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Murderers are So Dumb

March 11th, 2009 at 12:05 pm by Michele

It’s so simple folks. Spree killers just need to finally come to the revelation that murder is illegal.   It’s strange that murderers don’t know that killing is a crime, but apparently it’s true.  Maybe we need some billboards and PSA’s just to get the point across, also we need to make sure that people who own guns legally have them taken away just to drive the point home. Then all the children in all the land would go to bed safe and sound forever and ever.

Wow! I just read that in the U.K., tying up an intruder and setting him on fire is preferable to shooting him.  The British are so much more civilized than gun loving Americans.

I’m not sure that any of this post makes sense, but I feel like we’re currently living in some scene from Alice in Wonderland on a global scale, so I don’t think making sense is much of a priority anymore.


One Response to “Murderers are So Dumb”

  1. 11B40 Says:

    Greetings:

    I grew up back in the Bronx in the ’50s and ’60s. I was pretty much a city kid, but my father had a “summer bungalow” about 60 miles north in Putnam County where I was introduced to country life including hunting and fishing. As I entered my teens, our neighborhood began to “change” and various types of crimes began to occur. One day, I arrived home from school to find that our apartment had been broken into by burglars. I asked my neighbor to call the police and I went in to check the damage. Not very much later, the police arrived. They seem upset at me for having my Remington 500 rifle (22 caliber, 14-shot semi-automatic) in my hand. One asked if it was loaded; I replied if it wasn’t, I would have gone with my Lousiville Slugger (baseball bat).

    Later that night, my father, having talked to the police about the incident, pulled me aside and told me, “If you find someone in our apartment, feel free to shoot him, but then go into the kitchen and get the carving knife and put it in his hand.” This was what my mother used to refer to as one of my father’s “I’m not raising a child, I’m raising a man” moments.