Proving once again that naming your kid after someone of great intelligence doesn’t guarantee that your kid will share that intelligence, a 15 year old teen by the name of Thomas Jefferson is in a drug-induced coma at a Greenwood, IN hospital after being badly burned because no one ever told him that he shouldn’t soak his shirt in gasoline and then invite his friends to set him on fire. Not surprisingly Jefferson was immediately engulfed in flames from his waist to his head because, well, gasoline is flammable and all.
Teen Badly Burned in Fire Stunt
“I would never have imagined something like this to happen. I mean things go on in different neighborhoods, but not that. They’re old enough to know better,” said neighbor Michelle Cordray.
Added fellow neighbor Scott Moore “At 10:30 they were throwing firecrackers at each other beside my house and I told them they need to get home and then ten minutes later I see an ambulance show up.”
Yes, a couple of potential Nobel Laureates to be sure. In combination I’m sure the IQs of these two young men reach the staggering heights of single digits.


















I am not sure that all schools have meaningful science classes any more, and even fewer science classes have demonstrations that involve fire. I also think that parents are important.
As somebody mentioned earlier, I wonder if kids are allowed to do enough of the relatively minor stupid dangerous things that teach them not to do that any more. When I was a kid, I played with knives and learned not to cut myself (very often). I played with gasoline, rubbing alcohol, model airplane fuel, candles, matches, fireworks, lighter fuel, butane, acetylene welding torches, soldering irons, and many other interesting things; sure, I burned myself; but I also knew enough not to douse myself in gasoline or alcohol or to play with fire in the house (although I did play with fire in the basement). I also played with electricity, and got the shit shocked out of me, but I also knew enough not to get killed.
When I was growing up there were a number of house fires caused by kids playing with matches in closets. I suspect that the kids were playing in the closet because their parents did not allow them to play with matches. I would never have considered playing with matches in a closet.
Except maybe when I was a toddler, I don’t think that my parents put anything out of my reach or locked anything up. I knew where the matches were kept and there were all sorts of chemicals stored under the kitchen sink. There was aspirin and whos what else in the medicine cabinet. I played in garages that had garden chemicals, gasoline, welding torches, and battery acid in it. There was no such thing as the kids’ safety crap we have today, not even electrical outlet covers.
I also remember my mom and dad telling me not to play with electrical outlets—and why. My dad shorted two lamp wires together so I could see the spark, pop, and fell how the wires were hot. My mom told me about an uncle that had been electrocuted, she didn’t mention that he was an electrical lineman. Another uncle accidentally shorted out a stove outlet, which was impressive.
Mom told me that some of the stuff under the sink and in the medicine cabinet were poisons, and explained to me what a poison was. One time mom showed me what laundry bleach would do to an old pair of underwear, and she told me that it would do the same thing to skin.
My grandpa took a shotgun shell apart so I could see what was in it, put the powder in an ashtray and lit it. I was impressed by the large, hot flame.
They weren’t trying to scare me, hell, some of the things they showed me were fun, they just wanted me know that this shit can be dangerous. I was never scolded for playing with dangerous things, nor did I get much sympathy when I burned myself or ruined a toy, usually just a “you shouldn’t do that, then”. Occasionally I was reminded that I could get hurt for doing something they saw me doing, or they would point out a hazard that I wasn’t aware of. Dad or grandpa would sometimes show me something interesting (and dangerous), and then say “don’t tell your mom that I showed you that”. Sometimes I was shown the proper way to do something that I was doing wrong. I was never afraid to play with electricity, fire, or chemicals and I was never seriously injured by them.