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When I lived on a Houseboat on the Multnomah channel car thieves wrecked my life. I mean literally. Their relentless break ins and vandalism turned me into a basket case.
No place is worse to defend. You are down a ramp and 100 yards away from the parking lot and they post a look out and have at it. I had to sell the houseboat and move.
Once I took a heavy duty tool box and bolted down in my '71 Blazer and rounded out the lower nuts so that puppy wasn't going anywhere. Those thieves used a torch to steal it and then took my fire extinguisher and sprayed the entire inside of my truck as an FU note.
I was poor and needed to get to work everyday. If I was late I'd get fired. My boss didn't care that someone slashed my tires or put sugar in my gas tank.
I waited many nights in the brush with a baseball bat and a 12 gauge but they never came on the nights I was on guard.
Most assuredly, if I would have caught them I would still be in prison to this day (this was 20 years ago). I wouldn't have just killed them I would have brutally tortured them.
When I see or hear about car thieves I wish I could relate to them what they are risking - even more than their lives. Not now of course, I've mellowed and material things don't mean that much to me - but back then it would have been pliers and a blowtorch.
I know it is wrong to use deadly force to defend property, but when I hear of someone doing that .... I understand.
No, it isn't. My bubblegum is my bubblegum. Get your own.