Dept. Of Righteous Shootings

So (via a link sent to me by my Reader Brad) a local choirboy sees an old codger working in his garage and decides it’s time for a little undocumented wealth redistribution. He breaks in through the window and threatens said old codger, demanding money.

Having no sense of humor about this kind of thing (we old codgers generally don’t), Our Hero pulls his gun and wastes the little fucker.

And because this happened in the United States of America and not in California, Massachusetts or New York, the old codger is not going to face any charges from the Gummint.

You can all stop that cheering, now. Me, I’m going to do a Happy Dance even though it’s 15 degrees Fahrenheit outside. I can always warm my hands on the AK-47’s barrel.


  1. A man reaches a certain age where he doesn’t want any drama. He doesn’t want to fight with anyone – and if forced to, he will not fight fair. He will not quit and there are no weapons he will not use.
    It is best to leave him alone with his coffee, bourbon and cigars. Don’t poke the old men. They will hurt you.

    1. Exactly. And you get to be an old person by not messing with old persons when you’re a young person.

  2. Yeah!
    But there’s always some hyena (read: lawyer) who’ll convince the choirboy’s family that they can make a bit of money, more easily and guaranteed than the Lottery, by suing in the Civil courts.

    1. His grandma will say that he was a good boy – always went to Sunday School, sang in the church choir, loved dogs and he was turning his life around and had just enrolled in Community College. Never mind that Jesse James was a pretty regular church goer and sang in the choir and anybody can and does go to college as long as they can get somebody else to pay their tuition.

  3. Kim,
    Thank you for posting the good news. I figured it would put a smile on your face, etc.

    Now for a shameless beg . . . and apologies in advance for hijacking the comments of this post . . .

    For all your readers on the north side of the greater Chicago region . . .
    I’m the co-organizer of this little social group:

    We get together about once a month for some good old fashioned shooty fun. Our next event is this coming Saturday morning, and there’s still space available.
    Questions about the group can be directed to me via the “meetup” messaging system.

    – Brad

    1. Brad,
      Hijack away. We’re old friends, so mi casa, su casa (if you”ll pardon my French).

  4. As I once said on the late Hognose’s website Weaponsman:

    Suicide, in the Ankh Morpork tradition.

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