Take a look at the story here about some fellas shooting up a party. It may not have been sudden jihad syndrome, but it can be instructive as to how some young men might feel about following the infidel law.
More evidence of this type of brutality can be seen in this video.
Take a look at this article about the recruitment into terror gangs that is happening in prisons.
About the four Babtists-turned-Muslim arrested after getting hosed by the FBI, NYPD Chief Ray Kelly says here they were not connected to other terrorist groups. Sorry, Chief; you're wrong. The nose-on-your-face nexus, the elephant-in-the-room connection is Islam.
Do young men of other religions commit horrible crimes? Sure. My point is that, if you look at what's happening in Europe, young Muslim men are more and more becoming wickedly violent... at the slightest provocation. There are no other religions displaying and even encouraging what appears to be a sense of untouchability as they vent their whimsical rage at any and all who don't and won't believe as they do.
More mayhem in Europe. More blatant, in-your-face disobedience here. More recruitment into state-side terror groups.
What're you going to do, cupcake?
Let's look at the shot-up party scenario. From a purely defensive standpoint, as soon as the bullets start buh-zinging through the walls and windows, drop to the floor. Take your drink with you on the way down, don't worry about setting it on a coaster or the napkin your lovely hostess gave you. Once on the floor, crawl on your belly toward the center of the structure if the gunfire is coming from more than one direction, and away from the gunfire if shots are only coming in one way.
Why, Undaunted? Because you want as much stuff as possible between you and the shooters.
Why, Undaunted? Stuff stops bullets before they get to you.
Stuff: walls, coffee tables, comfy chairs, fridges, footstools, books on shelves, shelves, carpets, magazine racks, clothes hanging on the back of the door or strewn accross your messy kid-brother's bedroom, shoes tossed on the floor, pipes, stashes, your TV, towels and sheets in the hallway closet, bedframes and matresses and pillows, dressers full of socks and undies. Etcetera. Etcetera. Etcetera.
If it's a drive-by shooting, it won't last long; probably just long enough for the shooters to empty a couple magagines into the house and then scat before the cops show up or fire is returned by any of the party-goers. More on that later.
If the shooters don't drive away after what seems to be enough time for them to empty a couple mags into your posse, (30 seconds, give or take?) but they continue to reload and fire into the house, stay put. Stay down. They may be trying the classic hammer/anvil tactic: initial shooters, the hammer, force you into more shooters waiting in the alley, the anvil. And you get crushed in the hail of bullets.
Stay down and stay calm. Tell the screamers to shut up because they're just part of the problem. If you're not going to counter-attack, you need to know what the shooters are going to do next. Will you hear them dismount their vehicles, shouting taunts and continuing to fire as they get closer and closer to you? Will they yell instructions back and forth? Hey, Smitty; run down the side of the house and shoot into it on the way back to Abdul in the alley. The rest o' you knuckleheads follow me in as soon as he's in back.
How you gonna hear all that with all the screamin' goin' on?
And how're your people gonna hear you when you tell 'em what to do. Cuz you're that guy. The one who didn't panic, the one who saved the day.
Molotov cocktails: they'll ignite and burn for a few minutes where the accelerant landed before the fire begins to spread on the floor. If the accelerant lands on fabric like furniture and curtains, they'll burn more quickly. Pull down burning curtains if you can do so without getting shot, and flip a coffee table over on them, or a rubber-backed area rug, or a pan full of those teentsy little Vienna Sausages. That might smother the fire. If you haven't spilled your drink yet, maybe a little gin and tonic will help extinguish the blaze. Hey, you never know.
Flip burning furniture and push it toward the outer walls. There, it will be away from you because you're holing up near the center, remember? Too, fire-fighters will be able to get to fires burning at the outer walls easier than fires burning further back into the structure. Stay down in a crawl position while you're doing this.
Probably the best thing to do is to sit tight and wait for the cops to arrive. But, you might not have that option. The world's not fair.
If you're in this situation and the only one who brought a firearm, and it looks like the shooters are going to try to enter the structure and finish off as many infidels as possible, you need to find a spot with some concealment, and maybe even some cover, from which you can see the main entry points at the same time. Good luck with that. If you can't find that spot, then find the one spot that covers the single most likely entry point.
Cops coming in to save the day will make all sorts of loud announcements that they're on the way in. They will most likely not come through the door shooting wildly and screaming that all you infidels are gonna die right now. So, in this situation, if you hear the shooting subside and then loud pronouncements such as, Police, we're coming in. Don't shoot. Put your weapons on the floor... it might be okay to do it. That would be my guess. More likely, you'll hear a voice over a PA system telling you to leave your weapons on the floor and come outside with your hands in the air, walking backwards. And that is exactly what you should do.
If, however, you hear a lull in the shooting and then a rumble of footsteps on your front porch just before the screen door is crashed through by someone screaming about chopping off your head and then eating your heart raw, you'll probably need to shoot that motherfucker.
Since you don't know how many zombies are behind him, put two in his chest and two in the chest of anyone behind him and two in the chest of anyone behind him. That empties that silly revolver you bought down the street, right? You should have bought a better gun.
And, of course anyone you shoot you shot only after coming to a reasonable conclusion that they presented a clear and present danger to your health/life a/o the health/life of those around you. Right? Right.
If you did buy a better gun, and the hi-caps to go with it, then put at least 4 in the wheel-house of the first guy, and then 4 into the guy following him, un so weiter. Do a quick combat reload and see who's still coming and who wants more. I don't know. This might not work. You may be outnumbered and outgunned and get your ass shot up and bleed out before anybody comes to help. You do the legal and moral math and make your own decision. Then plan and train and mentally prepare.
If you got shooters coming through the front and back doors, then the guy first through the main entry point will probably be the leader. You need to put his lights out ASAP so all the others can see. Maybe, just maybe, that will be enough to turn the others away, when they see their hero bite it. I don't know, but it's better, seems to me, than curling into a ball and begging them not to cap your weezy ass too bad.
I'm tempted to write on how to counter-attack but I think I'll leave that alone, at least for now. No battles were ever won on defense. Somebody had to attack sometime in order to take the ground and kill the enemy so somebody could win. But this scenario seems like the kind where you hold your ground until the cavalry arrives... and pray to God they don't shoot you by mistake when they do.
How do you not get your shit blown away by the cops? Very simple: do what they say, when they say it. It's okay for you to explain very loudly and clearly to them as they approach and give you commands that you're a friendly, but it's not okay for you to not obey them.
In every horrible situation there's at least the potential for one person to be that guy ~ the one who knew what to do, or figured out something and gave it his best shot ~ or hers. That guy we all talk about. Sometimes, like on Flight 93, there are several of those guys.
Whatever occurs, you can be that guy. Even if it means all you did was calmly call the right people at the right time so all the good-guys in the world could show up and save the day.
Be that guy, underschrocken.
Know the law in your jurisdiction and, if you decide to act, be sure you act within the limits of that law.
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