I usually skip all drug crimes, mostly because I don’t think they should be crimes. But I’m making an exception for this one because of what else they got him for.
Police say a Henderson man kept a loaded gun in the bedroom of a child under 16, next to snacks and candy, in the same southeast Raleigh house that the man facing charges was maintaining to sell cocaine and marijuana.
Now the gun grabbers tell us that if only there was a law that made it a crime to allow children access to firearms, the world would be happy and joyful again.
What about the law that says people like him can’t have guns either? If they can’t enforce that one, what makes them think they can demand the rest of us keep our guns under lock and key?
This is a terrible thing to do to anyone, and especially bad to do it to family.
Police in Greenville have arrested a man who they say robbed his own brother at knifepoint.
Or just another criminal being a criminal to everyone around him?
Why would anyone conspire with criminals?
A man in Union County, who is already in jail and previously accused of two murders, was charged with criminal solicitation for attempting to pay two fellow inmates to murder a witness in his upcoming trial, officials say.
Seriously? Two other inmates, who have every reason to rat you out so they can get a better deal and you’re going to try to contract a murder with them?
His other specialties include arson, blowing things up, Insurance Fraud, and driving drunk in other states.
I had so much fun reading some short fiction for The Drabblecast that I asked around a few other audio fiction podcasts and was asked to read for the Fantasy genre Podcastle
“The Colors,” by John M. Shade
Read by Sean D. Sorrentino
Originally published in Daily Science Fiction
In the main tent, around the sand and dirt floor of the arena, a wooden wall is erected eight-feet tall. The worn, angled seating rises from there. A makeshift gate sits on the side where the opponents emerge, and another across from it from where I emerge. Real boulders dot the floor for cover or weapons, or both. Everything is wood or stone, nothing metal.
“I’ve had plenty enough experience with magnetic controllers to know that a little fire ain’t so bad,” Mother Circus would say.
It was a hoot. It is the second of three short fiction stories on the podcast. I think it’s a great story.
Weer’d told me that when he listened to the previous story, at the Drabblecast, he wouldn’t have recognized me. This one is even more different. Check it out.
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Triangle Tactical finds a really funny story.
Crusing around on Reddit tonight, I came across this story about a girl who was set up to be on the TV show “Scare Tactics”.
I hate those shows and won’t watch them. Why? Because I carry a gun. If someone tried to prank me like that, there’s a serious chance that the prankster would end up bleeding out on the pavement.
Read the story, even though it was pretty scary, it’s funny. Now. And not for the reason it was supposed to be funny.