At least the attendant knows that's real bullet proof glass now, not just a thick window.

That all sounds good when you say it fast. How convenient for YOU to not stand up and help support good cops. As long you make all cops bad, all you have to do is sit around and let your contribution fester so you can announce "See! I told you so!"

Yes, good cops are in a tight spot. But they also need your (our) support. They need someone to believe in them. They need backup. You can help make them braver. Make them want to take a bullet for you because your bravery is worth it to them.

YOU can help make their dream come true. Or make it a nightmare.

How are they to believe in themselves if you don't believe in them?

More and more bad cops are slowly exposing themselves for who they are. You can help expose the good ones if you just believe in them instead of just letting them fester in your fears. You can help them escape the trap they are in.

When YOU START to believe in good cops, you will find them. If nothing else, stop creating more bad cops. You're just destroying yourself.

The cracks are there. Don't be afraid to look through them.

Two studies have found that at least 40% of police officer families experience domestic violence, in contrast to 10% of families in the general population.

This means that even non-abusing good cops have (on average) a group of friends and coworkers comprised of 40%+ abusers in the home. 2 out of every 5. These are friends and coworkers that they would take a bullet for and defend with perjury if need be. These are the good cops.

But you know, I don't blame them? The role itself is insane. Why should humanity have the right to put all of our collective violent, physical, criminal, and tragic life events onto the shoulders of one small group of people? It's not sustainable. And it shows in the lives of those who attempt to assume that role.

Well, I guess we could always blame them for being cops. I mean, there are many other, much more effective ways to improve a culture and impact positive change. If that was their motivation for becoming a cop. That would be a positive take-away: Come up with alternate work programs to help cops stop being cops.

I had heard the song was written about a black powder rifle (you know how soldiers sometimes name their rifles after women). The child is the bullet, and "bam-ba-lam" is fun way to pronounce "blam" as in a gun firing.

I take a look at celebrities and ask myself, "I can't stop a bullet buck naked, can they?" If the answer is no, then meh. If it's yes, then ok, I'd freak out.












So yes... the only person I'd freak out for is Chuck Norris.

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Good for you. At least you're leaving something for the people who really need it. I admire your compassion and contribution.

I've picked up a few people that have put guns to their heads and pulled the trigger because they didn't want to accept "Free Anything" either. Pride is responsible for a few deaths per year also, you know. All of them were men for some reason.

But remember, some of my money is in there in case you ever need it. Whether it's for medical or bullets, I don't discriminate. You know what's best for you. I would recommend however, asking your doctor first if bullets are right for you? Lead poisoning ain't pretty.

As far as fending for yourself, I wish you and your family good health.

The command was confusing, but I can see the officer's POV by that point. He had tried to grab one or both cop's actual firearms, I can see one attempt at :24. Then he tried to charge the cop with the taser out and punch him.

He got tased and missed, falling to the ground. They tased him for a bit, dragged him out of the road, and the other officer moved his backup gun that had fell out onto the ground out of reach. Then came the confusing comments. They were attempting to move him, so I think if he had stopped there it would have been over. But he kept fighting.

The crazy thing is, none of these actions seem to match those of someone high on weed. These are more like the stuff you see with PCP or crack. Multiple taser hits, extraordinary strength, shrugging off hits from two people, and being able to drive off with a bullet lodged in his head.

I have to agree somewhat. My first comment was about the command they were giving. I can't tell for sure if they are saying "Get on your back" or "Get off your back".

I seem to hear "Get on your back" which he already is. I believe what the police wanted was "Get on your stomach" but if the command was "Get off your back" I can see where confusion might come into play for the black man especially after having continuous stunning.

If the command was indeed "Get on your back" then that makes all the difference as he was already on his back and following commands.

BTW, the black man drove directly to a local hospital where the staff reported to police an ER patient with bullet wounds. They were not aware of the shooting but by law are required to report all gun injuries.

If I understand what you're asking, full speed is relative. Anything in orbit is traveling at a fixed, known speed to keep it from falling back to earth or flying out into space.

Once drag is imposed on the object it will start to fall and it's course will change toward earth. It will start to fall faster and then burn up in the atmosphere upon reentry.

Interesting fact:

Let's say a gun is fixed to shoot a bullet parallel to the earth. At exactly the same time you shoot that gun, you drop a bullet from the same height as the gun, both bullets will hit the ground at the same time.

If that gun could shoot that bullet 7,500 MPH (+ -), it would never hit the ground if it wasn't slowed down by air resistance.

Hope this helps.

All those bullets and explosions and no holes in their boats! What luck!

... and then they tripped and fell onto a fist/bullet/some kind of radioactive poisoning.

If you don't want people interrupting your sports events to protest human rights abuses, maybe don't hold your massive sporting event in Putin's Russia.

I remember my "judgement day." Greif.

I discovered for myself that I, unknowingly, had written my own bible. I created all the rules that I thought I should hold dear. Little did I know that one day I would be judged by own bible.

Then I lost someone I loved. I became suicidal. I could not bear the loss and the pain.

My plan was to drive head on into a semi truck, thinking that hopefully the driver would survive somehow. I drove back and forth on the highway I picked to end my life.

I imagined what the crash would be like and who it would affect. Then I pictured something that stalled my plan.

Upon crashing into the truck I envisioned the people I love being crushed and dismembered in slow motion. My parents, siblings, friends, as though they were in the car with me.

In my death I would be the only survivor.

I had destroyed the world. With a single bullet, I could have destroyed the world. To me, that meant one thing. If I had the power to destroy the world, then I must have the power to save it. The only thing standing in my way was the bible I wrote for myself. Forgiving others was the easy part.

Forgiving myself was not so easy.

The very thing that almost killed me was now the thing I had to believe in.

Love.

Pure. Simple. Without demands or conditions.

Every human needs love. "There lies the rub."

I snatched the pebbles from the Master's hand. It was time for me to leave.

God was no different than great works of art, music, poetry.

If there is a God, it must be me because I now have the only power God ever had.

Love.