A guy who barely survived the Montgomery AL shootout says “he came downtown because there were so many people out and he wanted to join the fun, but that night of fun turned into something he described as a ‘warzone’ that he’s thankful to have survived.”
And he does pose the question. About guns. The killers were fifteen, sixteen, years old, and it was so easy for the brainless shits to get guns.
‘More people died by gunfire in Alabama [in 2023] than in New York State, which has nearly four times Alabama’s population.’
It’s that ol self-killer instinct, folks. Wyoming has it too. Guns guns guns guns until everyone gets ten! AK47s, AR15s, give em out like candy until everyone kills everyone in a blitz and then the cops kill the killers.
But WHY, Wyoming? A la what Alabam?
Read Nietzsche! says WY. Look under N for Nihilism! says AL. Life’s worth shit down here says AL. Life sucks in the Sagebrush State says WY. Read Better Never To Have Been and then shut the fuck up or I’ll blow your head off.
A huge open shoot-out in the center of the city wreaks death and life-threatening injury, but the police chief is here to tell you that the city is safe. He’s fucking crazy, as the state AG makes clear in his comment:
You can’t do much when your state has virtually no control over its millions of guns, many of them, like the ones last night, in the hands of fifteen year olds. Almost all of the shooters were 14-16. So you might as well do what Bama’s doing. Nothing. I mean, I assume the city has a crew that hoses down the rivers of blood. I assume they’re doing that.
Gun death at a hookah lounge in one of the most dangerous cities in insanely dangerous Louisiana. Who could have predicted this tragic turn? Especially on a weekend night?
But how much, really, is too much? This Texas high school begins to look like an armed camp, with many guns carried in every day. Parents are upset, demand action, blah blah. But it’s Texas. You wanna live where everybody, starting around age fourteen, doesn’t carry a loaded gun everywhere, move to Massachusetts.
Yeah why should Wyoming’s governor bother mentioning the primary reason his state has the highest rate of elderly suicides in the country? Virtually all of the guys use a gun.
Cuz walk five feet in any direction in Wyoming and you’ll trip over a gun. The state has more guns than almost anyplace else in the world, ‘cept maybe Mogadishu.
And that’s why it’s got world-class suicide rates. But you wouldn’t want to be impolite enough to say the word or anything.
Hoowhee Texas! You think YOU love guns! You ain’t been to Texas!! Gunshots morning afternoon and night; and in Katy in particular they put a shooting range across the street from a kids’ baseball complex.
Here’s a typical game:
“We started at 8 a.m. and the gunshots have been going off since then,” said [one parent].
“We had a game at 8 and could hear rifles and shotguns going off at times throughout the whole game. Even leaving the park after the game, shots were going off,” another parent added.
But don’t nobody say nuthin cuz it’s the fuckin sound of freedom. Smell of napalm in the morning blast of gunfire all day kinda thing. Heartbeat of America. Baseball and bullets. Don’t get better than that.
Sure, they hit the coach. Fine, the coach was airlifted out. BFD. “There was bullets flying everywhere. It wasn’t one shot. There’s bullets flying everywhere off the poles, onto the field. It’s just unbelievable.” You expect a little carnage in Texas, and, you know, at least it wasn’t one of the kids and at least no one was killed.
“Was [Kirk’s assassin] on the left? I don’t know … It is a fool’s errand to try to say that these nuts who do these things are [on] any team… This kid doesn’t belong in either party. He belongs in a straitjacket. He’s an outpatient who should not be out.”
Which reminds UD of something else she’s been thinking about. The missing link in these kills done by people 16-25 is their parents. Many of the killers are still living at home, and in many cases their parents know perfectly well that their kid is nuts. Their response to this dawning horror is denial plus hiding: They don’t want it to be true; and they don’t want anyone outside the home to know it’s true.
Many of these homes are already really gunny, with dad deciding it’d make the kid better if they went to the ranges together… You’d be amazed how many parents of violent demented children decide more guns and more shooting is the answer.
Or maybe the parent enjoys his own rage against society being acted out by the kid. Things get squirrely here.
The larger theme of moronic negligence resounds throughout the land, as in the husband who took a business trip, leaving his spectacularly insane wife alone in the house with her four little daughters. She slaughtered all of them with one of many guns her husband decided were fine to keep unlocked with a maniac in the house. One of the girls survived long enough to suffer great pain for a few days.
‘At least half a dozen people were taken to Nashua area hospitals with injuries that were not gunshot-related, sources told News 9 Investigates. Many were injured in the chaos of the shooting.‘
That’s one thing UD‘s been thinking about lately. In toting up our daily American shootings, we concentrate on the kill rate; we don’t focus much at all on the physically and emotionally injured that lie scattered about these scenes.
Oh, the nut in Nashua (he seems to have been another armed psychotic, but we’ll see) only managed to blow one person away; forget it; move on to today‘s bloody mess… We forget the maimed for life, the traumatized, the old people who snapped their legs trying to run, the children crushed by adults. We never bother thinking at all about, say, the owners and staff of businesses – like country clubs! – that labor every day to sustain an environment of calm, beauty, and sociality… sure, even of snobbery… and the whole point of the enterprise is its non-chaos, its safety from the shooting gallery out there. Regard them this morning, after one hundred people ran screaming from a killer on their trim verdant lawn: Glass everywhere, bright red blood on the bright green grass, Adirondacks upended and pulled apart, yellow police markers and tape, abandoned phones and games… It’s the last scene of the Great Gatsby, except that this is a group scene; it’s not just some rich guy gunned down in his magnificent pool on his magnificent estate. It’s a whole raft of wealthy suddenly wrenched from a subdued and beautiful setting into the savage insanity that is Anytown USA.
Watch for these would-be safety zones to look more and more like (ha) armed camps.
