Sunday, October 06, 2013

BIKERS ARE SO MACHO IT TAKES THIRTY OF THEM TO BEAT UP ONE MAN!

Over in New York, twenty to thirty motorcyclists picked a fight with the driver of an SUV, and then went ballistic, pursuing him and his family for three miles before dragging him out of his vehicle in front of his wife and kid, beating him up, and slashing his face.
Bravo, guys, that takes balls.


Makes you want to shoot bikers, doesn't it?


Personally, I've always thought that people who roar around town with a hunk of steel between their sweaty gams have masculinity issues, as well as being more than average shitheads. The fact that it took an entire pack of them to commit an assault kind of proves that.

[There are exceptions, of course. I do not wish to discuss the exceptions at the moment. They may have other problems, or just love the thrill of hot metal throbbing so close to their groins.
Let's not go there.]



The incident was lovingly videotaped by one of the courageous perpetrators. Possibly for boasting purposes later.


THIRTY FINE YOUNG MEN!


[Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZjRwjJeG1w.]

That happened in broad daylight in the biggest and best city in the world, and reports presently indicate that several undercover cops were on hand, even part of the mob. Which may explain why no authorities got involved until the incident ended.

There may be good reasons for their inaction. Possibly the likelihood of being slaughtered by a bunch of out-of-town hoodlums suggested a nuanced approach.

Or at least back-up with assault rifles and forty fives.

Thirty motorbikers. Out of control.
Armed with knives.
And get-away vehicles.


Way to go guys. Thirty of you pansy asses attacked one man, his wife, and his two year old daughter.



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