I never understand the argument "if x person had a gun, it would have stopped the whole thing before it started."

In this example, the lunatic had a car and the victim had a car - so they have approximately equal "weaponry". The lunatic clearly used his weapon with utter disregard for anyone's safety and without warning. I'd like to know why people think that raising the weaponry stakes would change anything. Let's rewind the whole situation and without any hindsight give both of them a gun. Now the victim would be dead because he had no idea of the danger he was in until it happened, and if a gun was involved then that would have happened and been over very fast.

I have been accosted in my car about 4 times now (i travel to uni, it's an occupational hazard) after having to brake hard from someone's poor driving (for example). In that situation i am the one who is entitled to be aggrieved, if i had a gun then of course i wouldn't use it - because i am not going to shoot someone for driving like that and rightly so because i'd go to jail.

So the mad person is always going to shoot first, and he's always going to have the initiative of knowing what's going on and what he needs to do.

Why is escalation EVER a solution? We don't say it about nuclear warheads? Surely if everyone had a nuclear warhead we'd all be a lot safer. It might seem ridiculous to say that but why do people think it's good to upgrade the madman's potential weapon from a car to a gun!?

>> ^peggedbea:

who meets someone on the street and then runs up stairs, has sex with them real quick and is then surprised when they turn out to be something you didn't really want? this is an occupational hazard, all good sluts know that.

Thank God! The voice of experience!

who meets someone on the street and then runs up stairs, has sex with them real quick and is then surprised when they turn out to be something you didn't really want? this is an occupational hazard, all good sluts know that.

>> ^Sagemind:

Red foxes are predators that instinctively hunt birds, small game and animals as large as sheep. goats and small calves. It is doubtful it could be trusted around small children and definitely not other pets.


You could say this about -every- dog in the entire world. I wouldn't trust my Jack Russles alone with my cats or my young nephews even though the dogs are good natured, they are still animals. Think we should mass kill every single dog? Extreame, but a damn good point. This fox was obviously rescued as a pup and the owner has shown it such love. I applaud. Foxes have a horrible stereotype, remember that we made foxes what they are by extending our towns and cities further and further into the countryside, making a huge mess as we go. Theres bound to be urbanised foxes, because lets face it, routing through bins is going to be easier than catching your dinner.

And foxes don't go for fully grown healthy sheep it's too much effort and a waste of time. They're cunning, remember, they'll only go for the easies. The sick and the old and the newborn. Yeah it's a pain, but it's an occupational hazard for anyone keeping lifestock.

Nice to see that they didn't stomp/kick the guy in the head/chest in the heat of the moment. Not defending the guy, death/brain damage is an occupational hazard for a robber, a comment on humanity.

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Agains, thanks!

Boohoo, cry me a river. Occupational hazards!!

>> ^MycroftHomlz:
This reminds me of the time I went to a haunted house with some friends.
Anyway, I was trashed out of my gourd, generally not a good idea at a haunted house, but I was a teenager so wtf, right. I see this skeleton like creature in the corner. I look at it a while.
I think to myself, "I bet that is a person, and I don't think they see me..." So, I figure that I am going to sneak up on them, see. Scare them, turn the tables if you will.
The skeleton start sneaking up on one of my friends. I sneak up real close, and prepare to yell, "Boo". Well, I raise my hands, and right as I yell the skeleton turns, yells, and their upper body collides into my outstretched hands.
Turned out, it was a lady skeleton. And she was none too pleased that I scared her, and copped a feel of her lady parts.

she damn well knew the occupational hazards involved with scaring people. Screw her and the skeleton horse she rode in on.