Hipster Punk Verbally Assaults Cops in Bodega. Their Reaction is Predictable...
Videos of punks being punks to members of the NYPD is par for the course, seeing as they're punks. Being epic douchelords is described in the first paragraph of Punkery 101 for Dummies (see NYPD Shows up to Help Peacefully, #BlackLivesMatter Hurl Insults and NY Police Union Delivers Powerful Video to #BlackLivesMatter). But this hipster doofus?
Look, we're rolling our eyes as much as the two officers probably wanted to, but shocker...99.89% of cops are professional. And if you didn't know this clown was a clown, check the Che hat he's wearing. Yes, the same Che who hated black people who called them lazy. And the same Che whose policia would have been promptly executed this clown without trial.
And I'm sorry, you went to an Ivy league?
That "Ivy League" school should burn itself down if they count this punk as one of its attendees.
And no, that was not a call for arson. The school will probably self-combust, the point of origin being a copy of this dummy's student record. Some things cannot exist in reality.
As a side note, you know the satisfaction of watching a loudmouth punk get put in his place? I'm not sure what exactly is going on here, but...
Part 2 https://t.co/I0RGQjzUJ0— Justin Whang 🐙 (@Justin Whang 🐙) 1489685669.0
Where's your hatred of cops now?
Look, this is the kind of crap cops have to deal with every day. And for every news-maker who loses his cool, ten more has countless interactions like this every day without losing his cool. But guess who makes the news?
Imagine if at work, every day you walked in, somebody called you a useless pig, waved their finger in your face and non-stop berated you. Then the cameras only started rolling when you kicked his ass, and every douche assumed all cops were just those who beat people up for no reason. Like this twitwad. That's the problem with partially rolling tape, and false narratives pushed by cop-hating lackeys.
Ass kicking is more than we can say for watching Beauty and the Beast, though. Where the only asses kicked belonged to audience members.