I knew I shouldn't have opened this thread. Somebody was blasting away in San Antonio and Austin, so I thought I'd check in.
First, I don't have children nor am I particularly partial to them. Second, I'm not trained in combat or police action. Lastly, I'm also not particularly brave as far as anyone can tell. It's rarely been tested in my soft suburban white boy life.
However:
What do you mean you could not create a distraction? There were two doors and multiple windows, you chickenshit motherfucker. With only slight coordination, you could have "breeched" the room from multiple directions covering both rooms.
"Both rooms." There was one shooter and two rooms he had to defend. If you assault in the simple way as described above, you know you will secure one of those rooms from anymore violence.
Shattering glass and two doors being attacked is at least as good as your flashbangs, Officer Military Jargon Sans Military Guts.
I'd hope I'd have the courage to take this relatively high percentage chance of survival action to act against a man perpetrating a massacre of children all seemingly braver and more worthwhile than I might be. It goes double for the teachers.
If I didn't, I'd hope I'd have shame enough to absolutely prostrate myself before the survivors prior to doing myself in. I'm sure that I'd never sleep again without heavy narcotics.
Pictures of these fucking cowards who stole money from the government hoping they'd never have to earn it should be run on TV, the Internet, and whatever other outlet there may be on the anniversary of their disgrace.
I don't care if the killer is taking out kids, grandparents, rich people, or immigrants: you must act. If you don't act, don't defend your inaction. If you defend your action, I hope you live that day every time you shut your eyes to sleep.
It's this over emphasis on officer safety that has been bent to serve needlessly humiliating and brutal protocols for simple arrests and opening fire on mean-looking negroes. I'd have you fuckers wearing hot pink coveralls out on the highways of the state picking up garbage with signs announcing who you are and why you're there.
Sorry not sorry for the rant. I know I'm just venting a fraction of what we all feel.
How dare these male things appeal for understanding and sympathy?