A no-detail news story
“There’s news this morning. Unfolding, now. A man with a gun.”
As with any breaking story, the required questions. Who? Don’t know. Where? I pointed, lazily, toward the horizon; next province. Why? My suspicion is that someone has simply snapped from the stress of quarantine.
Now, the story is being carried on Twitter, FB, the local CBC. Nothing on Instagram, due to a lack of photos. What we do know is that the perp (I learned that word from watching police shows) is driving around in his own Mountie car. Not a real Mountie car, as the authorities have confirmed that all of their vehicles are accounted for. A good paint job, and an invented ID number on the rear flank. That’s the proof we’ve been waiting for. And is the perp wearing a uniform? Don’t know. Instagram hasn’t reported in.
But, he does have a gun. That moves this story to the front edge of the desk, because we don’t do things that way up here in Canada. And the absence of flying assault helicopters, road blocks at every corner, crackling radio reports of sightings – not Highway Patrol Redux.
I say again, this sounds like someone who can’t handle another minute of being locked down (different from locked up). I understand, sort of. Our dog wants to be both in and out. The bulletins have requested that we be on the lookout AND that we hide in our basements. Tricky. I did a quick calculation, and I have decided to stay upstairs; the perp won’t get across our bridge, in any case.
An update. The perp has been captured. No confirmation on how many of the victims (too numerous to count, it seems) are either wounded or dead. The prime minister has already issued a press release, saying little of substance. I guess we wait for the real story, sometime later.
