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I saw this post on a blog from a guy who was almost shot by a gangbanger:
I had a pretty scary first-hand experience with the American gun problem last night.
I went to have dinner with a friend, which required me driving a few miles, so I walked two blocks from my house to pickup my truck here in the mission.
I got to the corner my truck was parked on, on that corner is a small mom and pop grocery store (you see them just about every block in San Francisco), next to the store were three teenagers playing around, sort of wrestling, or as my dad likes to say “playing grab ass”. Two of them were sort of teasing the other one, bear-hugging him, etc. It appeared to be pretty playful typical teenage-guy horsing around stuff, and I didn’t really think much of it.
They were dressed in typical moronic gang-banger garb, baggy plants, and lots of “bling” sideways baseball hats, more or less the tourettes syndrome of modern American retard fashion. Almost all of the American kids are dressed this way in my hood, so that in itself is not a big deal, but you never know which of these kids are wanna be “gangstas” and which ones are stupid enough to go the extra mile.
Turns out, these kids, at least one of them, was stupid enough.
I crossed the street, waiting for the next light to change, as soon as I got there they started yelling at each other, in that lucid diplomatic way American youth has picked up from whatever rap-artist-of-the-week they’re trying to emulate… “Niggah” this and “Motha ****a” that.
The light changes, and I’m about to cross with this cute Latin girl next to me, when we hear POP POP POP… Really loud, as in M80’s, not firecrackers. It was surreal; I couldn’t believe anyone would use a gun just 20 feet from me over something so stupid as a wrestling match gone awry. For the first few seconds I really thought maybe someone threw a string of powerful firecrackers into the melee, I think the girl did too, as she didn’t seem too panicked either.
That all changed when about 5 seconds later one of the kids comes running right by us, then runs down the block to a gas station, meanwhile the kid who was being harassed runs into the middle of the intersection, waving a gun, screaming all sorts of ridiculous nonsense “I told you Niggah I told you Niggah! That’s right, don’t you mess with me Niggah!”
Then it happened, everyone in a one block radius freaked out and ran. The girl and I bolted down a side street, so did other people who happened to be on sidewalks within a block of this idiocy. I ran for about 3 blocks, and watched the shooter (who I’m guessing was 16 or 17) continue to wander around the intersection, full of bravado, still screaming epitaphs, I couldn’t reach my truck as the guys orbit would take him just 10 yards or so from it every few seconds, the last thing in the world I needed was to be car-jacked by this asshat.
I was now about two blocks away, safely watching this with a small crowd of other people at the end of the street; I imagine the same thing was happening 1-2 blocks away on the other streets as well.
After about three minutes, the sirens started, I have to give the SFPD credit for their quick response; I also heard the tell-tale sounds of ambulance and fire engine sirens, heading in the direction of the gas station.
The shooter disappeared up the street, in the opposite direction from where I was just as the cops arrived, within just a few minutes there were cops everywhere, and everything was cordoned off. I walked back up the street, feeling safe now, and surveyed the results of 16 year old retards having easy access to hand guns in America.
Down at the gas station, an ambulance crew was working on the guy who had run past us, apparently he was shot, and made it to the cashier booth at the gas station before collapsing in a pool of blood.
Back at the Mom & Pop store, the cops were checking out the footage from the security cameras (which I didn’t even know was there) which actually showed the entire thing unfold, in living color, just as if you were watching it from the comfort of your living room.
I finally made it to my truck, went to dinner a little shaken up, and told the whole store you just read to my friend.
I came home almost 2 hours later, and the gas station was back to normal, but they had cordoned off the entire area near the store with police tap, and we’re looking all over the place, for shell casings I would presume.
Another 20 feet, or maybe another 20 seconds, and I would have been right in the middle of this mess, who knows, I may have been hurt or killed.
But hell, it’s good to know responsible gun owners can still buy hand guns isn’t it?
This is the one thing that people like Ron Paul, and the Pro-Gun Lobby will NEVER understand. Sure, in an ideal world, only people kill people, and guns are kept by responsible gun owners, locked in vaults, only used for target practice or killing bambi’s.
But in the real world?
You know, the one that REAL people live in, in this place called REALITY? In that world, tens of thousands of Americans die every year due to gun violence. While it may be the Columbines and Virginia Techs that make the news, it’s the every day bull**** emotional outburst by some ****ed up teenager with an easily acquired handgun that kills other people, by the THOUSANDS every month.
This is something Ron Paul just doesn’t understand; there are ramifications to his view that everyone should be responsible for themselves with unrestricted market economies.
In fantasy land, only responsible people own guns, girls and women don’t have unwanted pregnancies, and everyone can buy their own health-care, the reality is far different than that, and until you experience it first hand, you’ll never really know.
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