Saturday morning feel good stories
Pickins are slim this Saturday morning but in Howard County, Maryland some home invaders tried to kick in the door of a drug dealer who fired at them as they came through the broken door. The invaders un-assed the AO, and one was found a short distance from the scene of the crime with a gunshot wound. Police found drugs, money and more guns in the apartment, so, you know, who do you cheer for in this instance?
Chief Tango sends us another one from Augusta, Georgia, where Jefferson Clement went shopping for an apartment by prying off the screens and trying to push open the windows. After a few tries, he finally found a window, but unfortunately for poor Jefferson, the resident had a .380 pistol bedside and lobbed a round at him, striking him in the thigh, so he scurried home, went to the hospital where he now has police protection.
Category: Feel Good Stories
Jefferson Clement can now claim that he has “24 hour security”?
Like a nephew of mine that lives in a “Gated Community”, courtesy of the Arizona Dept. of Corrections. It is all in how you look at it, I guess.
Things sure have changed since I was in Maryland. Used to be, you went cross-country over fences ahead of cubbing season. Now, you move to a different neighborhood to get away from the bad guys.
Home invasion robbers versus drug dealers. Hahahahahahahaha
What Kissinger said about Iran-Iraq war: “Pity both sides can’t lose.”
“Pickins are slim this Saturday morning.” I can just hear Bert Lindley.Jr. saying “Hey, I resemble that remark!!”
Now if we could get every individual trying to turn their life around, every SV poser and embellisher, and every politico-libtard to follow the example set by Major Kong, we could add the acronym BOT(Blowed-up Over There) to the TAH vocabulary and the world would indeed start being a safer place.
Bad shot, but better then no hit?
Early Friday morning, Indie alerts to someone in the side yard where we keep trash and recycling. My son peeked out the window and saw this punk loading up our recycling over our six foot fence. Code was given, I grabbed my keys, put on my waist and leg bag that carries my gun and none lethals. Fella was fast on his bike and attached grocery cart. I flipped a bitch right in front of him. His face was covered in sores. Had he kept his mouth shut instead of calling me a cunt, my son wouldn’t have had to bitch slap him.
When he raised his six foot stick to search through garbage, to hit my son, I grabbed it with my left, son with his right and I stunned him in the neck for just a few seconds. Dancing and jerking on the ground we collected only our stuff in purple bags. Come back again and you’ll get the same. We left him laying in his wet pants.
There’s only one way in/out of our little community and during a neighborhood watch meeting several families said dogs were getting into their garbage. No dog is going to jump a six foot fence. At yesterday’s meeting we gave out pictures of the punk.
After that happened we discussed if we did the right thing..we all agreed nit shooting him was correct. Going to prison for someone ripping off cans wouldn’t be justified homicide. We recycle everything and the money is used to get gear for homeless vets.