Sometimes The ONLY Thing People Understand Is Violence

The biggest story going on in the Richmond area right now is this. A man decides to rob a Baskin-Robbins with a bb-gun that looked more like a semiautomatic. In the process of robbing the place, he tells the 2 workers to move to the back. One of the two, the manager then retreats to get his piece. And then starts shoots at the robber. The robber runs outside in effort to retreat. The manager steps outside and shoots some more.

The robber gets hit in the hand and in the back. The next day, the cops find the robber laid out on his own front lawn with a small amount of money. The cops get him to the hospital. The robber dies. The cops are trying to decide whether or not to charge the manager or not. Virginia law allows a person to use deadly force in self-defense only if his safety is threatened. There is currently a petition being circled around in support of the manager so that the Commonwealth’s Attorney won’t file criminal charges.

It’s known that the robber had a long history of robberies. And IT IS UNFORTUNATE that anybody die like that. (I’m a sympathetic mofo.) Because even though he was wrong, that’s somebody’s father-son-brother-uncle-bf-husband…etc. But don’t get it twisted. If I felt my life was threatened, the robber wouldn’t have gotten that far.

In this day and age, it seems that mofos only understand one thing. The promise of death. God forbid…Straight up, sometimes I be itching for somebody to try to break in my crib. Better bring a tank! And Rambo!

I’d shoot a ninja and torture him a little before the cops show up if there’s anything left of him.

Cops would show up and be like “You had a break-in?”
zlr: “Yeah but he’s dead now. I’m feeding him to the mouses! All of the mouses ever!!!!”