Turn Out The Lights, The Party’s Over


Las Vegas shooting

Turn Out The Lights, The Party’s Over! I don’t want to hear this is some kind of false flag! Once again a mad man had vented his wrath upon people he didn’t know, who were doing him no harm. Last night, during a concert in Las Vegas, gunfire rang out as bullets sprayed from the thirty-second floor of a hotel rising above a concert. The main protection was a few palm trees. The police scanner reveals the event as it unfolds  

From the sound of the fire it was a fully automatic weapon. Most rifles fire automatic, meaning you pull the trigger once, you get one round, and you must pull it again. Full auto sprays shells until the magazine is empty, then you pop the mag out, insert another, and continue the carnage. You don’t even have to be a good shot. With that having been said, there are some valid questions as to who, and how many shooters were there  

The shooter had positioned himself high, a military tactic, giving him an open field of fire, similar to a deer stand. The natural confusion of the crowd, and scant cover provided the perfect victim situation. Swat teams moved in, and in one fashion or another, the active shooter wound up dead. They usually shoot themselves.

Police in Vegas

This is NOT a gun control debate! We already have laws controlling fully automatic weapons, and shooting strangers has always been illegal. No, this is a societal situation! What forces put the killer in that window? The gun was not the problem. He could have just as easily driven a car through the crowd, which seems to be “in” these days.

The hate, and rage, generated by the last four years has given us this mindset. Homelessness, disparity, and desperation fired those bullets. A man at the end of his rope. The active shooter usually knows that he will be the last victim. He sits quietly, waiting, staring down at the crowd. Then he fires the first round. Then the havoc begins. In about fifteen minutes he hears the SWAT team coming down the hall behind him. He puts the barrel in his mouth. Turn Out The Lights, The Party’s Over!

Las Vegas Shooter
Bill the Butcher
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