Tuesday morning feel good stories
Our first story this morning comes from Illinois. The linked article is so poorly written, let me try and translate what happened here.
Three rambunctious youngsters went to a trailer park to confront the ex-girlfriend of one. After smacking her around, threatening her and damaging her vehicle, the three decided to assault her new boyfriend. They forced their way into the trailer and began a physical confrontation. The new boyfriend’s brother broke up the altercation with a warning shot. The three left the trailer, but one grabbed an axe from his trunk and went back threatening and brandishing the axe in a menacing manner.
The fellow with the gun put him down. When the police arrived, the injured fellow was still alive and remained that way until he got to the hospital. I’m pretty sure the girlfriend is willing to forget the whole thing and get back together with the fellow who attacked her now because that’s how you win back a lost love. With homicide.
The next story comes from Missouri and it’s pretty skimpy on details, but it looks like one fellow shot another who tried to pick a fight with the homeowner and the homeowner nipped it in the bud.
From North Dakota comes another skimpy story of a woman who scared off an intruder with a warning shot. I hope he doesn’t come back. It’s always better to scare them off with a gunshot wound to remind them about their poor choices.
In Arizona, where 25-year-old Denario Thompson was shot dead in his neighbor’s garage. Thompson went to have a discussion with the neighbor over some undetermined diffeerences. When the confrontation turned physical, young Thompson pulled his gun, the neighbor responded with his own gunfire. The neighbor was a better shot than Thompson, apparently because Thompson succumbed to his injuries and the neighbor was unharmed.
Category: Feel Good Stories
“The linked article is so poorly written …”
The article reads as if a monkey at a typewriter pounded it out. Whoever this alleged “writer” is, he needs to either go back to journalism school and this time pay attention in class, or get his money back because he learned absolutely nothing.
I agree. Plus I found it difficult to remember all of the names mentioned in the article.
‘dying up against’?????
Is that like ‘washing up against’???
O. M. G. If these are byproducts of our education system, it explains why and how they find it difficult to find work. They don’t speeeka no inglayses.
Good grief. That writer really needs to go back to Mrs Lawrence’s 8’Th grade English class.
That is some of the worst writing I have seen from a “professional” writer, save for the lefties on DU.
My heart goes out to Claymore for having to read that crap.
That first one is in East St Louis. Not exactly where you want to go…at least not armed.
Hell they couldn’t even spell Belleville right. The one supposedly ‘in the military’ I suppose would probably be USAF with Scott AFB being just a few miles from there. If he actually is in at all.
In the first story, it wasn’t an axe he was swinging. It was an “axle” according to the female witness.
Who was this guy? The “Big Show” from WWE? Seven Foot tall and 450 pounds? No wonder his partners couldn’t lift him into the truck.
Damn Claw, you beat me to it.
Neener, Neener, Neener. You snooze, you lose.
Have a good day, buddy.
“The three left the trailer, but one grabbed an axe from his trunk and went back […]”
Actually, the article says he grabbed an axle from his trunk. I guess his daddy never told him, “Darwin, now don’t you never bring no axle to no gun fight!” Very sad. Can I get a tissue?
Down Arizona way, it’s not the fastest draw, it’s the steady hand that wins the gun fight. Unless, that is, the fastest draw is also the county fair’s sharpshootin’ champeen. I guess I never figured out what it was best to be from watching westerns.
The Army taught me, clean your weapon and know it inside and out. Then taught me to shoot, true and deadly. Then, to shoot until the threats are no longer threats. If I wasn’t shooting, be moving and reloading then shooting again. Repeat, until the threats are no longer threats. Never had to be the fastest. Just the better marksman.
Some of these people sure have interesting neighbors.
We had one like that. He got drunk one day and went after our son and his friend when they rode by on bicycles – with a leaf blower.
There’s lots more with that story, but it has a great ending. During a neighborhood garage sale, his wife stood in the yard screaming at him about his infidelities and their impending divorce, in front of dozens of people. I’m sorry to say that we were out that morning and missed it. Our other neighbor said it was quite entertaining.
Boy, the guy who wrote that article from Illinois really does need an education. Maybe I could help Mr. Sells to become a better writer. Here’s a clip.