I wouldn’t dismiss the stupidity just yet. If he tries to use such an insane defense, he can’t be all that bright.
I can easily see the following situation: dude is trying to set up satellite dish system, “saving money” by doing it himself, even though he’s a complete and total fuckup for a handyman. He doesn’t have a hammer, he has a brick wrapped in duct tape. He had a power drill once but his kid set it on fire trying to drill through the DVD player. His screwdriver set is a cheap Ugandan slave-labour-made set he got as a 15th anniversary present from his job at the Honey-wagon septic tank sucking company. It consists of 1 rounded “flat” blade, one Phillips blade which was long since rendered useless by prying out broken glass from his truck tires, and one Torx-bit which doesn’t fit anything manufactured in a country with a vowel in its name.
The kids are screaming and fighting, and the wife is asking him when he’s going to be done, and why doesn’t he pay the $99 to have it installed. He keeps trying but can’t figure it out, and then gashes himself with the rounded flat-blade screwdriver. Maybe his life sucks in general and each day he thinks about driving his pickup off the highway and into a bridge pillar. Maybe his job involves getting kicked in the family jewels hard and without mercy every single day. Maybe alcohol, pot, and/or pills are involved, who knows. It’s cold in the house because the last time they turned on their Kero-Sun heater they all saw Jesus asking them to come and visit grandma and their dead pets. He gashes himself again, and he watches his blood, falling in slow motion, landing on the bare plywood floor (the Labradors ate the carpet…) next to a crusted piece of old cat vomit, with a stop-action splash. The kids are outside SCREAMING at the top of their lungs and fighting AGAIN. “DADDY JIMMY HIT ME!” “NO I DIDN’T, LIAR!” “YES YOU DID, DADDY! DADDY! DADDY! DADDY! DAD-DY! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-DY! WHY AREN’T YOU PAYING ATTENTION TO ME!?”, and the wife is telling him “God damn it, call the fucking company and have someone install it! You know you can’t do this! You always get into these things and I’m tired of it!” and then he just snaps.
I know I remember reading an in-depth investigation into firearms “accidents” that allegedly revealed a significant number of them, after the fact, turn out to be attempts at either suicide or murder. Damned if I can find the study.
One I made up a long time ago is ‘… if instead of a fly swatter you have a TWENTY-two.’ (Accent on the ‘twenty’, for effect.)
I guess it will have to be changed to ‘if instead of a had drill you have…’
I wonder if he was a pilot like this guy?
Good thing he didn’t have an .88 Magnum. Those things shoot through schools.
A what? :eek: How long after shooting one of those do you regain partial movement in your shoulder?
NOT Texas.
sorry…its the first thing I thought of
Don’t worry we breed them more stupid in New Zealand…wombat rape!! NZ man's 'wombat rape' claim
Calm down, it’s a famous movie quote. I was kidding.
Although, you should see these two videos for a real eye opener:
600 Nitro Express revolver-$12,000 for the gun and $40 a shot!
700 Nitro Express rifle-If you have to ask how much it costs, you certainly can’t afford it.
I’d love to have one of those double-barreled rifles, although in a more manageable caliber. The only problem is that when I read about one, they usually mention that it was custom made for the Prince of Somewhere, and came with a matching yacht.
Your absolutely right. Way to dumb!
What blows me away (Sorry, Patsy) is that she was killed with the second shot from the .22, the first round of course nicking Paul Prudhomme.
I imagine the local police have someone who knows enough about ballistics to figure this stuff out.
For all we know, the “wall” may have been nothing more than a sheet of plywood.
How dare you! Doesn’t it say in the Constitution that the right to drill holes shall not be infringed?
Gary Larson drew a Far Side comic about a dude up on a roof banging in nails with the butt of a pistol. Another person on the ground mosied up and said “They tell me you’re pretty handy with a gun”
I’m guessing you’ve never shot a .22 from a handgun through a piece of plywood? If not, please correct my assumption. I say this because I’ve had a .22 handgun round actually fail to get all the way through a 3/4-inch piece of plywood - and my speculation is that even with standard 1/2-inch plywood, the bullet would be severely slowed and deformed.
And nothing I said whatsoever precludes anyone from finding anything out. We’re speculating on what are likely alternate scenarios than that presented by the shooter at an early time in the story. Even if the story is 110% true, I still contend that it’s a highly unlikely event, tragic though it may be.
If this is a 1 in 50,000 type event, does that mean there are 49,999 other idiots out there using their 22’s as drills, without managing to kill anyone?
I’m going to sleep well tonight pondering that one.
I’ve never shot a piece of plywood with anything. Plywood knows not to fuck with me. flexes
I’m not saying it isn’t unlikely- but never ascribe to malice what can be adequately explained by incredible stupidity.
Not under most statistics theory I know. The probability of something happening does not necessarily point to the inverse of that actually happening or say that it has happened the inverse number of times with the opposite outcome.
Now that’s funny. 
Heavy Sigh. I offer humorous commentary, decorate it with fantastical numbers, draw hilarious and unlikely conclusions juxtaposed against a backdrop of dark comedy, and all you post in response is cold logic. Such is the death of the great classic tradition of sarcasm and schadenfreude-laced discourse on the SDMB. Maybe free subscriptions will bring it back.