Why not just boycott the bacon?

Two of the worst parts of the body in which to receive a non-life-threatening bullet wound must be the knee and the hand.  So I am mightily impressed by the marksmanship displayed by the Danish police – and right in the middle of the hungover festive season, no less – for getting two bone-shattering rounds into just those delicate and indispensable organs when shooting a Somali axman possessed with a dire need to chop a man to pieces for drawing a cartoon.  Or maybe the Aarhus cops were in too much of an akvavit haze to aim straight and, after much wild firing and ricochets, just got lucky.  In which case, it was the will of God.