When you date one asshole, maybe it's his fault.
When you date 31 assholes, maybe it's your fault.
This guy had been arrested 31 times for assault, petty theft and selling untaxed cigs and other stuff. Of course he's tired of being hassled by the cops - the cops are tired of being hassled by him too. And let's be serious, if his health is so fragile that his 350-pound fat ass can't handle being gently jiu jitsu'd by a guy half his size, well, he should probably not mess with cops in the first place.
From what I can tell, the cops' use of force was a little excessive, but when a large man is agitated and angry in front of you, you might expect the worst. And there's no reasonable way they could have expected him to die from being restrained - it's not like they pulled guns and beat him to death Rodney King style.
I'm bloody sick and tired of law enforcement - as slightly out of line as they were here - being run up the flagpole when they don't handle the 274th shithead of the day with surgical precision and deference. Why do we always make civil justice cases out of losers and scumbags, and they become the heroes of the day rather than the good and decent people who go through their lives with their own struggles and difficulties without destroying civilization around them? Why is it the Trayvons, the losers and the scumbags, that pull our heartstrings and inform our moral struggles? Why is it not everyday Joe or Jane (or Jerome and Shaylynne, or whatever) who tow the social line and pay their taxes and try to stay out of trouble rather than to court it at every turn?
That's not to say that there aren't bad cops out there. But the only time we ever hear about good cops is when they pet a baby goat, or skateboard, or make some autistic child's dream come true by giving him a ridealong. And that doesn't make up for the few bad apples out of the bunch, who we bellyache about when they tase some violent drug addict into submission and then he has a stroke. Whatever.
Get these assholes off of my Facebook feed.