“I carried a loaded gun into a nightclub and the gun accidentally discharged,” Plaxico Burress told about 100 kids courtesy the Urban League of Broward County. “I ended up shooting myself, my own self, in the leg.” Clearly, the ex-con, ex-NFL player doesn’t read TTAG. If he did, he’d know there’s no such thing as an “accidental” discharge. And even if there was, it’s not the gun’s fault. Still, Plaxico’s rehab from his gun charge jail sentence is well under way—at least from the PR perspective. “I was playing professional football at the time. I had just won a Super Bowl. I had just received a brand-new contract. I had just signed a shoe deal with Nike. The choice that I made, basically it took everything away that I worked so hard for.” And that choice was . . .
Not detailed, specifically. At least by the Washington Post. Which is a shame. If Burress hadn’t jumped in bed with The Brady Campaign to Prevent Gun Violence, he could have stressed the importance of our gun rights, both in and of themselves and relative to our other cherished freedoms.
Plaxico could have told the youngsters that his actions endangered his family, by pissing on his right to armed self-defense. He could have said that he should have researched and followed his local, state and federal guns laws.
Mr. B could have spoken about gun safety, including the four cardinal rules. He might have said a thing or two about properly securing your firearm when carrying concealed.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t have told them about taking responsibility (the club security let me through) or living up to his obligations (he arrived at the FL event two hours late).
Anyway, from ending prepositionally to double negatives, Burress has this irony-free inspiration thing wired. “Don’t let no one tell you what you can’t do.” Does that include gun laws? Apparently so.