Phlegmfatale tells the story of a time when she refused, as a young woman, to acquiesce to the demands of a pair of attackers who were after her purse. She was knocked down and beaten, and her purse eventually taken, while several people just stood and stared.
She was told that she’d done the wrong thing by law enforcement. However, due to the diligence of her father and with the help of a few LEOs, the main perpetrator was put behind bars, and Phlemmy learned that if she wants to be safe, she can’t depend on anyone else to help her.
It’s a hard lesson to learn, and most of the folks who tell you that you’d best lie down and take it have never had, “yeah, you like that, huh, bitch? say my name. say it. you like this, don’t you?” whispered in their ear after a brief physical fight lost.
They’ve never been beaten up and had their identity stolen, or been carjacked, or been threatened in their own homes.
But more important than the physical and financial damage done is the loss of your sense of self, and your loss of faith in humanity. People WATCHED Phlemmy get robbed and did nothing about it. Even the security guard who helped her after the fact said he saw the entire thing, but didn’t make a move to help her until after the altercation was finished. Unfortunately, there was no one around for my ordeal, but if there had been, I suspect the reaction would have been the same. People are so fucking scared of having the same thing happen to them that they will just sit there, GLAD it’s not them, and let it happen to someone else.
I swore that it would never happen again. Like Phlemmy, I thought to myself that if I was EVER faced with a situation where someone tried to take advantage of me in any way, I would fight them, tooth and nail, doing as much physical damage as I could possibly do, even if I died doing it.
If I’d owned a gun, I wouldn’t have had it with me during my ordeal. Circumstances didn’t permit it. It wouldn’t have helped.
But I’ll be damned if I’m going to let that stop me from exercising my right to carry now. If it happens again? I’m ready. Even without a gun, I will MAKE myself a force to be reckoned with.
It’s not just a cool phrase to show movie and history geeks that you liked 300. It’s not a trendy thing to wear or say when you’re surrounded by other gun-owners to show solidarity.
It’s a way of life.
Over. My. Dead. Body.
So you see, there are more reasons for that tattoo than any of you realized, aren’t there?