Category: Punks

Almost Righteous

Good Stuff, Punks

Executive summary:  This miserable scrote decided (for reasons now only known to himself) to go on a little extemporaneous murder of anyone who happened to be within range of his gun, ending up with three dead victims and over half a dozen badly-wounded ones.

He may well have gone on to greater things, but being that this was in Idaho, there happened to be an armed citizen in the immediate area, who jumped out of his car and popped off a shot or two in the scumbag’s general direction.  Said scumbag, alarmed that he might himself be shot and hearing police sirens in the distance, saved Our Hero the cost of an extra bullet and society of legal costs by just wasting [sic]  himself.

Had Our Hero’s aim been true, this would have been Righteous, but he missed, hence the title of this post.

Details are here.

Lesson learned:  you never know when a little trip to get a burger — even at an In-N-Out in Idaho — might put you in the proximity of scum like the above, so whatever the reason, if your trip is a short one always carry your frigging gun.

And, of course, in Vulcan’s name:  practice, practice, practice.

Afterthought:  We should ban In-N-Out Burger restaurants.  After all, if it saves just ONE life…

Respect

Good Stuff, Patriotism, Punks

And about time, too.  Apparently, some old guy took offense at a younger man’s refusal to stand up during the national anthem at Wrigley Field, and when the little asshole refused to get to his feet, Our Hero gave him a quick clip to the back of the head.

Yeah, yeah, First Amendment rights were violated etc. etc.  I don’t care, and nor should anyone else.

Lesson for the punk kid.  If you didn’t want to stand during the anthem’s singing — and I’ll leave it to y’all to judge the quality of the performance thereof, a topic for another time — all you had to do was stay out of the stadium (e.g. while buying a beer and/or hot dog) and not be a dick.

As for Our Hero:  good on you, Gramps.  We need a lot more of this activity, because FFS somebody’s got to do it.

Note:  the smack on the head got the little shit to stand up, and nobody in the immediate area came to his defense either.  Which is also as it should be.

Compendium Of Wrong

Law and Order, Punks

It’s difficult to imagine just how much more could have gone wrong in this situation:

Jay Conway, 33, was spotted dealing drugs by two plain-clothed officers in a park in May.

They tried to apprehend him but he got away before another uniformed officer, who was on patrol in a police car nearby heard a radio alert and took up the chase.

Dramatic bodycam footage shows brave Constable Dan Clayton hauling Conway off a stolen push bike, before pulling out his taser and ordering him to “Get on the floor now.”

But Conway, who was wearing a balaclava, ignores him and instead pulls a loaded pistol out of his sock.

Conway is immediately tasered but, as he falls to the ground, he points the gun directly at Constable Clayton, who can be heard shouting, “No, no” and “gun, gun, gun,” as he sprints for cover.

Of course, all my Murkin Readers are no doubt going “WTF?  Why didn’t the cop just shoot the asshole dead when he pulled the gun?”

If I were to tell you that this didn’t happen in the U.S. but in Britishland, then it all becomes clear.

Pro tip:  If a scrote points a gun at you, the correct response should be “Blam! Blam! Blam! [repeat as necessary] ” and not “No! No! No!”

If, however, your police force refuses to provide you with a “Blam! Blam! Blam!” option, perhaps you should reconsider your career choice.

Just sayin’.

New York Story

Punks

You may want to watch this video first, for context…

Back in the mid-90s, I was living in North Joizee, and one Sunday we decided to to take the family over to Manhattan for some window-shopping, food and just breathe in the atmosphere of the City.  I’d been there many times before, and Connie had actually lived in Chinatown for a while, several years earlier.

Anyway, we were walking through Greenwich Village after lunch at some diner or other, when I spotted from some distance away a young guy walking towards us, showing the same kind of attitude as The Verve’s Richard Ashcroft in the video, bumping carelessly into people and in general acting like a total asshole.

So I quietly told Connie to get behind me and shepherd the kids towards the shop window and away from the street.  She could tell from my attitude that something was about to happen, but as a one-time New Yorker she had street smarts and didn’t argue the point.

I watched this guy getting closer, and adjusted my position slightly towards the middle of the sidewalk, more or less in line with his approach.  Then about two steps before he got close, I looked to my right as though window-shopping, and braced myself.  Actually, I didn’t just brace myself:  I leaned forward and hardened my stance.  I might even have pushed forward a little.

So we collided.  But instead of Mr. Attitude carrying on like nothing had happened, he bounced off me and flew off the sidewalk, smashing into a parked car and falling heavily to the ground.

I didn’t even look round, just carried on walking, but I heard Connie giggle, “Whoa… well, he had that coming.”

I fucking hate antisocial self-centered punks.  My only regret after all these years is that I wasn’t in that video to dole out the same treatment to Richard Ashcroft.

Always loved the song, though.