WEDNESDAY THOUGHTS: ON THE 6TH OF JULY

It was raining this morning, Lawd, and some challenged spawn of Satan was outside setting off fireworks.

I'm beginning to think it's an addiction.

The DC Fire and Emergency Medical Services Department, and the Metropolitan Police Department's Fireworks Task Force reported that 125,000 illegal items have been retrieved. 

They are asking residents to call 311 in their continuing effort to dispose of unused fireworks. 

I guess 911 dispatchers are tired of getting calls from people who can't differentiate the sound of fireworks from the sound of gunshots. 

(If only the US Army would only institute a special draft, round up all of the wannabe ammunition experts, and transport them to a REAL war zone.)

Someone was shot last night on Barnaby Street; another person on North Capitol Street. 

Who knows how many other crimes were committed involving guns? 

I wonder if the first person who heard shots fired, last night didn't bother to call either 311 OR 911.

Today, some disgruntled guy is randomly shooting on I-295.

 

Good grief.

Sometimes, what people have a right to do, makes life miserable for others. 

Your good time shouldn't be at the expense of another person's well being. 

Fun is relative.
Consideration for others has to be taught.

I hate to think that the 295 shooter is some poor guy who snapped because he couldn't get any sleep last night.