Desensitized to The Second Amendment

Pregnant girl shot while her brother is murdered, before the shooter kills himself. At one time this would have been bigtime media fodder. This all occurred in smalltown America, Barron Wisconsin. We are all potential targets, as our elected leaders prepare to fight over the budget. So sad.

Today Barron

Can you believe it? A pregnant women, her brother and the shooter. So sick of this. 

Brand of Justice

To think . . . there are some in Montana who have voiced an opinion that I must be stomped out for giving a child killer a voice. I have done so in an effort to discover what would compel a person to commit such an act. It's where my voice finds its footing. Another example would be found in discussing what it was like to flee a school that was under fire. I listen during these encounters. This was my first novel and one, where you can see, I pursue the truth.

JusThis

Lord Acton, a British historian of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries shared his thoughts about power. He had deep feelings about power and its ability to corrupt. The proverb, “Absolute power corrupts absolutely” means that whenever a person has power over other people or things, it makes him/her corrupt. This testament, for obvious reasons pertains to some police officers. A badge—symbolizing power—is pinned to their chest and they waddle into society for better or worse. Officer Francesco Vincent Serpico exposed corruption back in the day. Now, retired Officer Curt Rude, does the same when he focuses on sexual misdeeds of those who serve and protect.

The police profession has its share of individuals who had neither the inclination or ability to fulfill their desires before becoming police officers. Some were perhaps meek and mild; the last to be chosen for a team on the playground. After years of perceived humiliation and frustration they realize formal power can deliver them into an intitled life. They eagerly settle into a job that involves having others answer to them. It can be an exhilarating experience that leads to excess and trouble.

Though some have readily stated this work is an interesting read, but not plausible, one only needs to consider the deeds of Minnesota State Trooper Robert Leroy Nelson. While on duty, he offered eighteen-year-old Michelle Busha a ride after witnessing her being dropped off by a vehicle along Interstate 90. Busha was raped, beaten, tortured and strangled with a ligature. Her fingernails were removed while she was still alive and her head had been shaved, except for an area on the back of the head, which was left about an inch long.

It is hoped that an increase in knowledge, regarding issues some may find disturbing, results in a safer world for all.

 

American Greed

At least most NFL games are played in the States. Can't believe how adapt the NFL is at monetarizing anything it's involved with. Tax payer supported stadiums stand empty as NFL owners hit for Europe to sell their brand. Clothing is being dumped on folks from Ireland as they head to the game. Now we have waves of newly designed articles of clothing to contend with to get fans to buy-buy-buy. A NFL cap goes for 50 bucks while any old cap at a store sells for 8 to 15 bucks. Big question here is when is enough money enough for the Owners? What are your thoughts on Greed? Is money the root of all evil? Is it okay for folks to be ripped off as they head to the games, dressed up like god knows what, to support their teams? It's all silly fun after all. We need a diversion from the daily shootings. When is a NFL Stadium going to be rocked with violence? Think I'll get busy on my next novel. I'm not in the mood to get loaded up with lead. Be safe out there.

So When Did It Get So Bad?

Spoke to a lady today from Kenya. She considered herself so fortunate to be a citizen of this country with all its advantages. Why can't those born into America appreciate and respect it?  

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Here is the comment in its entirety . . . "By making this empty threat, Hamas legitimizes the actions of Israel. Hard to not see Hamas for what they are. Uncivilized cowards." I stand by this comment unless someone can point out where I am wrong. Always ready to respect other view points, and to live and learn. Have a great weekend folks and keep your head down if you hear shots. 

Charley Kirk said What?

Allow me to quote Charley Kirk. "It's worth it to have a cost of, unfortunately, some gun deaths every year, so we can have the Second Amendment to protect our other God-given rights . . . This is a prudent deal. It is rational." So do we construe from this comment that he valued The Second Amendment over the rights of children praying in church to live a good life? How about my right to swing by a Walmart to pick up a box of Cheerios unarmed. I may be put in the position of having to die so others can run around fondling guns. Why don't these Second Amendment Defenders also step up and defend the First Amendment?

