Here’s more of the story….
The boater who rescued a jet skier from drowning in a South Carolina lake then fatally shot him had no choice after the man assaulted him, the victim's friend told deputies.
www.foxnews.com
Boom.
I’m wearing my shocked face at the revelation that this guy was so wasted that there was snot and foam coming from his mouth and nose.
Investigators are awaiting the results of a toxicology report.…. How much you want to bet that besides weed and alcohol there will either be meth or fentanyl in high concentrations in his system, to such a level it would kill a non addict. I’m betting on meth.
The fact that the old guy fired a warning shot only proves further to me that he didn’t want to shoot this guy, that warning shot was the drunk guys last warning, he didn’t heed it and he got shot, to coin a phrase from a song, “nobodies fault but ..his”
To go along with the assailants obvious disregard for any life but his own (that is questionable as well), is the fact that the real victims are the elderly couple and the young girl he had with him. Their lives will be forever scarred by morgans choices and actions. Going out on the pontoon boat was probably the old couples shangrala…. Forever destroyed by this guy’s choices and behavior, as well as the 19 year old girl. Although there is a question in my mind as to her innocence. My Mexican friends have a saying, “show me who your friends are and I’ll tell you the type of person you are”.
While talking the situation down is extremely preferable, that course of action(s) is predicated on rational and sane people having the conversation.
Some how the rest of my post disappeared when I went to look for the linked song and lyrics below.. I think Dave sums it up concisely in this song. A la 1984.
Anonymous existence, rendered useless to mankind
Destroy the logic volume in the confines of the mind
Enmassed and purposeless, marching in a perfect line
Neo-neuro torture, mental meltdown, a heinous crime
Mastermind, I tell you what to think
I tell you what you need
I tell you what to feel
Invade the core of souls to wipe the lives away
Design vacant beings, welcome the inhuman race
Encrypted horror codes, directive psyche overwrite
Processing brains to pabulum, delete and format living drives
I tell you what's real
Hail to the power age, lest the viral hour comes
Raise the flag of voltage, bow to circuitry unknown
Kneel before the processor, lords of static laugh
Electrons in submission, you must know who I am
I tell you what to think
I don't care what you thought
I tell you what to get
I don't care what you got