August 24, 2004
the post below
I once worked with a shift mechanic named Red Miller. He was a big, tobacco-chewing, grumpy old bastard who had a mouth damn near as big as the one Catfish has. He bitched all the time, but he could fix anything that was broken if you could get him off his ass and start him on a job.
He had three GORGEOUS daughters and a lot of us speculated about that fact at work. We looked at Red, looked at his daughters.... and said "NO FUCKING WAY!!!" We decided that the mailman was delivering more than bills to Red's wife while Red was at work.
A lot of people didn't like Red, but I did. He was an asshole a lot of the time, but he was genuine, 24-7. If he didn't like YOU, he said so. If he thought you were full of shit, he said so. He didn't worry much about hurting anybody's "feelings."
Red worked at the Hercules plant before he came to work for me. He got off a 3-to-11 shift one night and saw a car wreck on his way home. It was a bad one, too. Red stopped his truck and ran up to see if he could find any survivors in that tangled wreckage. He didn't.
What he found was his 17 year-old son. Dead.
I don't know what that must be like and I hope I never know. Kids are supposed to bury their parents, not the other way around. But Red lost his only son that night and he's the one who found the boy. That had to be rough.
I suppose that you can find a way to chalk up a car wreck as random fate, shit happens or a bad ticket in life's lottery. Maybe the grief is easier to bear when you don't have anyone to blame for the loss of a child. It still can't be easy, but at least you don't have to look at some grinning sumbitch in prison garb who KILLED your child.
I'm afraid that if anybody ever raped and killed my daughter, I'd go hillbilly on 'em. I would kill that bastard as sure as the sun rises in the east. I probably would be the one in jail after that, but I'd go with the satisfaction of knowing that I put an end to his antics. HE wouldn't ever get $1,200 for "hurt feelings." He wouldn't rape and kill again, either.
I see it as a very simple equation: He took something from me that can never be replaced. So, I took something from HIM that can never be replaced. His life.
I may be a red-neck, but I call that justice.
You don't have to worry about anyone raping and killing me. I'm home by 5 and if I go out side after that or anywhere, I have my gun and though loud sudden noises send me into panice attacks, (anything that pops, balloons, car back fires, air pressure) I will use the damn thing if ANYONE touches me or I feel my life is in danger. And I'll make sure their dead as dead can get before I leave. I'll be the only grinning idiot in prison then!
Sam, I know you. Take that pistol to the range and get accustomed to firing it. I gave you plenty of ammo, but buy some wad-cutters for target practice.
As scary as you are about loud noises, you'll fire that pistol once, drop it and run screaming.
That's just MY humble opinion.
I suggest you fire it a few times without hearing protection. No, it isn't good for the hearing, but at least you won't be surprised by how loud it can be. (Though I don't know what you are carrying.)
You are 100% correct, Red had 3 pretty girls. You know the old saying? The milkman, delivers milk in a clean white suit, but all the ladies love the postman, cause he has the longest route. I Liked Red, we hunted white tail deer , in Newington Georgia, several times and also I went fishing with him several times. He was a good man. He married Johnny Mac's sister. She was a nice looking lady, at one time.
agree 100%...and if you had to do time in the cross bar hilton because of that....send an addy so all of us can write and or visit.
If the hypothetical murderer was already in prison for the crime, I'd hire the mafia to take him out, with extreme prejudice. While the f**king courts tried to figure out what happened, one could then flee to someplace like Costa Rica .
If that's a redneck philosophy, then more power to the rednecks.
Like that bastard on the post below who bashed a little girl, raped her and choked her with stones to make sure she died.
He doesn't deserve to live or even be part of the human race.
I'd sit in the slammer for the rest of natural life to avenge her if she was mine.
I'd bet the rest of the crims in there would applaud, too.
Have we all lost the plot?
I guess the Dutch are all rednecks too, do one of ours and we WILL do you, courts be damned.
I bet you all the money in the world if my life or the life of someone I loved was in danger I'd be so pissed that the noise would only make me want to shoot again. When I feel threatened I turn in to a whole different person.
Hypothetically you mean you would "kill" the scum that "murdered" your child if this happened. And in the other situation the son "killed" the trash that "murdered" his father. Killing and murder being two different things.
A common thread in many gunfights is that the shooter is so focused on the the threat and reacting to it, they don't remember ever hearing the sound of their own shots afterwards.
We had a guy named Red Miller in Halifax where I grew up; friend of my father's, and his daughters were friends of my brother's. Seems funny to see the name in a completely different context.
DON'T practice without muffs or earplugs! May sound like a good idea, but you WILL damage your hearing, and it won't help. You actually have to use it, you won't notice the noise at the time, it'll be the least of your concerns.
If someone had molested, let alone killed, one of my kids, they'd have had a choice of prison or coffin. Period.