Now, now…
In Europe we have many problems, but not this one. I will give my opinion nonetheless: the problem is that they don’t learn. Anybody can make a mistake, even a stupid one like that. Shit happens. But that there is “an admin” for this facebook (!) group who speaks sympathetically of this guy after the accident, instead of leaving the group as quietly as possible, speaks volumes. He thinks it could not have happened to him, because he is smart. He probably thinks he is funny too.
Well, yeah, schadenfreude is kind of funny. But the joke is on them, the whole group. And that is what they do not seem to realize. There, I think, is the problem.
This.
I’m failing to remember the term to Google up some cites, but IIRC some hefty fraction of the online armed white supremacist movement apparently has a snarky witty ironic tone they like to take in their online communities. That guy who shot up Christchurch NZ was an online activist in that genre.
At any rate, that there’s an online group of these guns+nads = fun idjits and they’re canonizing this guy as their new patron saint is hardly surprising; it fits within the larger mold.
Which is another sign that human nature is too f***ed for words.
That’s just nuts.
As I shoot righty, I prefer a front crossdraw from the left. I also only use a proper holster is it is safely carried with minimal chance of discharge. Back crossdraw is ok, but with anything other than a small frame is uncomfortable for me.
And I am speechless at the sheer idiocy of pointing a weapon at anything one wouldn’t want shot.
Dr. Rag Fields “reviewed” video game injuries and death, including this one.
There’s some debate on whether accidental injuries and deaths have increased as a result of social media. If there was no one around, would he have pointed a loaded weapon at his … weapon?
Oh, nuts! I was going to post that, but you beat me to it.
Ever since I was a kid, I’d wince or grit my teeth at a movie or TV show where a “bad guy” would be apprehended and the “good guy” would take away BG’s gun, then stick it in the waistband of his (GG’s) pants.
And I’m a girl!
I could NOT understand the reasoning: here, let me take this gun and point it at my best friend!
Why not stick it in your back waistband? Then you only jeopardize a butt cheek!
~VOW
You should have said, “Oh, shoot!” 
Balls! You’re correct.
Somebody should join this group and suggest the goal for 2021 should be to “Aim Higher.”
He does have a spare, right? Everyone’s talking like he’s now a soprano, but the bullet didn’t hit one ball, ricochet off the crunchy almond center, and hit its twin.
No need to go ballistic!
(Dopers rifle through their mental filing cabinets for more puns, but they must be of a certain caliber.)
It didn’t hit either. It was through just the “sack” part.
Yes, when it comes to high calibre jokes vs. bad jokes, there’s a vas deferens.
Well played, nelliebly!
I’m working on something with “bore” or “bored” but I haven’t come up with the pun just yet.
Oh, is that all. He should put his injury to use. Hang a retractable keychain from it and never lose your keys! Enter it in a tractor pull! There’s a world of possibilities!
Or start his own church.
He’s “holey” now!
~VOW
Presidential run in 2024 coming up …
For comparison, the classic European Darwin Award featured two drunken peasants endeavouring to prove who was the most macho. The “winner” laid his head down and bet the one with an axe that he was not brave enough to make the cut.
This is not, in fact, an original test of manhood, having been famously undertaken by Cú Chulainn and other European badasses:
The troublemaker Bricriu once incites three heroes, Cú Chulainn, Conall Cernach and Lóegaire Búadach, to compete for the champion’s portion at his feast. In every test that is set Cú Chulainn comes out on top, but neither Conall nor Lóegaire will accept the result. Cú Roí mac Dáire of Munster settles it by visiting each in the guise of a hideous churl and challenging them to behead him, then allow him to return and behead them in return. Conall and Lóegaire both behead Cú Roí, who picks up his head and leaves, but when the time comes for him to return they flee. Only Cú Chulainn is brave and honourable enough to submit himself to Cú Roí’s axe; Cú Roí spares him and he is declared champion. This beheading challenge appears in later literature, most notably in the Middle English poem Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. Other examples include the 13th century French Life of Caradoc and the English romances The Turke and Gowin, and Sir Gawain and the Carle of Carlisle.