Convicted road rage killer shot dead by driver in Florida

WISH ^ | August 10, 2016 | WFLA Staff Reports

[Red Badger]

We rented a Mercedes and cruised along about 100 MPH and big BMWs passed us like we were sitting still!..

[WKB]

If we didn’t live AND learn we wouldn’t get much living done.

[Drawsing]

Everybody’s walking around (and driving around) with a chip on their shoulder because Oprah, Dr. Phil, Whitney Houston and every other popular singer, musician, actress. etc... has told them they are special. Self-esteem is the mantra of our culture.

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of God.”

[fungoking]

The BMW guy didn’t give in to the guy merging, which was kind of a dick move,

What's the difference between a BMW and a porcupine? The pricks are on the inside of the BMW.

[Trailerpark Badass]

My driver’s ed instructor told me, “this is Georgia; assume every car has a loaded gun in it.” I’ve been a very polite driver ever since.

[vetvetdoug]

I’ve learned to smile with the most innocent face and wave non threatening while mouthing curse words. Most of the time it diffuses the situation and they are no more the wiser.

[The Antiyuppie]

I believe that this is called a “public service homicide”.

Or, as paraphrased in many movies, “some people just need killin’”.

[NFHale]

I believe the correct terminology is... “Dumbass”.

And now Dead Dumbass.

[goat granny]

good words to live by in a marriage also.

[BDParrish]

Doin' 25 through the Centreville, GA school zone, havin' already learned the hard way that those people are SERIOUS about their speed limit signs, a man come up hard on my bumper honkin' and wavin' his fists at me. He couldn't get around 'cause of oncomin' cars. I was unconcerned. I figured that when we got over the rise and around the bend he'd see the police station and the speed trap, and maybe even be grateful that I'd saved him some money.

Sure enough, there was the cop in his usual spot, and we went past him and out of the zone without incident. At the 40 mile an hour sign, I sped up... just as that fellow behind me decided it was time to pass. He must've thought I was tryin' to prevent him from goin' around.

He stomped the gas, passin' and mouthin' somethin' about my mother, and zoomed ahead until he stopped in the middle of that narrow bridge right there at Brantley Road, (I really miss old Johnny Brantley... sigh...) where he got out, and angrily walked back towards me. I reckon he was gonna ask me to dance.

I stopped my car and without makin' any faces at him, or sayin' anything at all about his mother, I leaned over, opened up the glove compartment and stuck my hand in. He froze, eyes wide as saucers. He whirled around and double-timed back to his car and got outta there.

It's a good thing, because I was ready to slap him with a map of the Eastern United States!