Take a shotgun shell, cut it open, count out the number of pellets. Make sure the kid sees you doing it.
Put a pair of safety glasses on the kid, take him outside, lash him to a post.
Now throw rocks at him. HARD. I mean zing the hell out of em. When he starts screaming and crying, point out that every single rock is nicer and hurts less than a shotgun pellet, and that he’s gonna get exactly as many rocks as his babysitter got pellets.
Child abuse? Damn straight it is. Some lessons *need* to be taught abusively.
Having grown up in Columbus and knowing or related to people from that kid’s part of the state, we called stories like that:
A typical Saturday night with the hillbillys....
GOF I agree with you but first of all the owner of the gun should be given a sound thrashing. What kind of half-wit leaves a shotgun and ammunition lying around with a four year old in the house? Trailer trash.
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