I post another installment of People Shooter. It's like well we haven't had a shooting for a while and then, just after the post goes live, another shooting. Something is just plain wrong with the fact that our politicians can't figure something out about this ongoing crisis. We are all possibly tomorrows target . . . Ouch.
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Sunday, March 17, 2024
Friday, March 15, 2024
People Shooter
To read People Shooter scroll down to #1 and read away. We're up to #6 so whatcha waiting for? Get caught up as we prepare for that next shooting. Fire off questions if you're so inclined and be careful out there!
This is a story of attitudes regarding sexuality ending up in murder. Love to hear from you'all on thoughts or concerns.
Thursday, March 14, 2024
People Shooter #6
After slowing for
the curb, the ambulance turned left, accelerating with its lights and siren on.
A silhouette was leaning over the gun on the sidewalk. Then it gestured for
someone else to stand near it. The silhouette joined four shadows with guns
drawn as they all ran towards the front door of the school. They were hollering
toward a couple that had stepped out of the building. The two held their hands
up and hollered, “Parents!”
“This is real, pal.
Guns build respect, one bloody little hole at a time. I’ll gun ‘em down. Let’s
see how they sound dead. You apt to not forget that.” A tear surprised him and
made him set up and clear his throat. “Where was I?”
“Shooting people—”
Three officers
were walking toward them. Officer Tracy got out and stepped in front of them.
One walked around her and pulled the door open; and grabbed McShuster. “See
them people.” He pointed at the large crowd across the street. He gripped McShuster’s
collar and pulled him halfway out of the squad and glared at him, inches from
his face. “They’d just as soon kill ya—punk—than look at you.”
“This is real, pal.
Guns build respect, one bloody little hole at a time. I’ll gun ‘em down. Let’s
see how they sound dead. You apt to not forget that.” A tear surprised him and
made him set up and clear his throat. “Where was I?”
“Shooting people—”
Three officers
were walking toward them. Officer Tracy got out and stepped in front of them.
One walked around her and pulled the door open; and grabbed McShuster. “See
them people.” He pointed at the large crowd across the street. He gripped McShuster’s
collar and pulled him halfway out of the squad and glared at him, inches from
his face. “They’d just as soon kill ya—punk—than look at you.”
McShuster grimaced
from stabs of sharp pain. He couldn’t answer nor did he see what the cop was
pointing towards. His broken rib, if that’s what it was, made it feel like
someone was pushing a long hot screw driver into his chest. It hurt so badly
that he could only manage birdlike chirps.
“You think that’s
funny?” The cop slammed McShuster back into the seat. The cop said something
about wanting to kick some ass, and stomped off to where the gun was lying. A
man was taking pictures of it. It was some kind of assault gun. That’s what his
neighbor, the owner, called it. Now it was lying on the ground getting photographed.
A skinny guy about his height approached the first picture taker and pointed at
the gun. Obviously, he was from the paper and also wanted a shot.
“Three-fourteen
station headed to L.E.C. with one,” crackled the radio. McShuster looked up and
saw Officer Tracy pushing her face to her shoulder mic. Voices were talking
over each other but one did say, “We’re getting surveillance video. Four
injured.” Then another one piped up that she thought it was six shooting
victims. McShuster wondered how six got shot. Did I miss something here?
Officer Tracy got
back in the squad and slammed the door. She drove off the curb, one tire at a
time, before heading toward Second where a right turn would take them to the
Police Station.
Wednesday, March 13, 2024
Another Day Another Rejection
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Where is the violation? Am I running into folks who support a cause and thus use the 'report abuse tool' to squish my comment? I mean initially nothing was problematic with this comment, then out of the blue 'Another Day Another Rejection'.
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Tuesday, March 12, 2024
Another Day Another Rejection
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Saturday, March 9, 2024
People Shooter #5
“I what?” McShuster
looked up.
She then put the
mic back up near her mouth. “I have one in custody. Male. White. Five-six or
seven. Black hoodie and jeans. He’s uncooperative.”
His face burned
where it had slammed into the cement. What really hurt was his body: the left
side of his chest up near his shoulder on the frontside. His hands felt a whole
lot better. But every time he breathed it stung bigtime. It was like the air
was full of ammonia or something. Then he felt sweat or something working down
his stomach.
“You Megan Tracy’s
mom?”
“Let’s leave her
out of it, please. I’ll ask the questions.”
“This is something
all you kids want to do? Make a damn name for yourself? That’s why the media
about beat us here, isn’t it? You called ‘em to show off. Christ … this
infuriates me!”
McShuster moved
carefully, working his way out of a slouch. When the cops took him into custody—that’s
what Officer Tracy called it—it left him feeling like he’d gotten trampled by
Clydesdales. “They ain’t all angels in there. Some of ‘em no better than
singing little shit birds. I know … I know you not wanting to hear it. But that
place is full of no good. That the long and short of it.” He shuttered. “Worst
place on earth is in a classroom.”
“Did you come here
tonight for a reason? To make it right or something?” Officer Tracy asked.
“I sure did. Guns
and knives make everything nice. Me and Noah used to holler that target
practicing. Somehow, I went from being a shooter to being the stopper. He’d say
‘I’m bigtime badass … only way to kill me is to cut my head off and hide it.’
I’d tell ‘em to chill. Think before ya hate. I know this; people shooters kill
because of everybody. Not because of just one dude poking fun. Guns change
things. Levels the playing field. Makes beggars out of pricks. You got a gun …
you the most important person in the universe. Yes ma’am … the rules change in
this here deal called the game of life. Ya know, life is full of a shit ton a wrongs.
I had to do something. Had to try.”
“I’m trying to
understand. Please continue.” Officer Tracy watched him in the rearview mirror.
So now the officer wants to know if McShuster acted alone here. She is jumping to conclusions but that is to be expected. Notice he claims they played around with guns. This story has been researched I tell you. All shootings have things in common.
Friday, March 8, 2024
Another Day Another Rejection
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A lot of turmoil in the southern hemisphere. AOC, who hails from Puerto Rico, would have an interesting perspective on this calamity. Jamaica, Mexico, Venezuela and Honduras are all best avoided if you want to live a long healthy life. Guess Gringos are going to have to vacation in Canada. Little colder up there but it isn't nothing a winter coat wouldn't cure. Heard there are polar bears in Churchill. Gangbangers must be more lethal than bears. Until then, Cruise Ships are going to have to be escorted by the Navy. Wow this place is a zoo and the keeper ain't you!
Thursday, March 7, 2024
Another Day Another Rejection
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Philadelphia
Shame. Did you see The City of Brotherly Love had a shooting where multiple guns led to multiple people getting shot? Shootings are piling up as we are only on the forth installment of People Shooter.
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