Last night it took me forever to fall asleep and, when I finally did, I had a dream about kids cutting each other up with power tools. Pretty freaky. When I woke up, I said, "Good thing that's only a dream!"
Then I turn on the news and see that an 8 year-old has murdered his father and another man.
Way to go, kid. A .22-caliber firearm is the way to solve your problems.
Right now, the police are just trying to figure out this boy's motive. Was he abused? Is he mentally unstable? Maybe I'm being harsh, but an 8 year-old knows that people die when you shoot them. Either he's been hiding abuse for years and snapped or he's just fucking crazy.
The boy's attorney says:
"It's evident that he's shaken up, and he's scared...He was yanked out of the comfortable situation, a situation he knew about, and put into a situation that he has no knowledge about. He's hurting. He's a scared little kid."
If he's a scared little kid, I'm a scared adult.