Skylar
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Wow! AMAZING we've survived this long as a country with crazy ass lunatics like aris2fuck being part of our nation!Except everyone obviously knew it was not a bomb. The kid didn't call it a bomb. No one in a position of authority treated it like a bomb.
They didn't evacuate the building - if the school's policy is to leave the students in the building WITH something that may be a bomb, there are bigger issues.
They didn't call the bomb squad - so the people on site obviously new it was not actually a bomb.
They took the kid AND the bomb to the school office - if they thought it was a bomb, this is reckless endangerment on a serious scale.
So the device was never actually seen as dangerous.
If he walked into school with a handgun that had the pin removed, would you expect the police to show up and arrest him?
It would not matter that there were not bullets or pin.
Kid showed up with a hidden "home made" timing device to school. It did not look like a clock, it was inside a case, like a brief case. It was not in a see though plastic box that you can see everything in side. The school and class did not know what was in the case till the timing device went off.
No one know there was not more to the device or if it released some chemical till it was examined and the boy had explained.
Police had to show up and had to take the boy to the station. No charges, but it could have been a dangerous situation.
Why is the boy going to the white house if is father is running for sudan president? Obama endorsing him? He won't interfere in syrias election of getting a mass murder out of office, but he will invited a boy and his father to the white house? Father will take a picture with Obama and put up fliers in sudan?
Perception in politics in a country where everyone does not get detailed news from around the world except a few towns and via internet, maybe
something stinks
What an embarrassing comment aris2fuck! I know you don't have the mental capability to understand why, but what you posted makes you look like the biggest fucking clown of all time!
GFY you clown!
Dick-head... When I was in HS, I was absolutely dedicated to JROTC. Tired of the customary "Bang I got you..." "No you didn't!", "Yes I did!".
I spent many hours (when I wasn't pursuing my Masters, in Drinking Beer, Smoking pot and tapping ass) pursuing mach-weaponry that would allow combat operations with tangible means of denoting 'kills'.
My first design was to simply remove the ABC powder from 5lb fire extinguishers and replacing it with flour, then pressurizing it to 400lbs and Dear Reader... when the enemy camp came calling, there was absolutely NO DENYING that they'd been SMOKED by the mach-flame thrower. It was so effective that after the first outing no SW FL school would engage us, as we had obtained undeniable military superiority.
WELLLllllll.... Naturally, I turned my attention to the next level which would provide a would-be fire-arm along similar lines.
To make a long story short... I began the design process by designing the projectile... first. But no matter how I approached it, there was no way to make the firing device that didn't appear in every way, to be a firearm. Which I instinctively knew... would not be allowed, given the construct of my projectile, which was just a hollowed out 12Gg shell, with the charge diluted and a wad of cellophane wrapped flour. It worked beautifully...
But alas, I could not break through the 'firearm appearance' barrier. (I knew that some dick-head would load an actual shell into whatever I designed and injure or kill someone or themselves...)
So as time went on I began to get a lot of pressure from the powers that be to demonstrate the new weapon...
And I eventually had no choice, once rumors began that I had nothin'... so the day came when I assembled the troops (After School). I drove up, called a volunteer... and as I knew would happen a big kid who always volunteered for everything raised it hand.
I reached in the trunk... and held up a roll of 3/8ths hemp type rope. Told the volunteer and an assistant to wrap that rope in as many layers as the length would allow, from his waist to his pits.
They questioned "why", "Do as your told...". "Yes Sir!"
Next I set up the table with a demonstration of the new projectile. Explaining to the troops everything there was to know about it. And describing in detail the excellent results of the several tests... and that once deployed, there would be war-games with actual rifles and side arms.
OH! How they cheered...
"What's the weapon look like?", my Volunteer asked... . I turned... looked him straight in the eye and said... "Im about to show you, but before I do, I need to know that you trust me. "I trust you sir!"
"Good! Go stand on that mark.". "Yes Sir!". "Oh... Put this Field Jacket on... there won't be any ropes in the field!"
Everyone of the men began to nod knowingly, with my demonstrated understanding of need for 'real-time' considerations, impressed that we were sufficiently far along to consider such.
I gave a quick explanation on the difficulties of designing something that the School would allow, the safety factors and that I had had no luck in developing a reliable version, but that I had brought the prototype... for 'Demonstration Purposes Only'.
At that point I reached in my truck and pulled Dad's Side-by-Side, Breach loading 12Gg Shotgun.
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TO say that my Volunteer's "Trust" slipped... would be an understatement.
"What are ya gonna do with that Captain Keys?" he asked nervously.
Private Lipshitz... I am going to shoot you with it. Now stand steady... and trust me. If you've lost your nerve, you may step down!"
I knew that any reference to Lipshitz loosing his nerve would brace him... and as if on que... he Snapped to Attention. "No Sir, I am ready!"
The troops were caught somewhere between 'No fucking way' and 'We're going to jail...", but SCIENCE! must go on... the weapon had to be tested and they're the one's that forced me to test it early, anyway.
I called the assembly to attention... loaded the test cartridges... brought the weapon to my shoulder, gave steady aim to Private Lipshitz's field jacket and pulled the trigger on BOTH BARRELS! Striking Private Lipshitz precisely on target, leaving two mounds of severely embedded flour encrusted on the jacket. With no injury whatsoever, to Private Lipshitz.
INSTANT ADJULATION! Many congratulations... I gave a few words of thanks to the boys that brought the beer and dismissed the troops for a raucous debriefing.
The next day... I was in home room and as the usual mundane messages were being announced, suddenly the Principle's voice came over the PA, seemingly excited about something, requesting that I come to the office.
Huh... Ok. (He must have heard about the demonstration and wanted to congratulate me for it.)
As I turned the corner to the office, I saw my Senior ROTC Instructor sitting in the waiting rm... He was a frshly retired US Army Special Forces Major. A very serious fellow who was still very much more Green Beret, than 'teacher'.
"Keys! WHat the Fuck have you done NOW?"
Me? Nothing Maje... But I think you're going to be please!
"Shut the Fuck up, get over and tell me everything!"
Suffice it to say, he was decidedly NOT pleased... and became even less so during the 'meeting' with the Principle.
Sadly... neither saw the genius, nor respected the effort... both seemed flushed with the visions of Lipshitz guts being splattered all of the quad, had I just loaded up a standard shell... as IF I HAD NOT GONE TO THE TROUBLE OF MAKING SURE NO OTHER SHELLS WERE ANYWHERE NEAR THE DEMONSTRATION.
Well... alas, the technological development program was scuttled... and I spent the next few days engaged in every humiliating task that flittered through the Major's head.
But... I recently attended the Major's 80th birthday and I want you to know that in hindsight, he paid me the highest compliment:
"Keys... I spent 28 years in the Army. Two tours in Korea, 5 tours in Vietnam, 3 silver stars and two bronze stars and two purple hearts and you fuckin' terrified me. Everyday, it was a toss up: was I going to be fired or going to prison?"
So... that's the perspective from which I look at this kid.
Yeah, but you're insane.
Well, in a world where most people are intellectually unsustainable... the sustainable are seen as insane.
So... I'm good with that.
Or the ones sharing their murder fantasies for gays, rambling irrelevant diatribes about nothing, or claiming to speak for God. Those poor souls are definitely seen as insane.