MarxUltor posted:

Also privileged by the bill are former cops, or anyone perceived as a cop.

I have a cunning plan *keystone kop outfits avalanche out of closet*

glomper_stomper posted:

http://www.miamiherald.com/news/local/crime/article90905442.htmKinsey said when he asked the officer why he fired his weapon, the cop responded, “I don’t know.”

the Cop is inherently violent and prone to bursts of irrational bloodlust

xipe posted:

DildoMalone posted:

man shoot cop now thats news

hi dildo malone how is life?

life is all right, "keep on truckin'" thats what i always say

The_Boourns_Identity posted:

Yesterday I was talking to a retired Texas police officer & had a great conversation about black lives matter and how to reform the system, last night I was harassed by the chilliest police officer for poke-hunting after hours in the park and we had a funny and chill interaction.

Then this morning I saw the video of the behavior therapist getting shot and my heart is breaking



I can't handle this stress my brown body is prone to high blood pressure

Go suck a cop's dick you narcissistic fascist moron

glomper_stomper posted:

Kinsey said when he asked the officer why he fired his weapon, the cop responded, “I don’t know.”

It struck me that all I had to do was to turn, walk away, and think no more about it. But the whole beach, pulsing with heat, was pressing on my back. I took some steps toward the stream. The Autist didn’t move. After all, there was still some distance between us. Perhaps because of the shadow on his face, he seemed to be grinning at me.
I waited. The heat was beginning to scorch my cheeks; beads of sweat were gathering in my eyebrows. It was just the same sort of heat as at my mother’s funeral, and I had the same disagreeable sensations—especially in my forehead, where all the veins seemed to be bursting through the skin. I couldn’t stand it any longer, and took another step forward. I knew it was a fool thing to do; I wouldn’t get out of the sun by moving on a yard or so. But I took that step, just one step, forward.
And then the Autist drew his toy truck and held it up toward me, athwart the sunlight.
A shaft of light shot upward from the plastic, and I felt as if a long, thin blade transfixed my forehead. At the same moment all the sweat that had accumulated in my eyebrows splashed down on my eyelids, covering them with a warm film of moisture. Beneath a veil of brine and tears my eyes were blinded; I was conscious only of the cymbals of the sun clashing on my skull, and, less distinctly, of the keen blade of light flashing up from the truck, scarring my eyelashes, and gouging into my eyeballs.
Then everything began to reel before my eyes, a fiery gust came from the sea, while the sky cracked in two, from end to end, and a great sheet of flame poured down through the rift. Every nerve in my body was a steel spring, and my grip closed on the rifle. The trigger gave, and the smooth underbelly of the butt (lmao) jogged my palm. And so, with that crisp, whipcrack sound, it all began. I shook off my sweat and the clinging veil of light. I knew I’d shattered the balance of the day, the spacious calm of this beach on which I had been happy. But I fired four shots more into the inert body, on which they left no visible trace. And each successive shot was another loud, fateful rap on the door of my undoing paid vacation.

Cops have shot & killed 3 Ferguson organizers, put their bodies in cars, and torched the cars to destroy the evidence. That's obvious right?

— sad sad sad (@aGoodTweeter) September 7, 2016

He was later found shot dead in a burning car pic.twitter.com/ebqSf0M2Cu

— duncan (@publictransprt) September 7, 2016