Poop Head
Judge me.
That 79 is sweet! And for that price?!?
Bronco prices went way up when they said the new ones were coming
Theres a white, mint condition, late 90's Bronco, with the licence plate "NOT OJ". Love that one
4 Minneapolis officers fired in death of black man
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Bronco prices went way up when they said the new ones were coming
Theres a white, mint condition, late 90's Bronco, with the licence plate "NOT OJ". Love that one
Anal. Thanks for asking.
I don't know. I have my doubts.
Shift Inhibit
He who laughs last didn't get it.
MAKAVELI
Well-Known Member
You're white, that's how. Ttku....
Benben
Working on a new degree, Masters in BS Detecting!
Winning the genetic lottery and being born with a silver spoon in your while starting the game standing on third base sure has its benefits huh?
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Virescit Vulnere Virtus
Now THAT’S funny! Silver spoon, huh? LMAO! I’ll have to tell my siblings about that.
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So you’re saying following the laws everyday, and being respectful to police when stopped or having any kind of interaction with them has nothing to do with it? Interesting......
It will be fine
Well-Known Member
You don’t think race has an impact on those interactions? You really believe doing the same things a black person would be treated exactly the same as you? Are people really this naive?
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Virescit Vulnere Virtus
I’m not stupid. I know there is such a thing as DWB. I also know if one is stopped for DWB, their chances of death increase immensely if they resist arrest or run. If they are polite and cooperative, their chances of having a normal interaction with police are much higher. It’s that simple.
newfie
Well-Known Member
no! a black wendys supervisor called the police on the career black criminal that had passed out in her drive through line.
the black career criminal was treated respectfully until he failed a DUI at which point he became violent and attempted hurt those police officers.
The minneapolis example is the most heinous example of police abuse i have ever seen. its god awful. Race has not been proven to have anything to do with that death. to do so you would have to selectively isolate and ignore the contribution of the asian and black police officers.
these are the unpleasant facts of these events which no one wants to discuss. Race has not been proven to be a reason for either event and yet we are having a race crisis based on an unproven assumption.
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Virescit Vulnere Virtus
Also, if everyone stopped for DWB were to be polite and cooperative, Cops might not be so on edge with every stop and, who knows, eventually they might stop being such
s because they wouldn’t have to fear for their lives every stinking time.
It will be fine
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Ya it’s black people’s fault. That’s the ticket. LolAlso, if everyone stopped for DWB were to be polite and cooperative, Cops might not be so on edge with every stop and, who knows, eventually they might stop being such
An essay from a local Md.
Pre-Existing Condition (Devin Gaskins)
In light of George Floyd’s death and the falsified autopsy results that were initially released, I would like to make it clear in the event of my own murder what actually caused my death, and to describe to you what you are seeing when my execution is televised.
It is unclear at this time what event led to my death, as there are many mistakes I could’ve made to have caused it. I may have been asking a police officer for help. I may have been in my broken down car. I may have been leaving a party. I may have been out for a run. I may have been sleeping in my apartment. I may have been answering my phone.
My report may say I succumbed to cardiac arrest from the bullets that ripped holes in my heart. This is incorrect. Those holes had already existed. One was made in elementary school when a classmate refused to talk to me because her parents told her she must never speak with Black people. Another was made each time I was called a ni**er by members of opposing sports teams. Countless others were made by peers that denied my struggles out of discomfort at acknowledging their own privilege.
My report may say I died due to asphyxiation. This is also untrue. It was not my trachea, crushed under the weight of the officer’s knee on my neck, or my lungs collapsing as my ribcage splintered against the asphalt that killed me. It was the suffocating atmosphere of a childhood of prejudice and isolation that constricted my airway. It was me, screaming until my throat was bloodied and my lungs were hollow, trying to be heard over those calling me a thug and the others shouting all lives matter that exhausted my breath. It was the noose that silenced my ancestors, which was fitted for my neck at the day of my birth and slowly tightened each day, that caused me to scream I Can’t Breathe.
