This time of year our school shooting team gets together, I bring several guns into our local school and teach the kids how best to participate in school shootings. This year I had 15 boys and girls in class – a pretty good percentage of the total enrollment in our small town high school.
As part of the class, which consists in large part of excerpts from the NRA Basic Home Firearm Safety course, I ask them to state some of the various reasons one might own firearms. One of the girls chimed in with, “Space alien invasion?!”
I like these kids. I didn’t bother to point out that their puny, crude, chemically powered kinetic energy weapons would be no match for the phase modulated space-time disrupters of the enemy.
Earlier, I had asked my daughter if she planned to join the trap shooting team this year, but she declined. After last night’s class, she asked me how it went, and now I get the impression that she is having second thoughts; “But I can’t shoot well enough.”
“Well, you know I can teach you, and you’ll be as good as most of the others after one day…”
“But now it’s too late.” Which it is– they need to have already passed their hunter safety class.
So next year I figure she’ll be right in there. We’ll see. Several of her friends are already avid participants in mass school shootings (some of the meets involve well over a hundred shooters, from several school districts). I bet you don’t see those trap meets covered in your local news station sports reports, do you?
ETA; The kids seemed to respond well to the variation; “Keep your booger hook off the bang switch”. I associate it with Uncle, but I don’t know for sure where it originated.