Posted on 09/10/2021 2:25:50 AM PDT by blueplum
Two Florida middle schoolers with an apparent interest in the Columbine High School massacre were allegedly plotting to carry out a school shooting of their own until a teacher was tipped off about a possible concealed weapon, authorities said.
The teacher at Harns Marsh Middle School in Lehigh Acres, near Fort Myers, alerted school administrators and a school resource officer about the tip from students Wednesday, authorities said. ...
....The two students, who were both known to authorities as deputies had visited their homes nearly 80 times combined, will be charged with conspiracy to commit a mass shooting, according to the sheriff....
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Thats rediculous. But then again the 80 times may have been for other reasons. Still. 80 TIMES?🤬
Their mama's Really wanted them to go to public school.
*Forest Gump reference.
False flag averted.
Yeah right. These shooter kids are all in and not following politics.
Using law enforcement in place of the father.
Bingo!
Comes from upbringing. Their parents are probably mental too.
If the cops had shown up at my house even ONCE for something I’d done, I’d STILL be feeling my Dad’s belt marks on my butt...and I’m now 70 years old.
Of course, there was that time, I was 16....
My Dad was leaving the house and I was parked behind his car. I backed my car out, drove to the nearby intersection, whipped a u-turn, waved to Dad as he passed, was pulling back into the driveway and a cop car came screaming down the street, lights flashing. I realized I didn’t have my billfold, ran into the house to get it, the cops pulled up in front of the house as I came back out. Dad had seen what was happening and returned home. The cops told me I’d done an illegal u-turn and commenced to ream me out. They were more upset I’d gone into the house and come back out. Dad and Mom stood there stone-faced, not saying a word. Cops eventually left without ticketing me. Dad just said “Hope you learned a lesson.” I said I did. Scared the k-rap outta me. The next day, Dad told me one of the cops had winked at him as the other cop was chewing me out. Dad thought that was funny.
Averted, just not the right time they’re on fear porn pandemic, mandated vaccines to cover the Americans left behind in Afghanistan
I was a problem-child and I only got visited at home ONCE.
Our town cop cars had red bubblegum machines on the roof, fender mounted sirens about
foot in diameter that whirred for about 20 minutes when they were turned off, two big pillar mounted spotlights and a huge spring-loaded aireal on the rear bumper that went whosh-whosh-whosh, back and forth, when the stopped real quick.
Was necking with my girlfriend one night, in a town park, when all of a sudden the spotlights lit us up. Cops were set on giving me a hard time, I was just fourteen, until they realized that my girlfriend was the policie chief’s daughter. They beat a hasty retreat after letting us know that they would be up at the entrance to the park should we want a ride or anything. Before they figured out who Jane was I almost crapped myself. When they found out who she was I was really, really scared until I figured out they were more scared than me.
Good on Dad. The winking bit.
Bet Dad cautioned Mom before going out: “Let this ride out. Don’t interfere if you want to preserve some hope that I won’t kill the little twit.”
Dad’s have a fundamental purpose — reminding the little twit that: “I brought you into this world, I can take you out.” Mom’s are wired to not easily be able to say that. It needs to be said.
A town cop happened to be at the dump when I drove in. He came over and asked to see my license and registration. Of course, I had no license. He gave me a ride home, and told me that my Dad and I had to come down to the station later that day.
Well, it was a small town, Dad knew the police chief, and he called the chief and got it all settled down. Actually, I suspect they had a good laugh about it but for a while I was sure they were going to lock me up.
“Town cops”
Ahhh...the good old days. Things sure have changed.
When I was 10 I drove the 8N into town to see Grandpa. Couldn’t drive a car of course but already had spent countless hrs on that tractor. Got my butt chewed royally twice.
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