Anyway, last night there was a loud shooting a few houses down from where I live. A big house with a big family. They seem very nice and have four sons. (age 13-21) Apparently, the 19 year old was diagnosed as bipolar about a year ago, and he has had a lot of problems since then. (no violence, though) He is in therapy, he's on meds, he has many friends, and he's taking a couple of college classes. (These meds take a while to adjust. I know. I have one myself, and it's really hard for everyone in the family to live with this problem)
So, last night, after a period where he had been severely depressed, he freaked out. He took a knife and threatened to kill himself. He totally trashed the house, using a guitar, and broke windows. The parents got very scared, and they locked the remaining family and themselves into a bedroom and called the police. (I have thought of doing the same more than once)
Three cops arrived soon after. The kid stood in the drive way when they arrived, holding the knife. The cops jumped out of their cars, and screamed at him to put down the knife. He didn't. So they shot a couple rounds of bean bags at him, all the while screaming for him to put down the knife. He didn't. So, the cop the furthest away from the young man, (and none got even close to him, ever)...he shot the boy with a real gun. (They later said, shooting in the leg, or arm only works in Hollywood movies, but not in real life. When they learn how to shoot, they learn how to shoot a guy dead.) You'd think one or two shots would be enough, right? But he fired six times, and all six bullets landed in the boy's body. I guess that was when the cop determined that he and his buddies were no longer in immediate danger.
PS: I know what it feels like to be very scared. It is a horrible feeling to feel unsafe around your own child. But what's even harder is, that you need to protect the other kids from the one who is 'out of control'. A few minutes are enough to wipe you out, and it takes good judgement...and you never stop being scared.
So imagine calling the police for the very first time for help. These men are trained professionals, they are not emotionally involved, or fighting/defending the people they love most...and unarmed.
They are on the job, and prepared for stuff like this. They are not alone, and they are in Uniform. They have been prepared in advance on who, and what is involved. They have big cars with bright lights. There are three of them, and the kid is not hiding somewhere in the house, but he is waiting for them in clear sight in the driveway. There are no family members to worry about, and their safety.
And what do those cowardly wimp a**holes do? They knew he was sick!
They really are sure they did all they could, that they did the right thing, and followed procedure.
THAT'S OUR GOVERNMENT; A SYMPTOM, AND COPY OF THE WHITE HOUSE.
Then there are mothers like myself. Nothings!