The Gulfport, Florida Police released a video a couple of weeks ago from a school bus surveillance camera that shows three, weed-dealing black teenaged thugs beating the shitake out of one, thirteen-year-old white kid.
It was an unholy smack down of demonic proportions. If you haven’t seen it you can watch the gruesome video here. Satan must be so proud.
The kid got his clocked cleaned because he told his school officials that the three, black teens tried to sell him a dime bag of weed. After they pummeled him, breaking his arm and blackening his eyes, they stole his money.
The animalistic, over-the-frickin’-top, violent incident occurred on July 9th, 2013.
It was, however, first reported on July 11th, 2013. The weird thing about the initial reporting, which just happened to be two days before the Zimmerman verdict, was that the video didn’t get released and the color of the culprits and the human punching bag got conveniently omitted.
I believe the video didn’t hit the local airwaves until July 29th. I’m also pretty certain that, as of today, NBC, ABC, CNN, MSLSD and the Central BS national networks have yet to run it. Yawn.
Hey guys: could you possibly be less obvious?
Nowadays, when I’m tooling around in my Armageddon Bug-Out vehicle listening to TV via my satellite radio and I hear them report a violent beat down like the aforementioned, and Ron Burgundy doesn’t immediately mention the race of the criminals, I know with 99.9% certainty that it wasn’t Doogie Howser who doled out the ass-kicking or murder.
Another thing that tips me off that it wasn’t a white devil’s doing is if Sharpton’s not on immediately after the account screaming and strutting like a rooster that just got its comb caught in an electric fence.
Aside from the uncut animus started by these three, black thugs on one thirteen-year-old kid, another thing that was disgusting to me was the adult male bus driver didn’t do a thing to stop it. Whatever happened to an old man smackdown?
Oh, and one more revolting occurrence was the other kids on the bus didn’t do squat, either. They just sat there and filmed it on their phones. And people wonder why good folks carry concealed weapons. If that would have happened to me, or to one of my family members or friends, in my presence, the cops would have needed three body bags and none of them would be for me.
Even though the race of the criminals and the video evidence was a little slow in getting out, I’m glad it did as it shows in living color what the race-baiters have called societies “unjust fears”. I expect that before it gets better it’s gonna get worse.
Welcome to hell.
To end on a positive note, herewith are four ditties to prepare you should you get into an altercation with any of these idiots, no matter what race, color and creed they hail from.
1. Avoid Idiots. If you know there is a fair to middling chance that there is going to be a crap load of undisciplined miscreants on a bus, or train, or at a concert, sporting event, union rally, OWS protest, etc. then … uh … don’t go there, girlfriend. Duh.
A little common sense will keep you from such critters. I avoid a lot of this stuff because I don’t travel or go to or through places that suck. If you live in a place that’s rife with this scat, then work your butt off and leave that den of iniquity in the dust. You’re welcome.
2. Take Martial Arts. If that thirteen-year-old knew Jiu Jitsu, Tae Kwon Do, Krav Maga or other systems of opening up a can of whoop-ass then there’s a great chance that the criminals would have been lying on the bus floor screaming like wounded hogs. Sure, you would have been charged with assault or a “hate crime”, or sued for violating the gangs “civil rights” for stomping their skulls in self-defense; but after a long, lengthy trial you’d be exonerated. I think …
3. Carry a Concealed Weapon. If you’re of legal age, adeptly trained and licensed to carry a pistol, then do it. It is the ultimate equalizer should you have the misfortune of finding yourself in such a situation.
4. Find your wolf pack. As much as possible, hang out with a group of people. A group of bad-asses, preferably. Being alone ups your chances of getting the blunt end of the pool cue. Watch National Geographic if you don’t believe me. Predators single out their prey.