You will hear me cry out for my parents. I am not calling for them to save me. I’m screaming in heartbreak that their constant assurance that I was enough for this world was not enough to protect me from it. I scream in frustration that at 16 as I got my first car, my parents had no choice but to sit me down and tell me what to do if I ever got pulled over, so that I may make it back home alive. I scream out for my parents, because I know that they will be forced to repeatedly live out my final moments as they try to grieve. My struggling body will grow still on every television in America. My name, meant to be embroidered on a white coat, will instead be immortalized as a hashtag. My face will adorn signs, only to be placed in the trash when the next Black person is needlessly killed.
On the screen you will see me weeping; these are not tears from gas or pepper spray. You will see my shirt soak red. This is not blood leaking out of me. What you see seeping from every orifice of my being is my disappointment and rage. My disappointment at coming so close to beating a system designed to make me fail. My rage at knowing that my chance to make it in this world, to become a doctor, to become successful despite all the roadblocks in my way, is being stolen by murderers. Murderers who are too cowardly to conduct their hateful acts on their own and instead choose to hide themselves amongst the ranks of those who truly try to protect and serve us.
My autopsy report will list pre-existing conditions that caused my death. This will be the first truthful thing that you read. But know it was not a heart condition, a physical abnormality, or a toxin that killed me. My pre-existing condition was being born Black in America. I want it to be known that my death, at the hands of the police, was not due to the failure of my body, but the success of a systemically racist system.
Black lives matter. My life matters. Protests work. If these statements weren’t true, the opposition wouldn’t be fighting them so hard.
Pre-Existing Condition (Devin Gaskins)
In light of George Floyd’s death and the falsified autopsy results that were initially released, I would like to make it clear in the event of my own murder what actually caused my death, and to describe to you what you are seeing when my execution is televised.
It is unclear at this time what event led to my death, as there are many mistakes I could’ve made to have caused it. I may have been asking a police officer for help. I may have been in my broken down car. I may have been leaving a party. I may have been out for a run. I may have been sleeping in my apartment. I may have been answering my phone.
My report may say I succumbed to cardiac arrest from the bullets that ripped holes in my heart. This is incorrect. Those holes had already existed. One was made in elementary school when a classmate refused to talk to me because her parents told her she must never speak with Black people. Another was made each time I was called a ni**er by members of opposing sports teams. Countless others were made by peers that denied my struggles out of discomfort at acknowledging their own privilege.
My report may say I died due to asphyxiation. This is also untrue. It was not my trachea, crushed under the weight of the officer’s knee on my neck, or my lungs collapsing as my ribcage splintered against the asphalt that killed me. It was the suffocating atmosphere of a childhood of prejudice and isolation that constricted my airway. It was me, screaming until my throat was bloodied and my lungs were hollow, trying to be heard over those calling me a thug and the others shouting all lives matter that exhausted my breath. It was the noose that silenced my ancestors, which was fitted for my neck at the day of my birth and slowly tightened each day, that caused me to scream I Can’t Breathe.
You will hear me cry out for my parents. I am not calling for them to save me. I’m screaming in heartbreak that their constant assurance that I was enough for this world was not enough to protect me from it. I scream in frustration that at 16 as I got my first car, my parents had no choice but to sit me down and tell me what to do if I ever got pulled over, so that I may make it back home alive. I scream out for my parents, because I know that they will be forced to repeatedly live out my final moments as they try to grieve. My struggling body will grow still on every television in America. My name, meant to be embroidered on a white coat, will instead be immortalized as a hashtag. My face will adorn signs, only to be placed in the trash when the next Black person is needlessly killed.
On the screen you will see me weeping; these are not tears from gas or pepper spray. You will see my shirt soak red. This is not blood leaking out of me. What you see seeping from every orifice of my being is my disappointment and rage. My disappointment at coming so close to beating a system designed to make me fail. My rage at knowing that my chance to make it in this world, to become a doctor, to become successful despite all the roadblocks in my way, is being stolen by murderers. Murderers who are too cowardly to conduct their hateful acts on their own and instead choose to hide themselves amongst the ranks of those who truly try to protect and serve us.
