Archive for May, 2009

OKC Pharmacist self defense shooting turning into a murder trial

Saturday, May 30th, 2009

Xavier provides the write-up and includes a video of the security footage.

Short story: Two perps come into the pharmacy and at least one of them pulls a gun. Pharmacist shoots one perp in the head with a .380 Kel-Tec which takes him out of the fight and onto the floor. The 2nd perp rushes out and he gives chase for a bit. Returns to the store, walks by the 1st perp with his back turned, possibly retrieved a 2nd handgun (Taurus Judge) at this point, or maybe he had done it earlier, and then shoots the 1st guy 5 more times in the stomach killing him.

Prosecutor charged him with first degree murder a few days later. Days after that the prosecutor is also charging 3 accomplices with murder after further researching the law.

Three things:

The first is that I’m amazed the prosecutor had to do any research to see if he could charge the accomplices. I thought felony murder charges were pretty much law school 101. If somebody dies while you’re pulling a felony job off you get charged with murder. I figure the prosecutor is either a doof, which would be a good thing for the pharmacist, or just really thorough, which would be a bad thing for the pharmacist.

The second is that I think we have a pretty good object lesson here in what not to do in a self defense shooting. It may turn out OK for the pharmacist in the end, but blabbing to the press was a really bad idea because I’m hearing the story is a little inconsistent with the video. Further, with no audio to go with the video we have no idea if any verbal commands were given to the 1st perp to stay down, etc. This is why you want to call 911 and get a recording rolling ASAP. In the video we see no sense of emergency or fear from the pharmacist. It looks like a silent execution. That won’t play well in front of a jury. His willingness to turn his back to the 1st perp also doesn’t look good, and in my opinion is a tactical error to boot. Hell, just leaving the store was a bad idea.

The third and final thing: This is another example of why you shoot for center of mass. I realize that with a tiny P3AT in his hands and under stress he was pretty lucky to get a shot to land anywhere, but once again we’ve seen a .380 smack somebody in the head and not disable them. The human skull is a tough thing to get through and pistols won’t do it on a regular basis. While “gunshot to the head” sounds like a really uber serious thing to suffer, in reality the 1st perp was knocked down by blunt trauma to the head with about the force of an angry 8 year old boy wielding a ball peen hammer. Well, assuming the bullet performed the typical trick where they hit the skull and bounce under the skin never penetrating beyond 1cm trick that they tend to do with small caliber pistols and head shots.

Prop 8 Upheld

Tuesday, May 26th, 2009

The decision was 6-1.

I, for one, did not see that coming.

We Need More Power, Scotty!

Monday, May 25th, 2009

My in-laws were in town this weekend and we went and saw Star Trek as a group together. The wife and I had already seen it, but they hadn’t, and if I’m going to watch a movie twice this summer Star Trek would be the one. It’s a fun flick.

Thing is, I notice a common trend in my thinking when watching any movie with sci-fi based technology in it these last couple of years: Where the frick are they getting all this energy from?

Yes, I know it’s not real, but my inner nerd wonders just how we’re going to be able to accomplish some of this stuff, because mark my words: We will eventually.

The Iron Man movie is what started it. That goofy little ‘arc reactor’ is really the only thing we need to make that idea real, aside from it actually flying. The ground-pounding aspects of it are entirely possible though if we could create an endless energy source inside the suit.

As for Star Trek there’s a bunch of things we’d need to get there, and I’m comfortable with the idea that we’d be able to use some sort of massive nuclear reactor on a star ship, but what about the shuttles? Those things are nifty: They just hover above ground and slowly ascent into space. That’s going to require some kind of energy source we can’t even imagine yet.

Energy is a big topic right now, and when I look at the Sci-Fi world I realize that’s our next big hurdle in achieve some of these dreams.

We’ve already accomplished a heck of a lot when it comes to actually doing what Sci-Fi predicted a while ago. We’ve put men in space and on the moon. In Star Trek it’s a given that we can instantly communicate with anybody else we need to by simply pressing a button on our lapel and speaking into a microphone. On the anniversary of Gene Roddenberry’s death a few years ago I received a couple of ultra-cheap Bluetooth headsets in the mail and it hit me: We can do that now.

Hell, Transparent aluminium was fiction but it’s real now.

Mankind’s development of technology is increasing at an exponential rate. As a species we’re about 200,000 years old. Around 6,000 years ago we got keen on cooking our food and development really sparked up. Writing, language, religion, and governments sprang forth from that. We learned, we grew. It wasn’t more than 600 years ago that Columbus sailed the ocean to re-discover America. After that we figured out that Earth was round, and in today’s world what was once thought unthinkable (circumnavigation of the world) was almost achieved by the 17 year old younger brother of a former co-worker a decade ago.

Within 100 years of the first flight at Kitty Hawk we broke the sound barrier.

We are going to conquer space travel. I have no doubt about that. The only question is how long it will take. and I predict it’ll come about the same time we make a massive advance in energy production.

