Dept. Of Righteous Shootings

Is there a man alive* who doesn’t get the Warm ‘N Fuzzies from reading this?

The St. Louis Post-Dispatch notes that the alleged robber entered the store and “announced a robbery.” He then allegedly put a knife to the clerk’s throat and demanded money from the cash register.

At one point during the incident a customer who had just exited the store looked through the window and saw the suspect allegedly dragging the clerk “while she was screaming.”

The customer grabbed a pistol from his vehicle, went inside, and confronted the suspect.

The suspect then allegedly walked toward the customer, holding a backpack in outstretched arms and saying, “I have something for you.”

The customer opened fire and the suspect collapsed.

The suspect was pronounced dead at the scene.

When all you can complain about is the grammar (“exited the store”?), it’s a happy day indeed.

Well, except for the “alleged” goblin, but fuck him.


*unless you’re in the Uvalde Police Department, that is.

Dept. Of Righteous Shootings

Most of the time, Righteous Shootings take place inside a house, as a homeowner protects life and home against the predations of goblins intent on unauthorized property redistribution and / or unwanted sexual advances, etc.

But this is America, where a mall can also feature such an event:

Breitbart News reported that a suspect opened fire in the Greenwood Park Mall food court around 6 p.m.

The attacker was able to kill three people before a 22-year-old armed citizen intervened, shooting the attacker dead.

Bravo, kid.  We’re all proud of you.  As are the police:

Greenwood, Indiana, police chief Jim Ison described the 22-year-old who shot and killed a mall attacker as the “hero of the day.”

You betcha, Chief.  Only in some disgusting country (e.g. New York) could someone be arrested for doing something like this.

However:

The Simon Property Group, which owns the mall, states in its code of conduct that no weapons are allowed at their shopping centers. The policy was last updated in April 2020.

Bet they’re glad someone broke their pissy little rule now.  And they are:

“We grieve for the victims of yesterday’s horrific tragedy in Greenwood. Violence has no place in this or any other community. We are grateful for the strong response of the first responders, including the heroic actions of the Good Samaritan who stopped the suspect.”

Uh huh.  I’ve seldom obeyed the “no weapons” signs anyway, unless there are metal detectors inside.

Dept. Of Righteous Shootings

A couple of things occurred to me while reading this excellent report of some Midnight Rambler who got his body temperature lowered, but first, the facts:

A woman who lived next door to 26-year-old Justin William Wright woke up to find him standing in her bedroom after he broke in through a window. Then he attacked her.

Then she shot him, and then he died.

Now, if we were to give the Usual Suspects their moment in the sun, we would ordinarily be hearing wails of “Why didn’t she just shoot him in the leg?” and all that twaddle.  But of course we won’t hear that because DoublePlusEvil Man was involved, and she only a Pore Helpless Victim.

And yes, as the article points out, this was another example of someone being killed by someone they knew.  Well, yes.  And I’m willing to bet that even outside gang shootings (where everyone knows everybody), this kind of thing is more prevalent than the bald stats show.

Finally, score one for those people like me (and all my Readers) who want women to be armed, precisely in case of this kind of neighborly activity.

Dept. Of Righteous Shootings

Texas, baby.

There was nothing much to do at the scene, but to pronounce the suspected male dead.

And the details are even more tasty.  I love it when jealous assholes threaten women with violence and get ventilated.

Of the hundreds of women I’ve taught to shoot, nearly half were under threat from a jealous ex.  One was in such imminent danger that I gave her my Ruger Speed Six to take home with her that very day.

And when the asshole showed up a week later, she drew down on him and he ran like a frightened rabbit.  She never saw him again.

Hi, Patti.

Dept. Of Righteous Shootings

Here’s the story.  You’re treating an apartment complex’s parking lot as your own personal racetrack.  Some residents tell you to quit, because there are kids playing in the area.

You take umbrage at this infringement on your liberties and drive off, fetch your trusty AR-15 and start popping off at a crowd of people hanging out in said parking lot.  Being a lousy shot as well as a terrible driver, you miss everybody.

Then some woman decides to return fire with her handgun, whereupon you lose all interest in the proceedings because she’s a better shot than you, and you’re bleeding to death in your car.

I think I got all the salient details, but go here just in case.