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Seattle Thread - Or - How I saw someone get shot last night
Monkey Ball Warrior
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Well, I didn't see the actual shooting, but it went like this:
I am sitting in bed going to sleep around 3am and the cops show up outside the house with their light and whatnot. This happens fairly often in my neighborhood (26 & S. Washington). Not again I say, it's hard to sleep with flashy blue and red lights coming in my window.
And then I hear the shots.
The fact that the cops were there BEFORE the shots is good. That means it's not just random.
So yeh. About 2 minutes later (which is really longer than I expected) approximately every cop in Seattle had swarmed the neighborhood.
Two guys were shot, I'd say both by the cops, but I'm not sure. One in the shoulder and one in the leg. They were laying directly across the street from my front door.
There is a lot of blood on the sidewalk. The guy with the leg injury was really spurting.
It was funny watching the cops extremely cautiously approach a slowly flailing guy who was obviously in tramatic shock, and once close enough whip some handcuffs on him. I suspect they pulled a weapon on the cops.
Which, you know. That's what happens when you do something stupid like that. With the SPD, they're lucky they only got shot in the leg.
I'm not actually upset about this. It's hardly ideal, don't get me wrong, but it almost seems like the fact that it happened directly in front of my house was just a coincidence.
So... Has anyone else seen any gunshot wounds?
EDIT: THIS IS PARTIALLY UNTRUE READ THE PI ARTICLE.
I am sitting in bed going to sleep around 3am and the cops show up outside the house with their light and whatnot. This happens fairly often in my neighborhood (26 & S. Washington). Not again I say, it's hard to sleep with flashy blue and red lights coming in my window.
And then I hear the shots.
The fact that the cops were there BEFORE the shots is good. That means it's not just random.
So yeh. About 2 minutes later (which is really longer than I expected) approximately every cop in Seattle had swarmed the neighborhood.
Two guys were shot, I'd say both by the cops, but I'm not sure. One in the shoulder and one in the leg. They were laying directly across the street from my front door.
There is a lot of blood on the sidewalk. The guy with the leg injury was really spurting.
It was funny watching the cops extremely cautiously approach a slowly flailing guy who was obviously in tramatic shock, and once close enough whip some handcuffs on him. I suspect they pulled a weapon on the cops.
Which, you know. That's what happens when you do something stupid like that. With the SPD, they're lucky they only got shot in the leg.
I'm not actually upset about this. It's hardly ideal, don't get me wrong, but it almost seems like the fact that it happened directly in front of my house was just a coincidence.
So... Has anyone else seen any gunshot wounds?
EDIT: THIS IS PARTIALLY UNTRUE READ THE PI ARTICLE.
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Were you in Reno at the time
And may I ask why you shot him
i was just going to leave it at the first part
Someone needs to comment on it being another Seattle thread.
Oh, wait...
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But while I was out there some news people saw me and wanted to talk to me. I tell them my story, and then when I was done, he told me what had actually happened.
Only one of the guys got shot, but he got shot in the leg twice. Apparently the cop had been following them, then told them to put their hands in the air. One did. The other took off his shirt and started to pull a black cell phone from out of the inside of his pants. Cop thought it was a gun.
First of all, who the hell stores their cell phone inside the front of their pants? And secondly, who was he going to call that was so important?
this isn't gun related at all
who told the news people that that was what happened? the cops? i call bullshit
"Yeh, I'd like a large pepperoni with extra OMFG MY LEG AAHHHH!"
uh
because if the cops were following them they were probably wanted or up to something shady, and folks who are wanted or are up to something shady generally have enough experience with the police to know not to reach into the front of your fucking pants when you've got a couple guns pointed at you. also, seriously, who the hell keeps a cell phone in the front of their pants? it sounds like the cops made up a bullshit excuse to cover up some fuckup on their part
Cops are, and i say this as a guy who has never so much as been pulled over, basically professional assholes (and i'm talking about their general demeanor and the way they conduct themselves, not the nature of their job) and I don't think it's much of a stretch to think that they'd tell the press a lie to cover their asses for some misjudgement on their part.
