The Gunited States of Duhmerica

Why isn’t this idiot being charged with involuntary manslaughter?

“Involuntary manslaughter usually refers to an unintentional killing that results from recklessness or criminal negligence […]”

How is this not an unintentional killing resulting from recklessness?”

“William reached back to get the shell casing out of the boy’s shirt with the hand that his .22 caliber handgun was in and in doing so he pulled the trigger, shooting his son in his jugular vein.” CNN Interview

That’s pretty damn reckless if you ask me. I have never owned a gun in my life, and even I know better than to reach down someone’s shirt (or even in someone’s general direction!) with the same hand I’m using to hold a gun!

What. The. Fuck?!

 

My Way

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way
[…]
I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried
I’ve had my fill, my share of losing
[…]
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way

My Way

And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I’ll say it clear
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain
I’ve lived a life that’s full
I traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way
Regrets, I’ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way

I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried
I’ve had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the words he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way

[instrumental]

Yes, it was my way