>Shooter was a communist incel jihadist
>The attack was directed at jewish pornhub
>He killed a muslim cop instead
>The only other victim was killed by a female cop
This feels like a shitpost
It was a lady cop? It was a rabbi coming out of PornHub headquarters? Shooter was a communist? The other cop was named Mohammed? It was in a gun free zone? Took place in Canada?
@ohioaninexile@iAnonPatriot I generally concur. I worked right off Buckeye for 5 years but I've lived on the west side for longer than that. It's practically night and day difference. Roads aren't great in places near me, but not like this and I don't have to deal with the crime
@FreddyLA7 Ohh you're coming to my neck of the woods in Cleveland! I recommend Fathead's Brewery not too far off the turnpike on I-71. They've got a great selection of beers they make on site!
Responding to your nauseating bait in the guise of a diatribe isn't proof anyone's mad. It leans towards showing you how many people think you're a retard for thinking we care and they want you to know how stupid you sound. People like myself don't bother to fret what others outside our country think of it here when it's just noise like this.
@the_fem_tm Sounds like vague, generalist slop you've contrived in your head loosely based on a previous bad experience you had first or second hand. Most modern women like you are a plague upon the countries you live in and pander to the lowest common denominators.
It's Juneteenth Eve so don't forget to leave out Kool aid pineapples and sickle cell medicine tonight. Otherwise, St. George Floyd will steal you catalytic converter
@_sn_n You're too fuckin dense and stupid to just look it up and see Dana paid for the event, which is why he said afterwards he can't afford to do this again
Austin Metcalf is dead.
Let’s stop dancing around the obvious.
Austin Metcalf received the death penalty.
Karmelo Anthony received 35 years.
One of them lives.
One of them gets a gravestone.
Save the faux outrage.
The real victim in this case is NOT the convicted killer.
The real victim is the young man who will never come home again and the family that will spend the rest of their lives grieving a loss that can never be undone.
This was a track meet.
A place for competition, teamwork, and sportsmanship.
NOT violence.
NOT murder.
And spare us the racial narratives.
Murder is wrong regardless of the race of the victim or the perpetrator. Any decent society should be able to agree on that.
Austin Metcalf lost everything.
His family got a life sentence of grief.
And while some are busy turning this tragedy into a racial debate, the Metcalf family is looking at the empty chair at the dinner table and remembering who actually paid the highest price.
Austin Metcalf got the death penalty.
Never forget that.
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.