homecomfort wrote:doesn't look like any of the 290 million or so hand guns all you "heroes" carry , did any of the latest victims "again" in Colorado any good. Louie Gohmert said some card carrying hero should have stood up and started firing back at the domestic terrorist, who was wearing body armor and in a dark theater.
Louie Gohmert is a cousin of Gomer Pyle.
Picture these 5 citizens:
A, B, C, and D are fine upstanding people carrying their licensed concealed weapons.
E (for Evil) is not a fine upstanding person but bought a few semi-automatics anyway because even though he is only marginally sane that doesn't disqualify him from legal weapons purchases.
E, one sunny afternoon, starts offing grandmas and their grandkids in a WalMart parking lot.
A hears the gunfire, sees what is happening, pulls his gun and shoots at E but misses.
B is at WalMart with his young family. His wife, with natural motherly instincts, grabs the handles of the stroller and says, "Come on! Take the children's hands, and let’s go toward the gunfire and the screaming!" Like Hell she does! B and she and the little ones scooch down and make tracks in the other direction.
C, not burdened with an overprotective wife, runs toward the screaming. He sees E duck behind a pickup truck, sees A fire again and kill Spartacus, a black Lab sitting in the bed of the pickup. C is a dog lover, and he naturally assumes that A is the bad guy who is attacking E and has just killed man’s best friend. So C lets fly with three shots. Two hit members of Miss Smith’s kindergarten class. One wings A and knocks him down. A, realizing now that there are TWO bad guys, gets behind a concrete light base and takes another shot at E.
Finally D arrives – it’s about time! – comes up behind E who he thinks is under attack by gang members A and C. “I’ve got your back!”, he shouts to E, who immediately turns and put a bullet in D’s stomach. D goes down, but still has his gun. He thinks E shot him by mistake, assuming he was part of the gang, so he continues to shoot at A and C.
Far-fetched? I don't think so.
Now a couple of police cruisers roll in. They see a few grandmothers down, a few grandchildren down, Mrs. Smith doing something (what?!) to some bleeding kindergarteners, and four all-American males apparently shooting randomly at one another. Gang war? Blow ‘em all away, and ask questions later? Or what?