A Nony Mouse posted this in response to the Cooper article:
… to say that you are better protection then professionals is, er… silly (I’d rather not use a stronger word) According to this article, the President should NOT have his body guards, because after all, you can’t trust them. Instead, he should be packing a gun himself. Good luck with that!
I do agree that even with body guards, one would be wise to pay attention and be armed, but you will NOT be your BEST protector. If nothing else, you are ONE person, and you can’t do the job of 10. I’m sorry, this article takes an otherwise sane and logical argument (you should protect yourself) to an extreme by using ABSOLUTE arguments that you, and you alone are the best, and frankly ONLY person that can protect you. Hope Bush doesn’t listen.
And why are you not your own best protector?
You state — and I quote: “to say that you are better protection then professionals is, er… silly” unquote.
I ask you, why is it silly?
For further enlightenment, let us step into the Wayback machine and set it for November of 2004. The place is Santiago, Chile — the closing dinner of the Asia-Pacific Economic Cooperation forum.
In particular, we should focus upon the black Cadillac limousine, from which President George W. Bush and the First Lady of the United States are descending.
Notice the man holding open the door of the limousine. Allow me to introduce Special Agent Nick Trotta, he is the second lead on the Secret Service Security detail assigned to the President.
Arguably, there are none more professional in their duties than the American Secret Service, and there are few who are their equals.
President and Mrs. Bush walk up the stairs and greet their hosts, the President and First Lady of Chile.
Do notice the absence of security.
Where, you ask, is the Secret Service? Look outside the building. Look at the bottom of the stairs. See the scrum of Chilean Security Forces? That is President Bush’s Secret Service detail which is being detained in head-locks and full nelsons.
Notice that despite the blows and chokeholds being dished out by the Security detail of President Bush, they are not getting through the crowd of Chileans.
I turn your attention to the inside of the building, where the President of the United States stands — unprotected by his professionals. This is the part you should pay attention to: watch President Bush walk outside of the building; observe him walk up to the full-on brawl between his professionals and the locals; and witness him push Chileans out of the way, reach over the scrum, grab his professional and pull his professional out of the fray.
Now, tell me again that it is “silly” to think that you are better protection than the professionals?
For several minutes, President Bush — whom you used as your example — was his own protection.
Why should you think it is any different for anyone else?
Let us re–enter the Wayback Machine. This time, we shall set it for July 9, 1982. The place is London, England. Buckingham Palace, to be exact.
It is just after 0600 local time. Here is Queen Elizabeth the Second, constitutional monarch of Great Britain. She has not one, but two military units tasked with her protection at home. There is a Metropolitan Police Special Operations Bureau tasked with her security and protection at home. There are innumerable servants, footmen, maids, butlers and whatever devoted to her protection.
So … let us cast our gaze upon the mentally-ill man sitting at the foot of her bed. Notice, if you will, the steady fall of blood from his hand and the broken half of a bloodied ashtray he holds.
As soon as the Queen notices this intruder in her chamber, begin counting on your watch. I wish you to count off twelve minutes. This is the length of time it will take for help to arrive.
Twelve minutes. Long time. She will attempt to summon help no less than three times during this conversation — keep counting, do. Despite the phone calls from the Queen, it still takes twelve minutes for help to arrive.
Here you are, telling me that it is “silly” … keep counting off those twelve minutes, sirrah! … to think that you yourself are better protection than the professionals. Tell me, do: here is the Queen, herself, yet where are her professionals? Ten minutes away?
What protection are her professionals providing, that she, herself, isn’t doing already?
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
This is 1982. Surely, this is a lesson?
The man you want to watch is dressed as Osama bin Laden. Not the best choice in this post-9/11 world, but what the hell, right?
No, watch. Yes, he is scaling the wall. Oh, security got him … no, he’s talking his way past them — now he’s up on the stage with Prince William in front of most of the British Royal Family … he just kissed Prince William on not one, but both cheeks.
Do you think kissing range is knifing range? I do.
Where is the Royal security, the professionals we are “silly” not to trust?
Do you think kissing range is pistol range? I do.
Where are the bodyguards?
Do you think kissing range is suicide bomb range? I do.
But, here is Prince William, heir to the throne of Great Britain, with only himself for protection.
The President of the United States has unparalleled bodyguards, can afford unparalled security … yet, those bodyguards aren’t always there. The President had to tend for himself for those long seconds.
The Royal Family of great Britain have unparalleled bodyguards, can afford unparalleled security … yet, failures happen. The Queen had to tend for herself for twelve long minutes. Her grandson had to tend for himself for the duration of having a mic snatched and two kisses planted.
And yet, here you are to tell me that it is “silly” to think that each man is a better guard of himself than hired professionals are.