Consider me offended by those who would have me shot to death, so some can run around with guns. 

Say What

So where are the constitutional zealots who are running around defending guns because it's their right? They demand the privileges bestowed by ancient forefathers at the great cost of civility. Anyone who can rationalize having guns after Sandy Hook, all them years ago, are not rational. Period. Back to the first question. How can they be content? Didn't they notice the First Amendment is under attack. What gives? Jimmy Kimmel gets hung out to dry, yet, there are tomorrows mass killers waiting their turn to shock a formally honorable country. What do you think? One thing is for sure, we are all losing. Death lurks.       

Installment #8 from 'The People Shooter'

No money, just a story told, regarding gun violence. We got off track there. What does the Kirk killing have in common with this story? Who am I to tell this nasty tail? I studied in the FBI Behavior Unit and then pursued killers. It's what I did for a living and now I share my stories. Click on covers to the right and prepare to become enlightened. Leave comments. Lets continue to learn together.

After so much hollering and the gun shot ringing in his ears silence reined. The entire evening was too much. Guns had once been fun, but now they were scary. He knew one thing for sure: Once a trigger is pulled, there is no going back. Not like on a computer game. Real life didn’t come with a reset button.

He fixed his gaze on the mountains.

As the squad slowed for a red light, both of its occupants were lost in their own thoughts and not talking. McShuster’s mom waited until noon before her first barley pop. She liked to point out her house was clean as if it meant she could drink all she wanted. Then she’d remind him there was always tomato soup in the cupboard before she disappeared out the door. She always said food would mess up a good drunk and then laugh. A boyfriend who ended up in the house was usually introduced to him if he wasn’t sleeping, so before long McShuster made sure he appeared sound asleep. He didn’t want to risk it. He had gotten elbowed in the face once when things heated up and it scared him. If his mother was an angel, she was a drunken one for sure. His mom liked to say heaven was nothin’ but a bar serving free drinks all the time.

“I’m sorry.” Tears flowed but McShuster couldn’t wipe them away so he had to tolerate them. “It’s a good deal that you love Megan. She a nice girl in that there school. You treated me good … even if you’re a cop.”

McShuster pressed the side of his face against the window and just wanted to fly away like a prairie falcon. Fast and sure. He had watched them plenty on the Front Range. He’d soar above the mess he was in.

McShuster carefully exhaled and leaned forward. “Sometimes folks have enough bad days they turn into bad lives. I hate being alone, even around people. I need’da friend, you know, who can laugh at my messed-up jokes, not at me. I want to look at my mom and see somebody else. Officer Tracy, you hearing me? I want to go places where dyin’ don’t offer no relief. The worst of it is I always feel like I just can’t figure it out. How to make the good things happen. My money, in the bank, is my escape.” He shrugged his shoulders. “That’s why I gotta work. I’ll do what I have’ta do for you, officer. I tried though. Please. Can ya know that? I really did—try.”

“Okay … I don’t know now. Are you suicidal? Is that what you mean now?”

“First time you didn’t use your ten-four cop lingo.” He smiled despite the pain or because of it. “You could’ve liked me in another time. Who knows? I’m glad Megan didn’t go and get hurt none. She could’ve. You wanna know sumtin? Seed got me to understanding algebra. Seed going to teach. You know that?” The light changed but Officer Tracy forgot to go on the green. She was frozen in place behind the wheel. Then the phone rang.

“Yes, this is Officer Tracy … Hang on, I’m going to put you on speaker phone. Yes, go ahead.” She started for the station once the light turned green again.

“Tracy, listen up. That Godamn kid we nabbed ain’t our shooter.”

“Ahh … okay. I don’t—” Officer Tracy froze.

“Tracy. Our shooter is in the E.R. Noah whatever. They got into it and the gun went off. That’s when we nabbed the kid you’re with. He stopped everything from going down.”

“He didn’t shoot?—”