On gun-weilding psychos and the inevitable consequences
Mind if I skip the already assumed condolences for those injured in the recent events and the usual required notes on gun-safety? Because I'm going to anyways, seeing as I have no real emotions to back those sort of statements up.
A girl stole a gun and shot people. Oh shock, oh horror, oh tragedy.
Now, correct me if I'm wrong here, but aren't we on some sort of supernatural afterlife prison cruise-liner? As in we've been gifted with an especially exceptional group of criminals chosen specifically from numerous times and places to join us here for reasons only known to the unknown?
And yet we're all shocked when people get shot?
And we're horrified even though everyone lived?
I know I'm still new aboard this floating festival of horrors-past, but I'd still wager my better of the two testicles that there's a lot of inmates on board that have done far worse in their time. I highly doubt a place like this caters to shop-lifters and jay-walkers. So beyond something like this being downright expected to happen at some point, shouldn't we all take a moment to sit back in awe of the fact that there isn't a closet filled with bodies stacked like cord wood involved? That those shot not only recovered, but that they weren't raped with kitchen utensils and their pets weren't deep-fried and eaten in the process?
As for everyone's favorite pass time, the blame game, I'd say that if anyone besides the gun-toting inmate-of-the-day should be hearing anything about this, it would be our dear Admiral. Because honestly, how safe is it to collect so many dangerous criminals in one place?
And how naive is it to expect them all to play nice. Gun or no gun.
I know I wouldn't blame Hitler's warden if the dead rascal was onboard and managed to sneak away in the middle of the night to whip up a baked potato in an oven fueled by any Jews, Gypsies and homosexuals he could get his hands on. The most violent tendencies of people are the hardest to control, and if we wardens could control everything our inmates did then there wouldn't be much need for this little eternal journey of redemption here, would there?
For the record, I've shot people before. I don't usually enjoy shooting people with guns that use bullets, but I enjoyed shooting these people. And they didn't live. Yet somehow... I'm a warden here. So maybe, just maybe, the message here is that bullet wounds happen, and life (or unlife) still carries on. The problem here isn't guns, it's motives. The real weapon here was this Elle girl and so anyone who cares to do something about it should turn their sights to actually convincing her she's done bad. If insults and judgments changed anything, I'd have been seen as the second coming of fucking Christ when I was alive.
A girl stole a gun and shot people. Oh shock, oh horror, oh tragedy.
Now, correct me if I'm wrong here, but aren't we on some sort of supernatural afterlife prison cruise-liner? As in we've been gifted with an especially exceptional group of criminals chosen specifically from numerous times and places to join us here for reasons only known to the unknown?
And yet we're all shocked when people get shot?
And we're horrified even though everyone lived?
I know I'm still new aboard this floating festival of horrors-past, but I'd still wager my better of the two testicles that there's a lot of inmates on board that have done far worse in their time. I highly doubt a place like this caters to shop-lifters and jay-walkers. So beyond something like this being downright expected to happen at some point, shouldn't we all take a moment to sit back in awe of the fact that there isn't a closet filled with bodies stacked like cord wood involved? That those shot not only recovered, but that they weren't raped with kitchen utensils and their pets weren't deep-fried and eaten in the process?
As for everyone's favorite pass time, the blame game, I'd say that if anyone besides the gun-toting inmate-of-the-day should be hearing anything about this, it would be our dear Admiral. Because honestly, how safe is it to collect so many dangerous criminals in one place?
And how naive is it to expect them all to play nice. Gun or no gun.
I know I wouldn't blame Hitler's warden if the dead rascal was onboard and managed to sneak away in the middle of the night to whip up a baked potato in an oven fueled by any Jews, Gypsies and homosexuals he could get his hands on. The most violent tendencies of people are the hardest to control, and if we wardens could control everything our inmates did then there wouldn't be much need for this little eternal journey of redemption here, would there?
For the record, I've shot people before. I don't usually enjoy shooting people with guns that use bullets, but I enjoyed shooting these people. And they didn't live. Yet somehow... I'm a warden here. So maybe, just maybe, the message here is that bullet wounds happen, and life (or unlife) still carries on. The problem here isn't guns, it's motives. The real weapon here was this Elle girl and so anyone who cares to do something about it should turn their sights to actually convincing her she's done bad. If insults and judgments changed anything, I'd have been seen as the second coming of fucking Christ when I was alive.