Also remember, things are newsworthy because they’re novel. US sees like 2 gun deaths per day and thousands due to insurance company malpractice, but this one death dominates newscycles.
Also remember, things are newsworthy because they’re novel. US sees like 2 gun deaths per day and thousands due to insurance company malpractice, but this one death dominates newscycles.
If I knew who he was, I wouldn’t tell a god damn soul.
i’d ask for lessons.
You just need the balls. It’s not a technically difficult feat if you plan well.
Most Americans are used to guns and many have served and be trained. I think I could do something like this and get away and I’ve never been around guns. If I was at a point where I wanted to do something like this then I would just plan meticulously. Anger can be a great motivator.
You also have to have the technical know-how and acumen to understand that your phone is a tracking device. Leave it at home. Your car also likely has a tracking device on it because car companies are selling that data. There are license plate cameras everywhere too, even if you drive a 90s beater. Also bullet ballistics is not a perfect science. You can also rebarrel your gun. You also want to have all this done years in advance so that when you decide you have a target, your purchases are hidden among a cloud of other things. If the gun isn’t yours, wipe it down and ditch it. Don’t leave fingerprints on the bullet casings. If they can’t place it in your hands at the time of the crime, then that leaves a reasonable doubt.
Maybe one knows who “he” is, but maybe one also knows other people looking somewhat similar. tipping the police to the other person makes one someone “spent” they wouldnt look into one further, because they must assume one to have “their” best interest at heart.
Shucksh that they’re watchibg this convo tho.
Dude would be like Spider-Man when Toby is unconscious, carried by the train passengers, and reunited with his mask. No one said a damn thing to anyone, just carried him to safety and let him go on his way!
Feels like it’s that time of year where being neighborly means baking someone a pie.