It is being reported that
a fourteen-year-old kid shot at two intruders who broke into the North Carolina
home where he was inside with his grandmother.
The two suspects broke in at 5:00 in the afternoon. Yup, right at dusk like two cockroaches in
the semi-dark.
You know what? The teenager killed one of those useless
bastards. Thank God for that.
I only wish he’d hit them
both, not because I want the boy to be scarred for life. I think the kid is a hero. Those assholes might have killed the kid and
that older woman. Instead, this young
man used his brains (and his training and his gun knowledge) and saved us some
endless supply of welfare and sympathy to someone who doesn't want to be a decent part of a decent society.
Sure, we’ll be paying for the scum’s brother, who got himself caught for
being a dumb-fuck, but one piece of garbage is now off the humanity dole permanently.
Do I sound radical? Is this the tune of a gun-toting nut-job?
Last night as I was
getting ready for bed, I heard a loud noise outside of my back door, mere feet
from where I was standing brushing my teeth.
It was a man’s voice, yelling violently and throwing things around. This was all seemingly happening right on my
patio, right there on my doorstep.
At first I thought it
might be the neighbors, annoyed at their little dog that sometimes wanders away
and takes its time returning to the front porch of its own home. But the voice, the pounding – it was too
threatening, too violent.
I crawled up the stairs
under the cloak of darkness, meanwhile burning bright every damn light
downstairs to present the illusion that lots of people were home other than
just me alone. I looked through the
sheer curtain from my son’s bedroom window and spied the new neighbors next
door having a heated argument. Someone
inside had slammed the front door and apparently locked all access to the
house. The man, tall and stocky, was
wailing on the front door as if his fists were battering rams, all the while
screeching his lungs out.
Somewhere in the
neighborhood another dog started barking, not the little sometimes-lost
dog. This enraged the man even more, and
he started yelling even louder. I crept
back and made sure all of my doors were locked, including the one coming up
from the basement.
And I honestly wondered how much damage the BB and air soft guns might muster should I need them.
As I read the story about
the boy and his grandmother being assaulted and invaded in near-daylight, I
remember how I felt last night, and I wasn’t really in any immediate danger …
unless the raging man saw me looking out the window. Then, my property and I would be in deep
shit. If he got that mad about a barking
dog mocking him, imagine what he’d do to a witness.
I understand how and why
that teenager felt the need to unlock that gun and aim it. I even understand how and why he fired
it.
This is what the world is
coming to, and I hope no stupid judge allows the mother of the brother-criminals
to sue for wrongful death. The kid will
have to live with this for the rest of his life – and he is alive because he
had the brains, the guts, and the reflexes to do what needed to be done under
extremely adverse conditions inside his own home.
I’m willing to listen to
other sides of the story. I’m
open-minded enough to take in another point of view, but bear in mind that I am
a long-time FID cardholder and an interested, hopefully soon-to-be licensed-to-carry
gun owner.
Last night nearly scared
the living daylights out of me. I’d
rather be cleaning someone else’s blood off the wood floors than being the
helpless victim to some useless piece of shit invading my home. I would hope that if it were my family, my
children, my loved ones, (or, God forbid, my students – your children) that I
would have the brains, the guts, and the reflexes to do exactly what needed to
be done, and to do it with precision and without compunction.
If self-preservation
sounds radical, then, hell, I guess I’m a radical. An “alive” radical, mind you, but a radical,
just the same.
