kiwiwolf
Gun Totin'
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This is a bit of a personal rant about an incident that happened to me yesterday.
Driving my kids home from school yesterday I was cut off and nearly hit by an old junker. the guy then pinned me in by parking diagonally in front of me. I couldn't go around him because of traffic. After waiting for a minute or two I gave a blast on the horn. Wrong move. Out of the car jumps one of New Zealands wanna be bad boys... a Black Power gang member. His first rational move was to kick in the side panel of my car, while yelling incomprehensible obsenities at the top of his lungs. My kids are panicking in the car and people are standing watching the whole thing. Now he is at my open window and takes a swing at me hitting me in the shoulder. I used what force I deemed neccessary to protect me and mine, grabbing his smelly filthy beard and using it as a lever to slam his face into my door pillar a couple of times. The short of it is... he ended up in hospital for facial injuries and I ended up in the local cop shop being charged with assault.
All of the fine citizens who saw the incident mysteriously developed amnesia and temporary blindness. The cop who dealt with it initially was young and while he could sympathise with my version of events, told me I couldn't take matters into my own hands. The only thing questioned was who threw the first punch. Filthy Phil said I did because he kicked my car and because I had no witnesses to back me up I was charged.
Over three hours later a couple of folk came forward and as a result the charge has been dropped and shit for brains is now facing assault charges.
Isn't it amazing how much fear is attached to a sewn motif on the back of a smelly filthy jacket.
Driving my kids home from school yesterday I was cut off and nearly hit by an old junker. the guy then pinned me in by parking diagonally in front of me. I couldn't go around him because of traffic. After waiting for a minute or two I gave a blast on the horn. Wrong move. Out of the car jumps one of New Zealands wanna be bad boys... a Black Power gang member. His first rational move was to kick in the side panel of my car, while yelling incomprehensible obsenities at the top of his lungs. My kids are panicking in the car and people are standing watching the whole thing. Now he is at my open window and takes a swing at me hitting me in the shoulder. I used what force I deemed neccessary to protect me and mine, grabbing his smelly filthy beard and using it as a lever to slam his face into my door pillar a couple of times. The short of it is... he ended up in hospital for facial injuries and I ended up in the local cop shop being charged with assault.
All of the fine citizens who saw the incident mysteriously developed amnesia and temporary blindness. The cop who dealt with it initially was young and while he could sympathise with my version of events, told me I couldn't take matters into my own hands. The only thing questioned was who threw the first punch. Filthy Phil said I did because he kicked my car and because I had no witnesses to back me up I was charged.
Over three hours later a couple of folk came forward and as a result the charge has been dropped and shit for brains is now facing assault charges.
Isn't it amazing how much fear is attached to a sewn motif on the back of a smelly filthy jacket.