Wow mr. cop, straight sucker punching a GIRL to the jaw...
That's a REAL MAN right there.
(who could not even knock down a girl with a dead sucker punch to the jaw)
Don't they teach these dumbasses how to do a simple wrist lock? Elbow lock? Finger lock? Head lock?
The cop has to resort to sucker punching a woman in the face? (actually, the way that ******* punches, i guess he did have to resort to that).
It would have been great if all the brothers right there jumped his ass and fked him up real good, if you ask me.
EDIT TO ADD: I do not blame the cop for resorting to force, but i do blame him for immediately escalating the situation to fisticuffs. Dude....it's a girl.
This guy is CLEARLY one of those punks that got beat up or picked on in school every day because he fights like a girl, and who only became a cop so he could bully others with his badge and gun.
Pepper spray works.
Wrist & various other moves work.
At least he didn't beat her over the head with his stick.
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Originally Posted by Jeff Higgins
I hate defient, jaywalking smart asses.
There were a bunch of defiant, dumbass homies standing, yes standing right smack in the middle of a Seattle street one day some years ago, silently daring people to do anything about it. I saw a couple of cars in front of me stop for them. They just stood there and made the cars go into the oncoming lane to go around them.
Me? I was in my '71 FJ40, which with 600,000 miles on the clock (and a good number of them in our NW woods), was looking a little rough around the edges by then. The "nothing to lose" look, if you know what I mean. So, about half a block away, I floor it. Dumb ass homies just stand there. I was fully prepared to just plow on through them, and I think that finally dawned on them when I was about ten feet away with it still floored. The whole mob dove out of the way. I'm sure I clipped an ankle or an elbow or two or three. I could tell because some of them were limping on my second pass.
That's right, I slammed on the brakes and came skidding to a stop as fast as I could, turning around in the next roundabout. This time they were cagey enough to remember to stay the hell out of the street, so I had to bounce up on the sidewalk to chase a couple. I was laughing like some deranged maniac by now, having more fun than I had had in a very long time. I was just sure I was either going to jail or getting shot, or both. Alas, all these tough guys could think of at the time was running. I bet they are still talking about me.
I don't know what gets into me sometimes. I'd have smacked her, too.
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Hahahahahah!!!
