An old hippie with a big stick

I was cruising some sites and came across one a couple days ago that was pretty interesting.  You can find it here.

Hold on.  I'll be right back.

Okay.  I'm back... but not for long. 

Now, where were we?  Oh, yes; it's aaaall comin' back to me now.

Big sticks.

Remember the scenario is that you're minding your own bidness on a plane somewhere above the deck and suddenly you're being swarmed by bad-boys and girls who seem inclined to have you stay seated while they take over that plane and fly it into some place on the ground with lots of innocent people in it.  Was that a run-on sentence or just unusually informative?

Let's say one of the terrorists fools the TSA matron, making her believe he really is a gimp and needs that cane on-board the plane.  As if there's just so much walking to do up there.  What are you going to do if a cane or its kin is used as a weapon against you?

Well, if you want to live to tell the tale, you're going to have to fight.

You have to get past both the pointy end of the cane and the striking shaft and into the body of your attacker.  To deflect blows, put your weak arm up with your hand, palm out, about 6 inches in front of your forehead.  The palm should be out because, when he hits you, it will hurt less than when he hits the unprotected bones on the top of your hand.  And you don't want that pain, now do you?  And, maybe you can actually grab the cane when he swings it.

Maybe.

Again; I'm not telling you to try any one of these moves.  These are basic principles you can either forget or remember, use anytime in your life or never in a million years.  Your choice, not mine.

So, there you are duking it out with some perfectly sane but deluded thug, way up in the wild blue yonder.  You've decided to defend your life and so you've counter-attacked, moved inside the arc of the swinging cane so it can't hit you. 

Now what?

Stay on the attack.  Attack.  Attack.  Attack.  Keep your legs moving, knock the guy over.  Knock him into stuff that hurts.  Yell at someone to pour coffee on him, to stomp on his hand.  It's your life... do something.

None of that comfy chair stuff will work here, eh, Biggles?

More on this coming, unerschrocken.