here we go again:
“Instructor killed when he’s accidentally shot with Uzi
by 9-year-old girl”
Let me run that by you again:
when he’s accidentally shot
by 9-year-old girl”
Happened at a place called “Bullets and Burgers“.
All they need to do is add “… and Face Painting” and it would be the perfect place to book a nine-year-old girl’s birthday party.
Could use balloon animals as targets.
Be prepared in case a bunch of squirrels start charging her house.
Or bad guys in black helicopters come to take away Mommy and Daddy’s antique Colt .22 single action pistol.
We’re dealing with two tragedies here, and that’s before we consider the victim’s family:
there’s an obvious one in a young girl who could still be a Brownie having to live the rest of her tainted life with the thoughts, the visions, the memories and the horror of a man having lost his life and likely a significant chunk of his brain matter at her precious, innocent hands.
If this were an adult we were talking about, the phrase “at their hands” would not be as disturbing. There might be some disagreement about the meaning of those words, but nothing in that phrase implies intent. Hopefully there is nobody who would even hint at a grain of speculation that this kid went to the place figuring to whack the instructor, but that doesn’t mean this girl will not assign herself a nonsensical portion of blame.
Kids blame themselves for their parents’ divorce all the time.
The media will hopefully never release her name either because of legal or moral considerations, but every little fourth or fifth grade kid in that girl’s school is going to know exactly who she is, they will talk to people who don’t, and not only do inquiring minds want to know, but for the right price they will find out.
If nothing else, the names of her parents might just be fair game especially if any criminal or civil legal action comes of this. Court records are often public just long enough for such information to make the rounds before the gag order is issued.
These parents (albeit of a little kid who’s barely into the first stage of puberty, for shit’s sake) were being responsible enough to take their little kid to a certified instructor to learn to shoot. At least they considered that aspect of their totally shit-for-brains decision, showing at least a modicum of responsibility, so give them some undeserved props for at least that.
How many parents would be so damned lame that they would just have taken the kid out into the woods somewhere and let them fire away at all their empty Lone Star cans?
At least credit this kid’s parents with having given some semblance of forethought to their brain-dead decision.
A decision their daughter will have to live with directly while they passionately deny having any culpability whatsoever.
There’s one other tragedy in this isolated episode:
teaching your child to shoot a weapon responsibly, even having the taught by a certified instructor, is one thing. It’s been done for years without incident. A “rite of passage” or an introduction to a valid sport.
But if you have either one or both of the parents deciding to put a fucking machine gun (the type used by Israeli intelligence, the Medellin Cartel and the 18th Street Crips) in a fragile youngster’s hands, it’s not a stretch of the imagination to presume those parents have little if any comprehension of or regard for the concept of common sense in relation to gun safety.
That basic concept is that you can never be safe enough.
Especially when you think you are.
Would it be that inconceivable that they have a shitload of over-kill stashed in their closets and underwear drawers?
Or that they see neither rhyme nor reason to prevent them from keeping those weapons locked and loaded at all times waiting for the Zombie Apocalypse or Obama’s Death Squads?
You want to teach your child to shoot an air rifle or even a 22 bolt action to keep the coyotes away from your chicken coop? Fine. But if you’re having them taught to use a fully automatic rifle, it’s likely a scenario far more disturbing you have in mind.
Or is it unreasonably conceivable that at least one of those parents is probably ready, willing and able to chalk it off as “an accident” (which is most assuredly was) as if they meant it wasn’t supposed to happen that way and it turned out to be a major fuck-up but being an accident means it’s really like it never really happened, really. You know?
Because it was an accident, right?
And she was just a little girl.
Well, got news for them:
anything that is not impossible is inevitable.
We’ve read about far too many genuine kids – not just “kids” in the fashionably sympathetic and pitifully condescending sense and in which the term is often employed – who have accidentally shot…
… (let’s see) …
… baby brothers? Big brothers? Uncles? Parents? Friends?
Tell you what: it’s just a matter of time before some kid accidentally discharges a weapon in the general direction of a police officer who would have been assigned a desk job if the force had ever gotten a formal diagnosis of the PTSD he brought back with him from Afghanistan …
… and all righteous hell breaks loose.
Before this story is played out, before we get wildly obsessed about the next celebrity suicide or Kardashian wedding, someone will end up asking if this poor girl’s parents should be held responsible for the death.
I don’t see how anybody could look at them as having been “responsible”.
Take a look at the word: “responsible”. I take that to mean “having the ability to respond accordingly and appropriately”. Or words to that effect.
They took that factor out of the equation once their daughter’s finger was anywhere near the trigger.
Can they be held accountable?
To an acceptably uncomfortable degree …
While it’s vital that the girl grows up understanding the simple fact that nobody can be held entirely to blame, it’s equally imperative that her parents – and, by extension, other parents – recognize and acknowledge their part in setting up this unforeseeable (if not entirely unexpected) tragedy.
I’m not, per se, a “gun control advocate” (while I strongly support a reasonable system of regulation that doesn’t stop at some wildly grandiose and self-serving, pudd-whacking interpretation of the Second Amendment), I do favor the appropriate amount of common sense restrictions.
But hey, Wayne …
hey, Nugent …
hey Magnum P. I. …
let’s face it …
shit happens, huh?
don’t kill people …”
… yeah, whatever.
One day later…
And the body ain’t even fucking cold yet.
And just as a afterthought here, I wonder how many parents would gladly pay good money to have their pre-teen kids taught gun safety but would shit their red, white and blue panties if that kid – as a Junior in High School – had their teacher tell them about condoms.