Bodycam Footage Shows Cop Shooing Suspect Armed with a Gun

rhubarb_king · #21 ● 05-09-2020, 08:51 PM

I’m glad I’ve made you happy.
I’m also glad to see you get angry over some comments online. I’m lonely and you entertain me.

Will you be my friend?

Oh I'm not angry. Far from it. Just amused.

fattubbashit · #22 ● 05-09-2020, 09:30 PM

Originally Posted by rhubarb_king ↗

Oh I'm not angry. Far from it. Just amused.

Ok.

Now how about the friend bit???? BFF????

rhubarb_king · #23 ● 05-09-2020, 09:33 PM

Originally Posted by fattubbashit ↗

Ok.

Now how about the friend bit???? BFF????

You know what? I actually agree with you, in that you need a friend.

fattubbashit · #24 ● 05-09-2020, 09:35 PM

I only have a mirror.

FUCK THE POLICE

Sugar³ · #25 ● 05-09-2020, 09:49 PM

Now, now, you two.

Sugar³ · #26 ● 05-09-2020, 09:57 PM

I'm sure we can all agree with Mr.Tubbinz, in that, police in all their various forms can suck it to infinity.

However, this dude, and his absolutely spacey prostitute friend were literally born to, at least, slow down if not entirely stop piping hot metal projectiles, with their meat, from harming any actual humans behind them from being harmed.
This police obviously should have waited until a stroller or small child was in front of his gun before allowing the dude to fulfill his birthright of getting shot for my, and so many others, amusement.

Sugar³ · #27 ● 05-09-2020, 11:37 PM

Certain adjustments must be made by all of us to allow for the sensitivities that some of us may have towards a group that may have mistreated us personally.

I myself, have only the minor claim of knowing what the weight of three police focused into one jaw through a single knee feels like. And of course, I do also know how it feels when the decision is then made by those stood above you, with glee and in unanimity, that the best remedy for this injury would be to be strapped, most fascinatingly, by the chest, waist, wrist and ankles into a restraint chair welded to a 1/2" steel plate that takes 2 people to drag to the spot under a heating duct in a cell with a huge viewing window. However, the healing properties of this treatment would be too faint, perhaps even forgettable if the patient is not properly basted, or for long enough, so I was left there naked, except for the complimentary hockey helmet I was so kindly permitted to wear that was then jarred between the two vinyl coated foam blocks that the villain chair was born with on either side of my head, until the morning shift arrived--so they too, could all congregate behind the giant prisoner intake desk, to snicker and yip, like baby jackals learning to nip at each others genitals, over my inability to shake away from the, by then, caustic sweat that rolled slowly down my entire body. I have to admit, even I started to think it was funny how much sweat begins to burn, especially the eyes, after a few hours without water. Funny too, when the only kinda hot cop, and object of the rescue fantasies that could put me beside the burning worm tickle and away from my teeth, when even she assembled at the window for closer examination.
"Oooh, doesn't that couch pillow have feathers?" she laughed.
My heart was broken.

But, as I said, mine is a minor claim. Mr.Tubbinz, on the other hand, has one far greater.
Forced against his will into a detention facility, where some evenings he wasn't even allowed to be awake. It was during one of these induced sleeps that the guards decided to grant their state of the art semi-autonomous prison robot to open Mr.Tubbinz's body up like the perfectly boiled sausage that it is, and take from within it an assortment of pieces of his precious innards. What use are innard peices to a robot? You ask.
Who knows? Probably to make itself a necklace with that it could put on to taunt the injured Mr.Tubbinz during his thrice weekly spongings. I do know that it is about as fair as orchestrated Prison fights between robots wielding razor sharp instruments, and innocent unconscious inmates in paper gowns--or several stapled together.