Last weekend, my housemate and I were mugged at gunpoint while walking home from Dupont Circle. The entire incident lasted under a minute, as I was forced to the floor, handed over my phone and was patted down…
…Not once did I consider our attackers to be “bad people.” I trust that they weren’t trying to hurt me. In fact, if they knew me, I bet they’d think I was okay. They wanted my stuff, not me. While I don’t know what exactly they needed the money for, I do know that I’ve never once had to think about going out on a Saturday night to mug people. I had never before seen a gun, let alone known where to get one. The fact that these two kids, who appeared younger than I, have even had to entertain these questions suggests their universes are light years away from mine
via I Was Mugged, And I Understand Why — The Hoya.
I don’t know what is worse: Not realizing that they were facing death or that armed robberies are now to be considered events that should go unchallenged in the name of Social Justice.
Well, he is free to bet his ass against the house.
Hat Tip to Gay Patriot.
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This mentality is old news for me, having encountered people over the internet who wouldn’t raise a hand to defend themselves or their loved ones if they knew they were going to die.
Including a rape victim who thought she deserved it.
Here’s what they wanted the money for: hookers, cocaine, drug debts, fast cars, court fees, just to feel rich, they didn’t like your face, spreading around money, beer, black market purchases.
His new nickname in the neighborhood is “ATM.” Word WILL get around about him.
If he feels this way, why doesn’t he just go down to the local drug market and start handing out cash?
In Chicago, muggers will kill you over $2. It happens here regularly.
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