Posted on 12/14/2018 6:03:28 AM PST by Kid Shelleen
The direct action wing of the Democrat party strikes again.
I understand, gents. Thanks for calling me out on this. Cheers!
“I hope these Marines fought back and not simply remain ‘bewildered’.”
According to the court testimony, the Marines were maced/pepper sprayed first and them pummeled by the mob, so no, I doubt they were able to fight back.
It took a while to get that, very funneee!!!
Heck, glennaro, I wasn’t calling you out. I have seen a lot of people (including some Marines here) who said they shouldn’t have let their butts get kicked.
Hey, if a Marine says it, I let it pass because they know better than me how it works with them, I was a Squid, not a Gyrene!
FAT INMATE: When they brought you in here and booked you, you was cryin' like a pussy!
MUSCULAR INMATE: Yeah!
MUSCULAR INMATE: That's because when the cops failed, they threw tear gas in my face, and that's the kinda sh*t they use on crowds, man, and I still walked in here like a man so get outta my face!
FAT INMATE: I mean, you beatin' up on the man, you put the man in the hospital, how come I don't see no marks on you?
MUSCULAR INMATE: Yeah!
BILLY RAY VALENTINE: 'Cause I'm a KARATE MAN, alright? KARATE MAN bruise on the INSIDE, they don't show their weaknesses, but you don't know that, 'cause you're a big Barry White lookin' muthaf***r...now get off my back, alright? I wish my b*****s would hurry up and get here, I ain't got no time to be sittin' inside this cell with you...
FAT INMATE: Where is you b*****s, Mr. Big Time Pimp?
MUSCULAR INMATE: Yeah!
BILLY RAY VALENTINE: (to Skinny Black Inmate) Didn't I tell you, the phone in my limousine is busted, and I can't get in contact with mah b*****s?
SKINNY BLACK INMATE: (to Fat Inmate) Yeah! The phone in the limo is busted...what is ya, ignorant?
BILLY RAY VALENTINE: (Fat Inmate and Muscular Inmate get up and walk threateningly in his direction) Hey look, sit down, alright?
FAT INMATE: It ain't cool to be no jive turkey, so close to Thanksgiving!
BILLY RAY VALENTINE: Hey man...heh heh...eh...heh...you boys don't know what you're doin', I can see that already...do you know who you're f*****g with? DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE F*****G WITH? WEAAAAAUGH! BACK THE F**K UP! BACK UP! DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE F*****G WITH? IN CELL NUMBER FOUR! ON THE NINTH FLOOR!
GUARD: Billy Ray Valentine?
BILLY RAY VALENTINE: Yeah?
GUARD: Move it. Ya made bail.
BILLY RAY VALENTINE: I did?
Hispanic is a linguistic term referring to Spanish speakers. Latino is the correct word for people of Latin American ancestry.
as a person of Italian descent I lay claim to the term Latino
Quite obviously, he was referring to his ethnicity, while the attackers were calling him "white supremacist."
What did you do... whistle "Baby, It's Cold Outside" in Whole Foods?
I was in the USN and I was wearing a Klansmen cap and was attacked by four drunk black guys (maybe five, I can’t remember)
Seriously, only kidding...I was actually wearing a “CLANSMEN” cap (My squadron was VA-46 Clansmen...the same one McCain was in when he was involved in the Forrestal Fire) I don’t know if the guy actually thought it was a “Klansmen” KKK hat or a “Clansmen” of the Scottish variety (which is what the squadron was) perhaps the guy was not literate enough to tell the difference. Or maybe he was, and they just wanted to go “polar bear hunting” which as Colin Flaherty explains, involves a lone white male (usually wearing glasses) and a group of black males.
They jumped me one night as I was walking between barracks, and someone kicked me in the ass...hard. I whirled around, and the guy said “I don’t like your hat.” to which I replied “Too bad...you and I are going to have at it...” as I removed my glasses and just as I said it, three or four other guys came out from behind the building and surrounded me.
I honestly didn’t know what to do, so I got into a crouch as I spun in a slow circle, and one of the guys said “Ah, he knows karate” (which I didn’t) and that bought me about four seconds while they sized me up.
Then they fell on me.
I went down immediately as soon as the blows starting raining from all directions, then they began kicking me. Fortunately, it was clear to me had all been drinking, so as I was curled up in a ball trying to figure out what to do, their kicks and blows were probably hitting each other as much as they were me.
I yelled a couple of times “HELP! HELP!” but nobody came. I was in between two barracks about 30-40 yards apart (This was at Cecil Field in Florida) and as I was curled up protecting my genitals and my face and head, I saw there was a gap in their circle, and jumped up and ran to a door of my barracks as they ran after me in hot pursuit.
When I got onto the landing of the stairs into the barracks, there was a bucket with a swab in it, and I grabbed it and began wielding it like a baseball bat with my back to the door, so they couldn’t get to me. After some interval of time (I honestly don’t know how long) they walked off and disappeared into the night.
I wasn’t hurt. But I immediately walked the quarter mile or so over to the hangar where my boss was on duty (AD1 Woods) for that night shift. I told him what happened, and he said: “Do you want me to round up a few guys and we can go look for them?” I had enough adrenaline for one night, and besides...I would never have been able to recognize them.
It is an interesting thing. I had fully enough light to see them clearly. I was able to look into each of their faces fully for a few seconds each. But the adrenaline and everything else just completely wiped their visages from my memory. For the life of me, I simply had no recollection of what they looked like, except they were all black.
I owe a lot to my boss, AD1 Woods. Woods was a black guy. But he would have had no issue hunting down those guys because they attacked me. I often think that I might have carried that attack on my shoulder for a while, but...how could I after Woods made his offer? I admit, for the remainder of the time I was at NAS Cecil Field, I looked at the face of nearly every black guy I walked by, but...just couldn’t remember. I would think...”Was he one of them?”
But I was glad it didn’t prejudice me going forward. Never had that kind of racial issue in my life. I am hard on black American culture, I think it is extremely corrosive, degrading, and destructive, but I have been able to accept blacks as individuals. I thank my mother and father for that, but I also thank AD1 Woods. I often wish I could meet him again and thank him properly. I don’t think I ever did.
If this weren’t so outrageous it would have made a great scene for a Mel Brooks movie. “Wait I’m Mexican!”
Wonderful telling of your story, rlmorel. Glad you were not permanently injured! Kudos to AD1 Woods, one of the good guys.
You bet...a good one indeed! And if we don’t cross paths...Merry Christmas to you!
What do they teach Marines these days? It’s embarrassing, size and numeric disparity notwithstanding.
Situational awareness is critical.
If a city’s laws render one weaponless (no guns or knives), carry a cane or impact tool of some kind (baton, kubotan, Maglite, etc.).
Expect to encounter chemical weapons (mace, pepper spray).
Don’t wait to be attacked. Instead, initiate a preemptive strike by taking out the principals. Reduce the numbers further, if necessary, and break contact when possible.
Welcome to Amerika.
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