You know exactly what’s gonna happen to this 80-year old guy, right? He’s going to come back in a future life. And he’ll have a minimum-wage job he hates installing religious billboards for a contractor that cheats him out of most of his wages.
One time my friend Bry said “I gave up trying to be right a long time ago.” Yup, Bry is wise beyond his years. The need to feel 100% right is a curse that just won’t go away. Especially when it comes to guns, God, and drugs.
Remember those school assemblies where a cop would walk onto the stage and then lecture you about the dangers of drugs he’d never tried? You’d sit there, hoping that some other kid would be brave enough to raise his hand and say “Excuse me officer, don’t you have crimes to be solving?” Well, at least I did.
I thought of this after reading a story about an officer giving an anti-drug lecture to kids at a middle school in California. His AR-15 rifle was mounted on a police motorcycle that, for some reason, was on display near the kids. Its placement was probably meant to give the guy that added little touch of being an authority figure.
So a kid steps up to the gun and pulls the trigger. Fortunately, upon exiting the gun the bullet broke apart when it encountered something, probably the officer’s massive aura of expertise. According to the police spokesman, two kids received “extremely minor injuries.”
It’s always a relief when avoidable injuries to children turn out to be “minor.” But the kids learned a valuable lesson – they now know there’s something far more dangerous than drugs out there. I’m certain of that.
My Mom and Dad made an agreement late in life that there would be no afterlife, which was another way of not saying “i’ll see ya later”. Later after Mom had checked out Dad admitted that he had secretly converted to Islam and planned to be a martyr (though he was a little vague on what he might do to achieve martyrdom). He said the agreement with Mom was just a ruse so he could take his shot at the promised 40 virgins with a clear conscience.
Perhaps the police officer needs a refresher course in gun storage and safety?
Of course, we can never be sure that the cop who came to school with a loaded rifle didn’t actually try a few drugs during a misspent youth.
Maybe that was why he brought the rifle along and put it where the kids could get at it. His brain cells were fried.
Now I’m one who likes to point the finger and our friend in the picture looks like he ate more than a couple of pieces of bacon. He looks like he really is enjoying life now!
I know, I don’t how I live with myself!