As far as the officers' response goes, it doesn't even matter who struck first.

They didn't have any information except that they saw two teenagers fighting and they're only immediate response was to handcuff the black kid and leave the white kid alone completely.

smfh

This stunt has been pulled before - and there is always a bunch of idiots around to copy-cat the stunt.
The next time we see it, there will be a fatality - I'm sure of it!
http://videosift.com/video/Burnout-Roundabout

Officers were alerted to the incident in Crawley, West Sussex, after seeing video footage of the prank on a US-based website.

The video shows a spinning motorcycle wheel being placed on the outer edge of the roundabout by two teenage boys. Two girls are crouched in its centre.

Insp Mark Piper said the stunt was similar to a "high-speed road crash".

The roundabout eventually reaches a speed of about 20mph (32km/h) and the girls, believed to be 12 or 13 years old, are flung off violently.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/england/southern_counties/5236590.stm

Okay, so I remember having a crush on a girl in 7th grade. Her first name was Lisa. She was beautiful, and quite well developed for a 13-yr-old, I must say. Anyway, she was too good for me, so she broke my heart. That's what this song reminds me of.

Now she's single with two teenage kids and morbidly obese. Maybe you'd think I'm having the last laugh, and I could, but I don't feel like it. Not that I'm heartbroken anymore, but I don't wish anything bad on her.

Wow, I guess this song is therapeutic.

I used to be a major "movie-goer". For the six years from 2000 to 2005 I saw an average of 40 movies per year in the cinema. Like others here have said, it was mainly the other people in the theatre who ruined the experience.

My biggest pet-peeve became not talkers, but people who put their feet up on the seats. I kind of understand if the row in front of you is empty, maybe put your feet up if you must. But if I choose to sit in that row, you must take your feet down if they are within a couple seats of me. I remember seeing POTC and some chick felt the need to dangle her stinky bare feet right next to my head. I tried to ignore it but she was also wiggling her toes and rocking the seats. I asked her once to move her feet and she ignored me, so a couple minutes later I turned around, looked her right in the eye, and flicked her in the big toe as hard as I could with my fingernail. She went "Oh. My. God." in a very teenagery way, but took her foot down and shut the fuck up finally.

When I saw 300 there were two teenage girls seated near me who never stopped talking during the entire film. It was agressively obnoxious but they were far enough and the film was engrossing enough that I tuned them out. It's when the movie is not so great that talkers become a real annoyance, because just as you've suspended your disbelief they'll pipe up and drag you back to reality.

Finally, don't even get me started on the fucking assholes who think they enhance the movie by yelling out loud in a hushed theatre. Maybe I don't want any comic relief that the director didn't intend, and maybe not everyone finds the latest catch-phrase to be so hilarious. Basically if I could get away with it I'd follow people like this out to their car and brain them with a blunt object, for the betterment of society. I was only ever friends with two guys who would do this. One ended up being shot and killed by police and the other has literally gone schizo and can't even go to work any more. So I think it's clear that shouting in movie theatres is indicative that someone is on the low threshold of social integration, and should most likely be withdrawn from the gene pool.

Poster: arid bees? You mean to say "our" bees.

Dark & twisted political comedy (as usual!) from Monkey Dust...

Omar, Abdul and Shafiq, the useless terrorists

Omar is a fanatical Islamist and a member of a terrorist organization he calls 'The International Revolutionary Jihad for the Liberation of the Islamic Republic of Great Britain'. His cell is based in West Bromwich in the West Midlands in the UK and is bent on "unleashing a reign of terror the like of which the world has only dreamed about in its foulest nightmares." Omar has recruited two teenage boys, Abdul and Shafiq, to carry out suicide bombings in the name of Allah, but through various comical misadventures, their plans always fail.

The effectiveness of their terror campaign is somewhat undermined by the fact that they seem to take their jihad for granted and treat it with the same offhandedness as the mundane details of their daily lives such as sport and television.

Omar is the privileged son of a wealthy family and a public schoolboy (he attended Charterhouse, but failed to get into Oxford or Cambridge and had to settle for Bristol). His vehement rhetoric calls for the swift and merciless destruction of the infidel, however he is careful to leave all the dangerous aspects of their activities to the two boys and keep himself out of harm's way as much as possible.

Abdul and Shafiq are thoroughly typical English youths in nearly every way. They are avid supporters of West Bromwich Albion F.C., spend a great deal of time watching mindless pop-entertainment television programmes such as Stars in Their Eyes and Pop Idol, and eat processed junk foods, i.e Bernard Matthews' turkey drumsticks with barbeque beans, or Findus' crispy pancakes. Their plotting often takes place in Shafiq's home where Shafiq's mother, Mrs. Khan, brings them drinks and snacks and seems untroubled by what they're up to: "You can leave your Jihad 'til after dinner!"

In the conclusion of Series 3, Omar sends Abdul and Shafiq to Iraq, while staying in the UK himself because "he couldn't change his dental appointment" but goes down the pub instead. The boys complain that terrorist training is "worse than PE". They meet a friend and fellow West Bromwich fan among the British soldiers who detain them before being captured and imprisoned in Abu Ghraib by American troops ("This is the best holiday I've ever had!").

It's possible the inspiration for this depiction of radical Islamicist ideology in the midst of otherwise normal modern British life comes from the detention of the so-called Tipton Three at Camp X-Ray. In Monkey Dust's sketches, Omar the ringleader is said to come from Tipton, where the jihad is taken "dead serious". - Wiki