Florida Man- the next generation

[Ninurta]

Trailer park teenagers in Florida, body armor and firearms.
What could possibly go wrong?



The next generation of "Florida Man" are off to an entertaining start! 

I shot my first gun at the age of eight. I remember as if it were yesterday. My Dad had set up the bottles in the back yard as targets. You were taught to respect the gun and that it was not a toy or something to play around with.


Young people are not taught to respect themselves, their parents, or anybody or anything else. You have one kid talking about or doing it on Tik Tock and the next headlines will be of children shooting themselves or friends all across the country.

I have come to learn that children today have a serious time with critical thinking. They live in the absolute moment, and give no thought to what could or may happen ten seconds from now. I know it sounds like I am beating up on the young people of today, but I don't say these things just to criticize. They are the products of their society. They are what we made them.

I actually believe it is too late to put the genie back into the bottle on this one. I think they are as they will have to be to survive the future TPTB have chosen for them. How else will they be able to own nothing and be happy?

I blame the parents rather than a vague "society" at large. The parents are the focal point that is supposed to be shaping their children's minds and sharpening their critical thinking skills. It's too easy to point to vague and nebulous constructs that morph too easily, like "society", and shift the blame from more concrete targets, targets that can be dealt with. Society is gonna do what it does, and changes shape with every stray breeze like smoke, but parents are a solid form that can be held accountable.

It's not a "society's" fault, it's the fault of the individuals who make up that society.

Whenever I taught my own kids about firearms, the very first lesson ALWAYS involved a one gallon plastic milk jug. I'd fill that jug with water and screw the cap on, then stand it on a stump and shoot it with a .223 in their presence. Now a .223 is a cute little round, the same bullet diameter as a .22 rimfire round... but it zips along at 3000 feet per second. The velocity, more than the size of the round, interacts with fluids in horrific and wondrous ways. It creates hydrostatic shock whenever it encounters a viscous mass, and the shock wave tries to move that viscous mass, which the plastic body of the jug invariably resisted with spectacular results. It would blow that innocuous milk jug into bitty little flinders and toss those bits to kingdom come. The visual was pretty spectacular, and did far more to impress on a young mind the danger of firearms than any amount of "kids, these aren't toys" speeches would ever do.

So, none of my kids ever said to one another "Hey Billy Bob, how 'bout we go out in the field and trade tossing bullets at each other?" They had that visual stuck in their heads to remind them of how that would go.

Dumbasses have a unique way of weeding their genes out of the shallow end of the gene pool, don't they? What did they think was going to happen when they gave teenagers expensive plate carriers (those things ain't cheap) and left them with live firearms and no training on them, and too damned much time on their hands to amuse themselves with those objects?

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