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?—”

 

When is Enough-Enough?

It'll have to start with serious discussions and then change is in order. Our government is in place to keep us safe. They have failed. Time to hit the brakes on thinking it'll never happen to us. Charlie Kirk may have supported guns, but, didn't want to die one would think. He had children, a wife and his health. He stood for guns, until one gun laid him low. We have to learn what these acts are showing us. America is the land of the brave after all. We have to be brave enough to say gun violence has to stop now and take the appropriate actions.

I have pleaded for this change clear back to Sandy Hook. Change is what it is all about. We all know this can't continue.

The Last Gargoyle

We confront the hideous nature of violence in this read. Enough said? 

Seeing It

So the world moved on from the Minneapolis Children who were shot out of pews. Now we have a young lady stabbed to death in Charlotte for nothing. I mean no motive. We all think of America the Beautiful and and and . . . Lady who lived in the building, the shooter called home, said it right. "When 'he' was around it just got dark."

My books focus on the Monsters among us. I studied this mindset at the FBI National Academy and then pursued mindsets that never added up. Like Lou Reed sang . . . I'm just sick of it. And we are.

New Bigtime Low

So an eleven year old can't play ditch with out being shot to death. Defense attorney claims constitution protects his gun wielding client. How can anyone be so crass? Must be tough to wake up with another life to live after shooting a kid in the back.  

Buford Pusser

Just think, I wrote JusThis and some readers had concerns that it claimed things that could never be true. Police Officers lyin'? Well, anyways, checkout Buford and see if anything claimed here is just a little bit disturbing. Like I said, my books are all about the truth and nothing but the truth.

Understanding

I have to admit to being confounded at times by arguments and different viewpoints as opposed to mine. I mean, having your life threatened, certainly lends credence to this argument. So as they say, lets live and let live.   

From The Road

Headed to Chicago shortly. Just got back from Germany. Don't suppose you'll have a guess on what the Germans wanted answered. 'Three gals in their first year of studies wanted to know why nothing gets done with gun violence. Had to tell them it's because everybody thinks its something gonna happen to somebody else. If folks had to confront the fact they could die then something gets done.