The White Knight and Me: A Very Short Parable, With Gun Porn

The White Knight got up this morning, and got ready to go out for the day.

He took some time threading his belt through the dual magazine carrier that he carries on his left hip — never can have too much ammo, you know, and, besides, if you have to clear a stoppage with a semiauto, you probably will need to do a mag change — and then through the CTAC holster that his Wilson Combat CQB Tactical LE rides in. A quick finger-check to make sure that a round was still chambered — it was — and he was, well, not ready yet. Still had to clip the Surefire KROMA flashlight to his belt. Great flashlight; $299, and worth every penny. If you’re going to carry a gun, lots of the gunwriters say, you’ve got to carry pepper spray and a baton — wouldn’t want some prosecutor to argue that you didn’t even have a lesser-force option available — so he clipped the can of pepper foam behind the gun on his right side, and the ASP 16″ baton to his belt on the left side. Oops. He had almost forgotten the knife — the Masters of Defense Dieter CQD went into his right pocket. And, suitcoat concealing everything, he was ready to go to work. Hoped he didn’t clank too much if he bumped into a doorframe at the office; wouldn’t want to scare the other accountants.

That was him.  Me? 

I just opened the gun box, took out the snubby still in its pocket holster — checked to make sure it was loaded; best to keep up the good habits — closed and locked the gunbox, made sure that my pocket knife was, well, in my pocket, grabbed my car keys and headed for the door.