My autopsy report will list pre-existing conditions that caused my death. This will be the first truthful thing that you read. But know it was not a heart condition, a physical abnormality, or a toxin that killed me. My pre-existing condition was being born Black in America. I want it to be known that my death, at the hands of the police, was not due to the failure of my body, but the success of a systemically racist system.
Black lives matter. My life matters. Protests work. If these statements weren’t true, the opposition wouldn’t be fighting them so hard.
DriveInDriveOut
Inordinately Right
Wow.
You two racists seriously just made the argument that whites are genetically superior to blacks.
I'm sorry you hate yourselves. Maybe you should see a shrink and work that out instead of putting your bigotry on display everyday.
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Fred's Myth
Nonhyphenated American
Enlightenment can be uncomfortable sometimes.
Benben
Working on a new degree, Masters in BS Detecting!
Also, if everyone stopped for DWB were to be polite and cooperative, Cops might not be so on edge with every stop and, who knows, eventually they might stop being such
In your world it's her fault she was raped? If she hadn't said no when asked, if she hadn't worn such a pretty dress, her attacker might not be so on edge, who knows maybe he might stop being such an
.Do you have a dayghter?
This victim blaming by white men in this country is bull
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Virescit Vulnere Virtus
I have two daughters and I told both of them that in an ideal world they can wear whatever they want and go anywhere they want at any time. But seeing as how this isn’t an idea world, they needed to not put themselves in a position where something bad can happen, ie, don’t get trashy drunk at a party. Don’t walk the streets at 2:00 am by themselves. Don’t take a drink from a stranger. You know, common sense things, like following the orders of and being respectful towards police.In your world it's her fault she was raped? If she hadn't said no when asked, if she hadn't worn such a pretty dress, her attacker might not be so on edge, who knows maybe he might stop being such an
Do you have a dayghter?
This victim blaming by white men in this country is bull
Old Man Jingles
Rat out of a cage
Ex-cop charged in George Floyd death accosted by trashy woman while grocery shopping
J. Alexander Keung, freed Friday evening on $750,000 bail, was stocking up at a Cub Foods in the Minneapolis suburb of Plymouth when another shopper started recording on her phone and moved in. Working just his third shift as a cop, Keung helped restrain Floyd, who was black, as cop Derek Chauvin, who is white, fatally knelt on his neck during a May 25 arrest.
“So you’re out of prison, and you’re comfortably shopping in Cub Foods, as if you didn’t do anything,” said the woman, as Keung stopped briefly to talk with her.
“I wouldn’t call it ‘comfortably.’ I’d just say getting necessities,” answered Keung, holding a package of Oreos in his hands.
“I don’t think you should have that right. I don’t even think you should be out on bail,” she said.
“I can understand that,” replied Keung. “I’m sorry you feel that way.”
As she asked if Keung wanted to apologize or felt remorse, the ex-cop said that he just wanted to finish shopping and be on his way.
J. Alexander Keung, freed Friday evening on $750,000 bail, was stocking up at a Cub Foods in the Minneapolis suburb of Plymouth when another shopper started recording on her phone and moved in. Working just his third shift as a cop, Keung helped restrain Floyd, who was black, as cop Derek Chauvin, who is white, fatally knelt on his neck during a May 25 arrest.
“So you’re out of prison, and you’re comfortably shopping in Cub Foods, as if you didn’t do anything,” said the woman, as Keung stopped briefly to talk with her.
“I wouldn’t call it ‘comfortably.’ I’d just say getting necessities,” answered Keung, holding a package of Oreos in his hands.
“I don’t think you should have that right. I don’t even think you should be out on bail,” she said.
“I can understand that,” replied Keung. “I’m sorry you feel that way.”
As she asked if Keung wanted to apologize or felt remorse, the ex-cop said that he just wanted to finish shopping and be on his way.
