Sad.

A man mounted a bicycle shortly before 5:30 p.m. yesterday and pulled out a machine gun. He pedaled down Norris Street in Camden and opened fire, peppering the neighborhood with bullets, police sources said.

Brandon Thompson, 4, was playing on the street in front of his house. The child was struck in the head. He died instantly.

No amount of microstamping would have helped. Microstamping won’t work and only tells you what happened AFTER death.

One gun a month would not have helped. I doubt this upstanding thug had a clean record.

Federal licensing would not have helped. According to reports this 20-year-old thug had a full-auto.

Trigger lock requirements would not have helped. He was riding his bicycle with the weapon - outside of his home.

911 would not help. Remember - death happens before 911.

It’s my belief (I don’t know for certain) that this low-life most likely had a prior criminal record. The only thing that could help was to have him locked up. This being Jersey, I’m guessing he was probably arrested and let go numerous times. That’s what they do in progressive utopias.

As a parent, this just gets my blood boiling … you read stuff like this and realize that anger is an emotion that is easily infinite.

Thompson said she had called police the day before her son was killed to report that a man was in the neighborhood with a machine gun.

“I called 911 and told them,” Thompson said. “He was just riding around. It wasn’t like he was hidin’ it.

“This could have been avoided if they had done their job,” she said.

Police could not immediately verify if 911 operators took a report from Thompson.

Brandon was playing on Norris Street late yesterday afternoon when the man returned, riding a bicycle, and wielding the machine gun.

Stephanie Thompson was around the corner when she heard a series of blasts. She ran to find her son.

She rounded the corner of Norris and Sheridan. She saw Brandon running. Children were scattering everywhere.

The man on the bike took aim at Brandon and fired, she said.

The young mother ran to her son and lifted his head in her arms.

“I just held him and told him to get up,” she said. “But he wouldn’t get up. He was only 4. And he was trying to run to his mommy. I couldn’t get there in time.“

And as if that’s not enough to piss you off and ruin your day … here you go:

Camden police arrived minutes later.

Exactly. It’s a damn shame some crazed gun-nut didn’t notice this sub-human lump of fetid shit pedaling his Huffy around the neighborhood that morning. One well-placed shot from a bedroom window would’ve done the job a lot better than 911 ever could.

If hell does exist, I expect this cretin to spend every day for the rest of an eternity getting violently ass-raped by some 12-foot acid-spunk-shooting demon named, “Balthazaar the Thorn-Cocked” - and even that wouldn’t be enough.