So...about that university crisis we had a few days ago. Seems it wasn't a real gunman, which is nice. However, a shot did ring out. On the pavement. From an AR. By a cop.
To write this, is to make me madder. I don't think I can write without...
FUCK. ME. IN. THE. ASS.
Who has their damn finger on the trigger when they aren't on target ready to kill?
Nothing pisses me off more than the press labeling something an AD when in all actuality it is pure headupassitis. UGH. Gah.
Boy, does that cop feel stupid now. He was on national news.
It didn't stop there. The next day, I went to a boot repair shop. Cutest damn place in the Heartland and way cool boots for sale and the dude does an old dying art which I am grateful for, because I had two really good pairs of shoes to repair which I haven't gone to pick up and I better do it before he sells them on eBay.
Anyway. I was admiring his American West purses which had the "secret" pocket to carry concealed. What happened? It's American West. Duh. $300.00. I have a wallet that cost $178.00. Don't worry. I paid 25% of that because it was on clearance. Best damn wallet I own. And really cool.
Anyboots. You know what the guy says?
"Lady, they aren't no damn good because you are going to blow a hole in your purse when you draw anyways and ruin it. "
I said, "WHAT?" I was like this picture....
Pokey was on vacation at The Mustang Ranch outside of Vegas, however. So, my conversation with Gumby continued.
The dude just went on and on how when you draw, you would blow a hole in the purse and he wished the designer actually made a holster inside the pocket so it was safer.
I just walked around and pretended I didn't hear that, because I was about to get on a soapbox about idiots and gun safety. Then, I decided he had my best pair of Italian shoes and I should shut my mouth.
So...does everyone in the world really think guns go bang all by themselves? Does everyone know if you drop a gun, it will not fire? Why, you ask? Because your fucking finger is not on the trigger. Guns don't have accidental discharges. Only nasty women working the red light district do. Ok. That was icky. Poke my eyes out with a stick, getting a visual, worked police work too long...saw too many hooker hoohahs. Stop!!! Get out of my head!!
Anygetyourfingeroffthetrigger, stop condemning the guns!!! It's the operator!!
Ok. Rant over. I know, Bob. Not what you thought.
I'm still pissed about the gun thing. Now we look stupid out here. In public. On national news. Thank you, Jesus, it wasn't a campus cop.