As part of a recent attempt to bust a myth about what can and can’t be shot out of a cannon, the “Mythbusters” team went to a local bomb disposal range to test out some theories. They were supposed to be firing their homemade cannon at tanks filled with water, but one cannonball got away, and went on an adventure the likes of which haven’t been seen since that one meatball rolled off a plate of spaghetti.
The cantaloupe-sized cannonball missed the water, tore through a cinder-block wall, skipped off a hillside and flew some 700 yards east, right into the Tassajara Creek neighborhood, where children were returning home from school at 4:15 p.m., authorities said.
There, the 6-inch projectile bounced in front of a home on quiet Cassata Place, ripped through the front door, raced up the stairs and blasted through a bedroom, where a man, woman and child slept through it all – only awakening because of plaster dust.
The ball wasn’t done bouncing.
It exited the house, leaving a perfectly round hole in the stucco, crossed six-lane Tassajara Road, took out several tiles from the roof of a home on Bellevue Circle and finally slammed into the Gill family’s beige Toyota Sienna minivan in a driveway on Springvale Drive. [SF Gate]
Make no mistake, residents of Tassajara Creek: this was an act of aggression. The property damage alone demands retaliation. The busters of myths may try to paint this as an accident, a misfire, or an innocent mistake, but this type of unilateral show of force simply can NOT be tolerated. If you allow them to pass off this rogue cannonball tearing through your homes as mere error, where does it end? Will you wait for them to launch a frozen chicken towards your hospitals, or catapult a pumpkin through through your schools?
No. We must stand united. We must not bend or break. At dawn, we storm their mythbusting compound and we demand recompense. If recompense cannot be granted, then we demand BLOOD. Or at least that Jamie stop wearing that stupid beret. The most basic elements of our free society require it.
