Scot Peterson was a guard at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School. On the day of the school shooting, he was on duty. He was armed. And yet, when shots rang out, he did not enter Building 12. He stayed outside.
Scot Peterson is being criticized. When asked about his deputy’s reaction, Sheriff Israel said, “Devastated. Sick to my stomach. There are no words.”
Here’s a couple words: scared, frozen by the sound of an AR-15, human.
Do you think Scot Peterson’s wife would rather her husband was ashamed or alive?
Did he make the wrong decision?
How would you know?
The right decision is for the rest of us to shut down the NRA and get these killing machines off our streets. There’s nothing brave about running into the line of fire.
What takes real guts is amending the 2nd Amendment. To that end, please allow me to be clear, at the state level, at the national level, there is no one with the balls to do anything, men or women. I hold this truth to be self-evident.
They did it in Australia. And yet, at a joint news conference yesterday, with President Trump and Prime Minister Turnbull, when a question finally came up about mass shootings, Turmbull did the slow dance to nowhere as Trump took his cue to end the charade.
Listen, Australia is far from perfect. They’re guilty of genocide against the Aborigines and their immigration policy is a white nationalist wet dream. But when it comes to figuring out a thing or two about how to end mass shootings, I’d be proud to call Turnbull my “Mate.”
“100 Years of Mateship,” both men kept tossing the phrase around like they were in a big dance number, falling in love with the sound of each other’s voice. But the only thing it really showcased was the affection Trump has for shoveling bullshit and Turnbull has for gobbling it up. It was an infomercial for war, Mate.
“Offensive Capability” is a fantasy, a sick fantasy. Ask Scot Peterson. It sounds great at a press conference. But when there’s an AR-15 ringing in your ears, it’s a rapid fire tap dance to Hell.