I don't like how people are allowed to behave badly and get away with it. There are safe guards set in place this kind of thing, but only if we breech a certain level of bad, a threshold. So for example, you can pretty much go around and make people as uncomfortable as you want verbally by telling them ugly things, cussing at them, teasing them, but you aren't allowed to physically fight back - you are only allowed to get on their level by yelling back or keep your mouth shut and try to take the high road. I don't agree with this at all, but the only other option is physical violence which usually ends badly for everyone. So like I opened this paragraph with, "People are allowed to behave badly and get away with it."
I hate that, it makes me so angry that it shuts me down when it happens. Unfortunately my programmed response is to start whaling on said person, but since I am no longer 18, I cannot afford to go to jail - not that I have ever been to jail - but I have come close a few times. There is a lot more to lose now. I still don't understand why these sub human pieces of shit are allowed to get away with what they do - but I guess the system is setup so there is the least amount of abrasiveness. It isn't a good system, but less people get hurt in the process I suppose. I don't think the system accounts for grudges, harboring ill will or resentment - and that is a bigger problem in my opinion.
Here is a little story of something that happened to me recently and it both infuriated me and scared me. I had a friend over for dinner, he parked his car in the designated guest parking area. When I walked him back to his car, we saw that the car next to him - which was parked badly - left a two nice pock marks on his door. My friend just got his used car recently - this is not fair. So we called the police and asked what we could do - the popo said we could do nothing. Okay... so my friend decided to write a note for the shmuck who scratched his door. We were very sure it was him because this asshole had scratches up and down his door and the exact spacing between the pock marks matched the exact spacing of this asshole's car door. His note basically said, "Hey buddy, I believe you scratched my door with your driver's side door. Please call me at xxx-xxx-xxxx if you would like to resolve this problem. Thank you. -aldfkjljas".
So we hung out and waited to see if this piece of shit would show up because we saw people were returning to their cars. It was apparent that all of these people were leaving from the same home in my complex. Finally the drunken piece of Cuban shit walks over with his house battered wife and 4 cum stain male children and we tell the piece of shit what happened. He proceeds to tell us in broken Cuban that we are liars and that we are just looking for a pay out. I told him to open his door completely and lo and behold the fucking door matches the pock marks EXACTLY. He then says a bunch on intelligible Cuban and gets into his car. Meanwhile I am going ape shit telling him he hit the car (this was my mistake, I lost my cool) and he should pay for it, but he is just ignoring us. He back's up the car, looks at my friend's car - looks at his plate and says - this is your car? "Yes it is my car", the Cuban fuck then says "Ok Ok Ok... I will keep an eye out...". Before he left we asked him to give back the paper with my friend's phone number on it, he said "No I will hold on to this...", but it was the way he was saying it, as if he was going to do something bad with the information.
As he proceeded to drive off, I yelled out, "FUCK YOU" - mistake number 2 on my part, should have kept my mouth shut, but I was very mad - he then stops the car, jumps out, quickly hobbles over to me and begins to say in a yelling tone (I will omit the caps) "You fucking Americans have no balls, I Spanish, in my country I would KILL you and your friends right now for saying what you said. Fuck you Americans, No balls!" He is saying all this while bumping his chest against mine with his alcohol soaked breath. I kept my mouth shut to not escalate this any further because my only other option was to let him have the first hit on me (he started the fight officer), so I could then beat the shit out of him or stab him with my knife which I always carry. Luckily, his house battered wife came over and pushed him away while he called me several pejorative terms in Spanish - because he thinks I don't speak Spanish.
So this could have ended badly for either one of us. I could have killed him, he could have killed me, we both could have just beat the shit out of each other into a bloody pulp - but none of that happened. The only thing I walked away with from this was - he got away with scratching my friend's car, lying about it, then making a death threat against us.
We called the police - again - and told them what happened. The popo was very reluctant to do anything about this. Wow, thanks police that I fund with my fucking tax payer money. Public servants my ass. We forced them to make a report about it anyhow, gave them the fucking license plate number, make, model of the car - what the Cuban piece of shit looked like.
I hate Macho Man Cubans SO MUCH. This guy must have been a criminal in his country, to say something like he said so easily, what a fucking asshole.
I proceeded to think about how much I wish I could have killed the guy, stick a knife in his fucking throat and watch him bleed to death. Or shoot him at point blank range and watch the gray matter spray around. Unfortunately, his family wouldn't deserve that - they weren't at fault - he was. I would go to jail no matter what - self defense or not - that would fuck my family over too.
However, the same fact remains - he got away with this - unscathed - he is allowed to go around and make death threats - he is allowed to scratch people's cars up at his leisure. Where is the justice here? I am supposed to just take the moral high road because this guy is an asshole. Well, then I am going to continue to hate this person for the rest of my life and I will make life difficult for him if the opportunity permits itself. He made a few mistakes - I know what car he drives, I know what he looks like, I have his plate number.
I can find him if I feel like it.
He had better pray I don't see him again, if I see him again and if approaches me or says anything to me or my friend (he has his number) I am going to call the police and I will make sure he arrested one way or another.
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