Showing posts with label HPD. Show all posts
Showing posts with label HPD. Show all posts

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Why We March?

I spent my Saturday marching through downtown Houston with a bunch of teenagers.

As I stood on the hill in Tranquility Park listening to young adults, and some straight up children, plead with the adults that run this country to keep them safe, I thought about the idiocy of arming teachers. At one point, a fifth grader moved me to tears as he stated, without any doubt in his voice, that he would stand in between his classmates and a gun man if it would save them.

"I've already lived a pretty good life..." said Desmond Floyd, all ten years of him.

These kids have PTSD from going to school. They talk about watching doors and windows, about planning for the worst possible scenario every second that they are at school, about being worried about catching a bullet instead of catching a bus. I do that shit because I'm a combat veteran. They do it because they're American children. This is not normal. This is not right.

And as this young boy spoke, with police snipers overhead, a helo circling, and what seemed like the entire Houston police department surrounding us, I imagined a teacher in an urban combat situation surrounded by kids.

Walk through this with me:

- Scenario 1 - Shooter in hallway. Teacher in classroom. 


50 children in a small classroom. Teacher and shooter exchange fire through the doorway? What's that look like? Messy. A 9mm handgun versus an ak-47/ar-15 in a small space while you're trying to take careful shots and the rifle wielder is just fucking spraying? Good luck.

15 rounds, MAYBE, versus 30 rounds AT LEAST. How many magazines are we giving these teachers? Is the teacher wearing a vest? Is the gun in a holster on the teacher's leg or locked in a drawer or closet? Where are the spare mags?

Likely outcome = Gunman gets extra gun, more children killed in crossfire than if they'd just locked down in place. 

- Scenario 2 - Shooter and teacher in hallway.


How long is a school hallway? The maximum effective range of a 9mm pistol is generally about 50 meters, definitely so in a combat situation with a moving target and non-combatants in between and behind, so it's already useless. The maximum effective range of an AR-15 is about 500 meters POINT target. That means that a skilled shooter can hit you in the eye at 300 meters.

Likely outcome =  Gunman gets extra gun, more children killed in crossfire than if they'd just locked down in place. 

- Scenario 3 - Shooter and teacher in classroom.


Ever wanted to kick a teacher's ass? Ever had a teacher than you absolutely hated and you knew that you'd kick his ass in a fight? Imagine if he had a pistol. Any other measures, metal detectors, resource officers, video surveillance, are all made completely moot.

Likely outcome = You've just armed your gunman. You bought him the gun, loaded it, put it in his classroom, and then prodded him (Where's your assignment, Billy?) into grabbing it. Now he's free to go from classroom to classroom grabbing guns like it's team fucking deathmatch.

- Scenario 4 - Shooter(s), teachers, and resource officer.


Cop shoots teacher. Gunman shoots cop. Gunman now has three guns and the cops are confused who he is while they roam hallways full of running students and armed teachers trying to find someone that looks like either of them with a gun. And if you had multiple shooters on top of that?

Likely outcome = Absolute fucking carnage.

The scenarios just get dumber from there.

Arming teachers is a fucking stupid idea. In Iraq, we didn't let people get within 5 meters of us because hand to hand is a toss up... But, sure, a teacher should be fine. All teachers are bigger and stronger than their students, right?

They needed fucking snipers so a child could speak into a microphone in a park in downtown Houston steps away from Ted Cruz's office and across the street from city hall... But throw a school teacher a gun and the whole school is safe?

Nah.

Fuck the NRA.

- Soos

P.S. - If Killer Mike doesn't get his shit together I'm done with Run The Jewels and they're my favorite group. I will not support someone that supports the NRA. Period.

Out.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Shining a light on Darkness

Since I've spent so much time talking about the scourge of "white genocide" lately I wanted to use this Sunday post to bring awareness to another terrible issue that plagues the citizens of the United States - Unicorn rustling.

Every year, thousands of unicorns are stolen from their enclosures. Nowhere is safe.




Zoos.


Stables.


Even backyards.

Law enforcement's response has been basically nonexistent. Said one officer that I totally just spoke with, "Um, unicorns aren't real... And if you keep calling me I'm going to charge you with obstruction for wasting my time.". Really, officer Macmillan of the Houston police department? Then what do you call this?!


This is Frank. Frank is my unicorn. I keep him in a secure, undisclosed location because of the tremendous danger that he faces from unicorn rustlers. We live in fear everyday that they will come for him and his precious, magical horn. The police don't care. The city council? They laughed me out of their meeting! They told me "Bring Frank here and we will acknowledge the existence of your "unicorn".". They even did the air quotes. I'm not a fool, council woman Karla Cisneros. I bring my unicorn to the meeting and then what? He gets rustled, that's what. Not on my watch.

And to those calling this fake - If the picture is fake, why did I make it so blurry? Checkmate.

So, why the inaction? Why the blue wall? What is really going on? Well, hold on to your hats, folks, because this is where things get a little unbelievable.




Meet Houston's new police chief, Art Acevedo. Prior to his posting here in Houston Acevedo was Austin's police chief. At the time I write this Austin does not contain ONE SINGLE UNICORN. They're all gone. Every single one. Why would Acevedo do this? Why has he declared war on unicorns and those that love them?

I put it to you that Art Acevedo is none other than...



THE LORD OF DARKNESS!

That's right. Ever see him in the sun? Nope. The Lord of Darkness has returned, this time in Texas, and he is once more trying to kill the light to cement his rule over us all.

He's been here a year, but already the terrible damage that he has done to this city is apparent. Drive around Houston all you want and you will find no unicorns. Only the empty fields that once contained them and sad, unicornless people in need of rescue. Our city is under siege by Darkness, and his goblins, and no one is doing a thing about it.

We must secure the existence of our unicorns and a future for mythical beasts.