Title: Canton Police Officer: "I'll Kill Every One Of You Motherfuckers" Source:
[None] URL Source:[None] Published:Jul 31, 2011 Author:UrbanWarfareChannel Post Date:2011-07-31 17:46:59 by HAPPY2BME-4UM Keywords:None Views:1150 Comments:64
We could sit here all evening viewing these pigs abusing, tasing, killing citizens just for the hell of it.
Police State 2011
You're right of course. I completely overlooked the fact that there are countless videos of such abuse.
This vid was right next to the first one I went to You Tube to watch (it kept stopping here so I switched to You Tube to watch it) and Mister, that cop phu**ed that poor loudmouthed chick up.
I had a similar thing happen in a California 7-11 store when a six and a half foot tall drunk with a handlebar mustache and a wifebeater tee shirt was reaching across the counter and manhandling the short, gimpy clerk, and I spoke up and said "Why don't you pay for your stuff and leave?"
The video was interesting when the cops and I watched it later. The drunk forcefully threw his money (paper and coins that bounced high) down on the counter and turned to me and began threatening to do me harm. I assumed that I was about to get the DAWGGY deux stomped out of me so I exercised some personal initiative and before he was finished uttering his first threat I grabbed his forearm and spun him hard and fast in a circle. Like the chick in the video he was so drunk that to my surprise he offered no resistance and I slammed his head into the front corner of a modular, perforated steel food rack, and the 1/4 inch gap where the corners met was then filled with his hair and scalp and he dropped like he pole axed.
Within seconds the clerk began handing me paper towels to soak up the 3 ft wide puddle of blood, and when the ambulance arrived it was 5 ft wide. I went to the hospital and asked a nurse (a friend of mine) about him and she said his BP was low but he was doing ok, handcuffed to the gurney.
He spent 16 days in the county hospital jail ward for almost uttering a threat to me. His animated body language on videotape is what convicted him. You couldn't see me on the video (aimed at the cash register and counter) until I stepped in and grabbed and spun him, and then five seconds later he's no longer visible as I am being handed towels over the counter to put down on the floor.
The cop said, "Oh well, that's life in the big city" and he complimented me on my successful take down.
I felt kind of bad because I was anticipating a fight with a giant and I ended up scalping a loud mouthed drunk bully. It wasn't a good feeling because I didn't intend to permanently change his appearance.
When I went to the hospital to check on the guy, my buddy (who worked security there, and also as as a reserve police officer in Arcadia, CA) told me that he made a point of telling the other guard on duty (a reserve Montebello cop and a spoiled rich kid that we couldn't stand) what I had done. He said, "Did you see that big dude in the ER? DAWG Fu**ed that guy up!"
Later on that rich kid was working as a reserve cop and he got too close to a Mexican during an arrest and the drunk suspect punched his lights out and broke his eyeglasses with one blow! Not only did it happen in front of several full time Montebello cops (he was hoping to be hired full time but his Mommy's connections weren't juicy enough for that-they got him on as security at the hospital though) but it made for an interesting comparison between my handling of a potential threat and his.
He also boasted that he owned a stainless steel S&W .44 mag and I said, "Smith & Wesson doesn't make a stainless steel .44 mag.", to which he replied, Yes they do, I should know what my own gun's made out of, shouldn't I?" His tone of voice was angry and loud, as if he was insulted by my challenge.
He brought it in the next day (I wasn't there) and the supervisor broke the bad news- it was a nickel plated Mod 29.
We knowledgeable gun enthusiasts were closely following the development of the Mod 629 stainless .44 mag (in 1980) and I knew damned well that it was not yet in production. During the argument even the supervisor said, "...You mean, YOU'VE never seen one....", as if to imply that it may be in production and I didn't know it. But he collected custom shop handguns and he knew a nickel plated gun when he saw it.
After that the rich kid made a point of avoiding me whenever I was at the hospital visiting my wife who also worked there. I guess it was hard to admit he was wrong, especially since he was so arrogant and self assured when I challenged him about his gun.