
I know nothing of such things, Spins, just what friends tell me. After all, the first rule of concealed carry is to never talk about concealed carry. It's like fight club in that regard.
There is a link to Chip's food blog on the frontpage of this blog, Darcy - you can find his work over there. Being a food blog it is somewhat food-centric.
Also, be of good cheer, despair is not an option.
Damn Nick, I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you heal up soon.
We were in downtown St Petersburg FL a few days after the ferals harassed diners at outside tables. I kept my eyes on a shitbird carrying a skateboard but he was behaving himself at the time. It was mid-afternoon so no cover of darkness nor "safety" in numbers at the time.
That scares me, nd. If it can happen to a street wise guy like you then it could happen to me. I hope this doesn't turn into an Antifa version of the knockout game, cowardly surprise attacks for which there is no defense other than not being there. Minneapolis isn't the city I knew in 1963, my first stop after leaving the farm. What a fun place it was. Sorry to hear of the news coming from there anymore.
Some Seppo and Dad, Thanks for your kind thoughts. I walk a lot. I have a habit developed from working in the hoods of KC and Chicago. I use it no matter where I am. I always make eye contact w/ males. It's not aggressive eye contact, it's confident eye contact. And if the eye contact is reciprocated, I say hello. That's what happened here. But, all I could see were his eyes. He didn't greet me back verbally, but did maintain eye contact. Then as he slowly drove by he clocked me. I saw the metal but it was used quickly.
I'm doing fine. I just got back from my daily walk and went to the same Lake Nokomis. I'm letting the anger go. I was taught to shake off losses and keep moving forward. I'm blessed for that. I have adjusted my awareness. I consider myself in the hood, even when I'm in upscale neighborhoods. My eye contact is now assertive...elevated from confident. Defcon2.
It took me a while to find the "not hot chicks" tag and link it to the "still hot" comment while wondering if hotness is a feature or a bug in women over 65?
While I lost whatever hotness I had years ago, and am no longer able to run anywhere, I was pleased to have had the desire to vote this year, along with the physical ability to do so and the mental capacity to clearly discern which of the candidates best represented the values I hold most dear.
ND, I'm sorry that happened to you and am grateful you lived and are here to tell about it, in keeping with the "better out than in" mandate mentioned before from your mom.
What's most disconcerting to me is the deliberate randomness involved, with the perp's icy cold yet burning hot act of violence betraying and breaking social contract without hint, warning or understandable reason, pedaling in out of the blue and then circling back to attempt a more personal blow. It's good you have people who've loved you through past trauma and difficulties to stand alongside now as you process through the different levels that might be involved with this hit job from nowhere.
Sorry to hear that some one smacked you one in the coconut Nick.
You need to move out of the city. They are not suitable for decent people anymore. The normals have to leave.
I did. You should too.
Mama, The response from citizens and professionals is what I choose to remember. There was random violence and kindness, all in a short span. When the guy doubled back I was still on my knees. I sense he thought about another swipe but I was too aware. You see, a person on a bike is really vulnerable to attack. So, the chuckle and "faggot" was his second blow, as you point out. I made it a point to tell the cops he called me "faggot." I felt no compulsion telling them I was hetero. Interesting question is, can the shitbird be charged w/ a hate crime if I'm not gay? Personally, I don't think there should be hate crimes.
I'm going to get the police report and the name of the wonderful and sharp woman and send her some Garrett's popcorn from Chicago. Best I've ever eaten. The Chicago mix[caramel and cheese] is like crack.
Thanks, Mama. My granddaughter came over today and was scared of my face. That broke my heart and stoked some of the anger. But, she quickly adjusted as did I.
Troop, I live in a safe suburb. But I like walking in the city and will not back down. Walked the same route twice now. Just more aware. In bad weather I walk in the Mall of America, 10 minutes away. I hate mall walking, but I do it.
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