Maybe it's just me

But it's getting to the point where I pretty much equate tactical with dumb. And here's a good example as to why:

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Even if you can overlook how silly most of the exercises seem for anything even approaching reasonable self-defense training, they're dangerous. Stupid dangerous. As Tam put it:

It is only a matter of time until some chiropodist at a weekend SWAT fantasy camp gets his kidneys blown out his navel by the Bushhamster of the stranger behind him in the stack preparing to practice breaching and clearing, and somebody like 20/20 or 60 Minutes is going to have a frickin' field day with it.

To add to that, what sense does it make to run any of these goofy exercises in the context of actually carrying a firearm and preparing yourself to use it in self defense? I mean, I'm a writer. My daily uniform is jeans and some kinda button-up shirt (precisely because they're easy to conceal a firearm with). There has never been a day when I've thought, Hey, you know what would make sense? I should put on a full black SWAT getup and run over to Sunflower Market to pick up some goat cheese!

Speaking of guns, just got my 1911 back from Novak with new sights — a black wide-notch rear and a brass bead front. I haven't shot it yet, but, man, they're easy to pick up. Pictures soon.