In England, where guns are just barely short of outlawed (and whence English anti-gun activists infected the same EU that they’re now Brexiting with the same magical belief), all violent crime is at an end.
Yeah, riiiiiight. Police are still responding to scenes like this:
[P]olice found Natasha wrapped in a blood-stained duvet in a cupboard under the stairs at her home in Bournemouth.
[Prosecutor Sally Howes] said: “The body was curled up into the fetal position. Her body was rigid, her eyes were open and fixed.
“She was not breathing, she had no pulse, she was very cold to the touch and completely unresponsive.”
Uh, that’s not ‘pining for the fjords,’ ma’am. That’s “dead.”
The barrister said police found three notes written by [perp Jay] Nava, including one apologizing to Natasha’s mum Shelley.
It said: “Tasha died at 11. I was ashamed to take my own life. She was the only person that I loved and loved me.
“Shelley, I’m sorry for hurting your daughter. I’ll take my own life soon, I loved her. Why I did this is beyond me… that’s why I killed myself.”
Another read: “I wish I had a gun to shoot myself, if I did it would have been done by now but I needed to get all the kids away as they shouldn’t see this.
This guy wanted a gun, but to off himself. Gun control advocates think this is a bad thing, but really, what’s better, this guy in Hell now or him getting out of British prison in the usual ten or fourteen years, still with the character and impulse control that put him inside in the first place?
“I’m very weak and scared, I have been for a long time now. I’ll see you again Tasha in the next world x.”
Not if she sees you first, we think. Chicks may generally dig jerks, but there’s a time to draw the line. If she can’t do it before he kills her, presumably she can after.
What, exactly, did he do?
A soldier on leave who stabbed his girlfriend 11 times told a child that blood on the walls was “ketchup” after she found the young mom lying dead under a blanket, a court heard.
Great. A soldier. There’s millions of us, and only one that makes the news is this crumb.
Jay Nava, 27, tried to kill himself after butchering Natasha Wake, telling a cop who intervened to save his life: “I want to die,” jurors were told.
Pity that the cops are not in the wish-fulfillment business. For that particular wish.
Nava is said to have rowed with on-and-off girlfriend Natasha, 26, after she discovered he was investigated by police for an alleged sexual assault.
So impulse control is not a new problem for Jay.
She was stabbed with such force six of the wounds went through her torso and out of her back.
Lord, have mercy.
One young child was “woken by a scream” and came downstairs to ask Nava for a drink, jurors heard.
Prosecutor Sally Howes said “She saw him in the kitchen. He had a knife in his trousers. There was red spots on the blade and handle.
“She recognized the knife as the one Natasha used to cut onions. (Nava) had blood on his shirt and trousers.
“She saw Natasha lying on the floor in the lounge with a blanket covering her.
“(She told police) the blanket had big, medium, and small red dots on, there was red on the walls.
That kid’s going to have issues.
“Nava gave her orange juice and said ‘Go upstairs and don’t come back down’.
Or else what? Was he threatening the kid, too?
“In the morning she asked why he had a knife in his trousers and why Natasha was on the floor.
“He said they were being silly, Natasha was asleep and it was ketchup on the walls.”
The soldier took the children to his grandparents’ home.
He then contacted his mum in Australia, confessed to killing Natasha and said he was going to kill himself, the court heard.
Cops found him just in time to revive him as they searched beauty spot Hengistbury Head near Christchurch, Dorset.
Funny how when it was time for him to check out, he didn’t go with multiple violent stab wounds, but something gentle and, apparently, easily reversed.
Nava began a relationship with Nationwide bank worker Natasha in January 2013, the court heard.
He joined the Army two years later and served with the Royal Artillery’s 29 Commando Regiment based in Plymouth.
We bet the Royal Artillery could come up with a creative way to get rid of this blot on the service’s escutcheon. Preferably involving a 203mm gun.