Shot a 25 in trap today.

Thursday, May 21st, 2009

Well, if you added up the scores of my two rounds that is.

The first round started off well, by my standards: 3, 3, 4, 4, and then… 2. Crap.

The next round? 2, 2, 2, 2, and 2.

I realized today that I really need to work on my mounting of the shotgun. It’s not consistent, and I think part of the problem is holding my head too far back from the action which requires me to look out the top 1/4″ of my glasses to get a picture on the bird. I have no real field of view.

The other thing I’m noticing is I have a real problem when a bird flies off to the right. Apparently swinging away from my center line to my strong side isn’t working. No idea why.

Ruger’s Surprise

Friday, May 15th, 2009

A piston-driven AR-15 in .223. MSRP: $1,995.00

I’m not terribly excited by this, and with that price tag? No thanks.

Does “Bridge Out” mean “Drive through my front yard” in some other language?

Thursday, May 14th, 2009

First they drive by one “road closed” sign then they come up to another with a nice big “BRIDGE OUT” tacked onto the front for good measure, and this one spans the whole road so there’s no way around then.

Then genius after genius decides that my front lawn makes a pretty darned good detour around that funny “BRIDGE OUT” sign, slips back onto the pavement and onto a freshly poured layer of asphalt ONTO A BRIDGE (of sorts) THAT HAS NOT BEEN CLEARED FOR TRAFFIC.

I really, truly, do not understand people.

Where’s my adamantium skeleton?

Thursday, May 14th, 2009

Sitting down in the basement just now and Chuck Norris, upstairs, in the master bedroom, starts barking at something.

*sniff* *sniff*

There’s a skunk in my backyard.

Went upstairs and closed the bedroom window so that the wife and I wouldn’t smell it all night.

Stroke

Wednesday, May 13th, 2009

My oldest uncle (56 years old as of today) had a stroke on Mother’s Day. Last I heard, which was on Tuesday, that there’s still a clot on his brain about the size of a grape and he was bleeding into his brain. The bleeding had slowed, but not yet stopped.

The good news: He has managed to walk around a bit already.

I’ll visit him again tomorrow and see how things are going. He was sleeping almost the entire time I was there on Tuesday.

D’oh: XBOX Fail

Saturday, May 9th, 2009

Yeah, turns out I can’t fix the damned thing. I let my ego take over when I was making that decision and it turns out the wife was right: I should have just sent in for repair. Now I’ve voided the warranty and haven’t a clue as to how to fix the thing.

Once again, I should have just listened to my wife.

A bit of Government Praise

Friday, May 8th, 2009

Earlier this week I noted some strange behavior from the local road construction crew in front of my house. I’m not sure why they left so early that day, but those guys have been on that thing like gangbusters since then.

So far they’ve got the culvert in place, and it’s really neat watching how they’re staging the whole thing. I don’t have day-by-day picture so I can’t really explain it, but it’s neat-o. Second, they did tear two holes in my yard, one about big enough to fit a ’70′s VW Beetle in, the other maybe a go-cart, but they filled it back up and even threw some grass seed on it for me.

I’m sure that will turn out well.

Snark aside, they’re doing their jobs and I’m sure my neighbor will appreciate not having a flooded basement any time we get serious rain.

Second, the wife sends me an email yesterday forwarded from Amazon.com saying that a package she recently ordered couldn’t be delivered by USPS. That was really odd because on that supposed day of attempted delivery (Wednesday) I actually saw the post man pull up, walked out of the house, watched him deliver the mail, and drive off before I got to the mailbox. He didn’t have any problem delivering packages that day. I checked the USPS website and the tracking info said the same thing: Attempted delivery but failed. So I head to the USPS website, plug in my info, ask that they attempt the delivery again, and enter in the comments box the story of me actually seeing the driver there.

Wife gets home Thursday and the package had been delivered. Likely around the time I was trying to figure out what post office actually handles our mail.

This morning I get voice mail from my mail handler and he’s a bit confused. He remembers delivering the package yesterday, doesn’t understand my comment, and I think he actually felt hurt. Upon receipt of the voice mail I called the number back, got somebody there, asked for ‘Ron’ but they couldn’t find him. Duh, he’s a driver. I should have told her not to look. I told the lady it’s no big deal, I just wanted to thank him for the call and the delivery. I then wrote a little note explaining that Amazon and USPS were telling us there was a problem with the delivery, tried to make sure it was clear THEY were the ones that screwed up, not him, wrote “Thank you for taking care of this!” and circled it. Taped that to my mailbox for him today. It was gone when I went to get the mail, so I guess he picked it up. I hope he appreciated that little thank you in there.

I’m half tempted to re-write the story of the time FedEx said they couldn’t find my house and then sent me a postcard via USPS, with my address on the front, asking me to write them back with my correct address, stuff it in an envelope, and tape it to the mailbox. He might get a kick out of that.