But I could be totally wrong.
It was a misjudgement, in that they shot an unarmed person. A very stupid unarmed person, but still.
WHY did he pull out his phone? It's just doesn't make any sense.
I think I know who would be on the receiving end of the phone call though.
"YOU HAVE FAILED ME FOR THE LAST TIME!"
All joking aside, I personally think it was a gut decision made by the cops, it was dark, the guy was pulling something something out whilst being chased, and they reacted a bit quickly, however it's obvious why they did.
Right. I wake up the Sunday before it hits, and I get a message on my phone from this guy who's just checking in to the battalion. Seems he wants to know about an evacuation from the barracks on base. Now, the last I heard about this hurricane was that it was just a category 3 and that it was going towards Pensacola. So I wasn't particularly worried about it. But now I hop on weather.com and I find out that it's now a fucking huge category five and it's coming right the fuck at me. I stick all my videogames in the closet and roll over to the shelter here on base.
That was a damn clusterfuck. They give me a rack right across from the porta shitters. Fuck that, I say, and move my shit to a little nook behind a scraper(a big piece of equipment that scrapes up dirt) and next to a power outlet. Then some other shit happens like me not getting an MRE and doing a lot of reading which is boring and really not important to the story.
I look outside a few times over the next 24 hours or so. Nothing but white water and tree limbs flying around. There's a red pickup truck just across the street which is slowly making its way to the other side. It looks like someone is doing the herky-jerky backup maneuver, like some dipshit teenager is pulling it out for the first time.
Eventually it all dies down and I go outside to survey the base and get my car. A lot of trees down, most of the houses on base have lost some siding. A few are missing parts of their roofs. All in all, not that bad. I dick around for the rest of the day (tuesday) and hit the rack.
Wednesday I do nothing. I wander around the shelter where everyone is living now and try to find out if there's anything I'm supposed to be doing. I don't have any uniforms so they won't let me go to work. I sleep.
Thursday I drive out to town.
I've seen pictures of Hiroshima and Nagasaki after the bombs fell. It looked like those, but with a few trees standing. Concrete slabs. Foundations. Huge piles of rubble pushed up about a mile from the beach. No buildings standing between the railroad tracks 600 yards from the water and the water itself. People wandering around in a daze, not really having anything to do. Work is gone. Home is gone.
Every now and then I see a bunch of guys sitting on a car, watching me go by. They're checking me out, seeing if I have anything worth stealing. The cops aren't around; they don't have enough fuel to keep their cruisers operating. I make my way to my apartment, which is somehow still standing. Now I've got a skylight and an indoor pool. My videogames and clothes survived. I move all my shit to my trunk. I am now officially living out of my vehicle. I go back to the shelter, and find out the battalion is mustering tomorrow morning.
For those of you who've heard that the US military is a ponderous beast: it's true. I spend these first 3 days of 'work' sitting around in the office playing cards.
By now we've all heard the rumors about New Orleans. Martial law. Looters outnumbering the police. Cops deputizing armed civilians. Cops turning in their badges because those deputies shoot any looters on sight. Nasty shit. The kind of thing you'd expect to read in The Stand.
I head up to a buddy's house on Monday night. We're fucking around in the front yard with a generator that he got ahold of, trying to get it to start. This guy walks up and puts his hand on the generator, says, "I'm taking your generator." My friend says, "No, you're not." Then he pulls a .45 out of his belt and fucking blows the guy's head off. The cops rolled up, we give them the chant, they say "Roger that" then a makeshift ambulance (looked like some guy on the force let them use his pickup) takes away the body. They left chunks of meat and bone and grey matter on the grass.
Did he give him the chance to run off? I guess maybe he would have just have come back with more heat. Still: holy shit.
Uh I do. I keep it in the mini pocket of my jeans, only way I can notice when the phone is vibrating.
i keep a cell phone in the front of my pants
el oh el oh fucking el motherfucker.
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