“The 26-year-old Coram woman arrested after shooting a high-powered rifle off her balcony at an apartment complex Monday evening has a young child — and told police she was shooting into a wooded area ‘for recreational purposes’,” newsday.com reports. “Suffolk County police said the woman, identified as Suzanne Pesola, of 405 B Dunston Place, [above] fired ‘multiple shots’ from a .9-millimeter High Point carbine rifle.” High Point high-powered .9mm rifle? That does sound like fun – as long as you wear a jeweler’s loupe when you load it and know your target and what’s behind it. Not to mention your local firearms laws. I wonder how they learned of the incident. Not through the rifle’s report, methinks.
Golf, as we all know, is a genteel, civilized game. One that requires an even temper and a steady disposition to survive a good walk spoiled with your sanity intact. Players given to screaming and club-tossing are looked down upon and don’t typically prosper when scores are tallied at the 19th hole. It’s a game of honor with its own rules of etiquette, a game in which players assess penalties on themselves. But if you’ve ever plied the fairways and greens in pursuit of pars and the occasional birdie, you know that few things can be more infuriating (and detrimental to your score) than slow play . . .
“The 45-year-old man, whom police did not name, was pulling his pants up in the restroom at about 2 p.m. when the gun accidentally discharged and the bullet grazed his leg,” journal-news.com reports. “The man had a concealed carry license to carry the Glock pistol, which did not have a safety.” While the chances of getting shot at Chick-Fil-A – whether by your own hand or someone else – are less than getting your arteries blocked by their terrifically tasty sandwiches and wicked waffle fries . . .
Most gunnies are more than familiar with the four rules of gun safety. And if you talk to RF for more than about five minutes, you’ll probably hear that in his estimation, there’s one safety rule that rules them all: always keep your muzzle pointed in a safe direction. It makes sense when you think about it. No matter what else may happen, as long as the gun isn’t pointed at someone you don’t want to shoot (as in a defensive gun use situation), at least no one will get hurt. But sometimes, depending on where you are, finding that safe direction can be difficult or darn near impossible . . .
Thanks to cell phone cameras, YouTube is lousy with teenage fighting videos. (Some would call it the rise of “thug life” but I couldn’t possibly comment.) Whether or not YouTube exposure is fueling the phenomena is an interesting question. Equally interesting: when is it OK to bring a firearm to bear to stop the a fight? Some of these fights are brutal. Some are fatal. Police are taught to adhere to the use of force continuum against aggressors. The general rule of thumb: you can use one level of force above the level you’re facing. If someone slaps you, you can’t shoot them. When it comes to guns . . .
Hephzibah (Georgia) Middle School resource officer Ashley Phillips is in hot water after leaving an unloaded gun in her purse in her police cruiser. Public Safety Chief Alfonso Williams stated that Phillips had just returned from vacation and had forgotten the gun was there. The problem arose when Phillips, who was allegedly handling a disciplinary action, handed her car keys to a, 8th grade student, George Moore, asking him to unlock her patrol car and bring her the ticket book inside . . .
Everyone screws up once in a while, right? It’s just that some boo-boos are bigger (and harder to heal) than others. “Matt Sinclair admitted to a Champaign County jury Tuesday that pulling a gun on a friend on an interstate highway as a prank was ‘absolutely’ stupid. … ‘My intent was to joke around with a guy I shared my office with 15 hours a day. Stupidity doesn’t cut it,’ he said in answer to questions from his attorney, Jim Martinkus of Champaign.” What ballistic boner did Sinclair pull? . . .
I know many people are a little sensitive about use of public restroom facilities while carrying a firearm. Until the day comes when American public restrooms have stall walls that go all the way to the floor, as Seinfeld’s George Costanza famously advocated, what to do about a firearm in a holster that may be easily visible to passersby or those in adjacent stalls will be one that vexes gun owners. Leave it in and try to cover it up or take it out and risk forgetting it? . . .
If hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, a disappointed grandparent isn’t far behind. Troy Don Gibbs of Chandler, Oklahoma attended his granddaughter’s softball game earlier this week, but the little slugger ended up riding the pine pony all day. After a couple of attempts to express his displeasure to the kid’s coach – in which other parents had to intervene to keep the peace – Gibbs made a third attempt to help her with her lineup card decisions . . .
Who among us hasn’t been so frustrated with their computer that they wanted to, uh, troubleshoot it with a volley of white-hot lead? “According to the Colorado Springs Police Department, officers responding last night to a 911 call about shots fired discovered that a ‘fed up’ Lucas Hinch took his computer into a back alley and ‘fired 8 shots into the computer with a handgun, effectively disabling it.’” We’d guess the problem wasn’t so much with the Dell hardware as it was . . .
As a native Rhode Islander, I know that the story is never the story. There’s always a story behind the story. Sometimes I’ll hold off reporting on a shooting to see how it shakes out. Blog enough gun news and you get a sense of these things. With that disclaimer aside, short of self-defense, there’s no excuse for firing a gun in the middle of a basketball game. philly.com tells the tale . . .
Let’s say you’re having a dispute with your neighbor. The ones with those noisy kids. As if the little brats don’t raise enough of a ruckus on their own, the idiots like to play with their dog, too…in their own back yard for God’s sake. And they let the mangy mutt run around off its leash. What they need is someone to teach ’em a lesson is what they need. So when the smart-mouth jerk “apologizes,” you know damn well he doesn’t mean it. That’s when you pull your trusty hog leg to let ’em know you mean *burp* bidness. Who knew the smart-mouth bastard would drop a dime on you? . . .