So, let’s see….
We all have heard one skewed story or another about what happened down in Missouri.
To simplify things, let’s all just acknowledge that while there might have been a justified rationale for shooting 18-year-old Michael Brown in the quaint little town of Ferguson. Eight times, some stories say six, but everybody seems to agree there were two shots to the head.
In the interest of keeping completely unbiased, we also need to acknowledge that there is also the very real possibility it was flat-out murder by the
cracker officer whose picture the police won’t release.
They’re more than willing to release that video from the convenience store.
The one where the kid shoved the clerk.
No weapons involved.
No gun, no knife. Brother didn’t even wave an Afro-pick in the clerk’s face.
If Michael had been a white kid, they wouldn’t be referring to it as “burglary”.
It would be “shoplifting”.
The official accounting of the incident so far says the officer who fired upon and killed Michael didn’t know about the theft at the convenience store.
The “hands up / hands not up” factor is immaterial.
Eight bullet holes. Two in his head.
For “not listening” to a fucking cop.
To a “Sovereign Citizen”, that’s an act of “patriotism”.
And I’ll tell you what:
forty years ago I owned a Ruger Blackhawk .357 Magnum Revolver and a Super Blackhawk 44 Magnum with a nine-inch barrel. Once a week, my buddy Bill and I would do some target practice in his side yard up in Deer Creek Canyon, southwest of Denver up in the hills. Every Saturday morning, partially just to improve our aim, partially to scare the shit out of the Jehovah’s Witnesses who always wanted to “just say ‘Hi!'”
I learned to shoot from the hip. No squaring off and aiming. Just “point at it” and pull the trigger.
We’d set up six empty coffee cans filled with water, turn an empty frozen orange juice can upside down in the coffee can. You hit the coffee can, the water expands, sends the orange juice can flying straight up. Then you’d shoot at the orange juice can.
I got to the point where I could consistently hit three of the coffee cans, never did hit an orange juice can, but came close a few times. With a 44 Magnum, close could be more than enough.
And I could do it either hungover or drunk.
From twenty-five feet.
Just how the fuck do they train cops to shoot (at) an apparently unarmed man, that being one who isn’t pointing a weapon at them?
I don’t care if he’s racing at them like a coke-fiend banshee, some of those motherfuckers never heard of blowing out a guy’s hip? Shoulder? Knee?
Billy and I would go through a box of shells once a week. How many hundreds upon hundreds of rounds do the cops go through in training, then in routine, mandated target practice.
Probably a shitload more than two hungover / drunk hippies used to up on Deer Creek on a Saturday morning.
I would like to think they were better shots than we were.
This kid was killed in cold blood because…
… what was that again?
Rumor has it he actually didn’t have his hands up.
He didn’t listen to a cop.
Naaaaaaaaahhhh… we ain’t racist.
It ain’t no secret.
You can get killed just for living.
Holy shit, this is just getting better by the minute
The cops forgot to release this part of the video: