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In reply to the discussion: It's very simple: If you want new gun control laws, you need the cooperation of legal gun owners. [View all]Fumesucker
(45,851 posts)The last day or so is the first time I've posted much to DU in weeks, I"m close to fed up with the place myself, it's overrun with right wingers and if I wanted to listen to that crap all I have to do is talk to my neighbors.
I wasn't trying to insult anyway, it's my honest opinion that anyone who went out and bought a weapon similar to the one the Sandy Hook shooter used right after that incident is a ghoul. To desire something used to kill children is a ghoulish act.
I spent more years than I care to think about in a place that had Rush and a lot of the other right wing talk radio crowd on for most of the day, I'm very familiar with their ways and DU has absolutely nothing on them for nasty rhetoric. There's an example of their rhetoric up on the front page of GD right now: "Sandy Hook parents can go to hell".
If gun owners were more responsible we wouldn't even be having this conversation in the first place.
Are you familiar with negligentdischarge dot com? Some real eye opening stories there and some graphic images of self inflicted gunshot wounds.
http://negligentdischarge.com/
Here's one with a happy ending.
I came across your story and just wanted to say thanks for having the guts to tell it. It is an embarrassing one, and I can relate at least somewhat. About a year ago, I was cleaning my 1911 in the kitchen, wife wasn't home, she had our oldest with her and our baby was upstairs taking a nap, he was about a 16 months old then. I, for some reason, thought I had it emptied out, but never the less I aimed it at the floor, in a direction where I knew that even if I was wrong the penetration of the floor would only lead to the basement and a concrete floor. I even think of back stops when I am '100% sure' it is empty. I pulled the trigger, and it went off. Scared the hell out of me, and I imediately tried to figure out where the bullet had gone. I was sitting at a weird angle to where I was aiming and realized it had actually ricocheted off the carpet, through the let of the high chair, and into a wall. Exactly the direction I did NOT want it to go. Then I realized that our baby didn't cry upstairs, and went ice cold trying to figure out why the noise hadn't woken him. I can't even tell you the terror realizing that the wall the bullet had entered was right below his crib. Where it entered the wall I could see no way possible that it could have deflected again to an angle that would have gotten it up to him, but I didn't think it would have changed trajectory so badly off of a carpet either, so I wasn't ruling anything out. I went upstairs, more scared than I had ever been in my life. Went into his room, and hovered over him, he was sleeping soundly, little chest rising and falling as it should be, I even moved him a bit to hear him just start to wake to be sure, then let him settle back down to continue his nap.
I went back down to the kitchen, checked the outside wall of the house, no exit hole, dug around inside the wall from the inside and could see the bullet lodged in a 2x4 and was satisfied that it had gone no where that it could have hurt anyone.
Then I sat down realizing what COULD have happened, especially to one I love SO much, and I just cried my eyes out. Writing this now brings tears. I told my wife when she got home, cried again and told her I would only clean and handle at the range from there on out (unless of course there is an intruder). Talk about a wake up call. I felt like such a fool. Always thought of the folks who do this sort of thing as idiots who just arent thinking. Pride comes before the all I suppose, just as the bible says.