National Review Online Writer's disgusting Statement on shootings

John Derbyshire

Tuesday, April 17, 2007
"Where was the spirit of self-defense here? Setting aside the ludicrous campus ban on licensed conceals, why didn't anyone rush the guy? It's not like this was Rambo, hosing the place down with automatic weapons. He had two handguns for goodness' sake—one of them reportedly a .22."

"At the very least, count the shots and jump him reloading or changing hands. Better yet, just jump him. Handguns aren't very accurate, even at close range. I shoot mine all the time at the range, and I still can't hit squat. I doubt this guy was any better than I am. And even if hit, a .22 needs to find something important to do real damage—your chances aren't bad."

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shooting.:evilgrin:

Amazing, Keith and I think the same. I submitted this right before he said it.

I almost never use this smiley, because I'm rarely shocked by anything, but...

:wow:

I think the subtext here is pretty clear, now that the little nerdy Asian shooter has been revealed, yes? "You mean to tell me no strapping non-Macaca Virginians could take this &%$#*@ out?" That's what he's saying, really.

a .22 probably looks just as big as a .45!
But I thought about the same thing. Why didn't anybody rush the guy when he wasn't ready to shoot? From what I understand, he wasn't exactly big.:shrug:

If he had been trying to hijack a plane, he would have been torn to pieces.

People haven't learned yet.

It wasn't "just a .22" it was a Walther .22 semi-automatic. And the other was a Glock 9mm semi-automatic. What a dipshit asswipe.

His writings confirm it.

for his ma if someone had his rusty dusty on the business end of a gun. It's real easy to say what some shoulda, woulda, coulda done when your candy-ass is sitting behind a keyboard.

Somehow, they never put themselves in position of danger. Fancy that.