Dang, I hope it wasn't a certain Orlando cop. Orlando is generally a leftist fag junction (wasn't always like this, lived here 35 years).
But I had a run-in with the most fucking based OPD officer ever.
I live in a condo complex with awful neighbors who reserve public parking spaces with scooters that don't run so that in addition to the one spot everyone is assigned, they reserve themselves a second with an inoperable mo-ped that they move out of the way when needing to park their second vehicle. That along with simply tossing trash and beer cans all over the grass, along my side walk area and refusing to pick up their dogs shit when there's a dog waste station seven feet away. And, "no habla ingles" when it's convenient.
Well after giving said neighbor one week to stop being a shit Lord, I took matters into my own hands. Legally, of course. When I came home from work I would be the one to move his scooter over 4 feet to park my truck in this very fine visitor spot. (Side note: we had this very same issue with a previous neighbor who called the cops on me but after explaining the situation to them they must have spoke with the neighbor because they stopped doing it). Anyway, it wasn't hard for him to figure out it was me since he knows the truck I drive...
So one day I get home early. Early afternoon. Wife gets home couple hours later and we leave together to pick up the kids from daycare. When we get back about an hour later, kids in tow, we see el jefe parked in our assigned spot, which was like 4 spaces over from the visitor spot he's been reserving. By the way this was around November 2020. So we see his car parked in our spot and then we see him, his wife (I call her cunt-suela) and his gang of MS-13 rejects all hanging out nearby at the fence line separating two different condo communities. They would hang out at the fence chatting and tossing tecate cans everywhere several times a week. Everyone except el jefe and cuntsuela were on the other side of the fence. So, I say to my wife, "guess I'll go ask him to move".
I'm a dad looking guy (sorry not fat) with dad shirts and a salmon colored collared shirt. Very unintimidating. I Approach them and MS13s announce my arrival. El jefe turns around and immediately begins shouting at me very loudly about "towshing his bike". He does not relent and does not want to have a civil discussion about why he is upset (because he knows he's a shitlord). Queue cuntsuela. Screeching over and over about some childish BS and literally announces (and points across the parking lot at another neighbor) "they do it too!!" I guess another neighbor keeps a car parked in one of these spots and doesn't move it. Very different story. He doesn't use it to reserve the spot. He just doesn't use the car. Nothing I can do about that.
Anyway, nothing gets resolved in the shouting and I simply am limited at this point to asking him if he can still access his bike, which he can. He inevitably becomes angered because he is a garbage human. Then he shoves me back (he's a large dude. Larger than me and I'm 6'2") with all his strength. Knocking me back 6 feet or more and off balance. The type of shove that is meant to initiate a brawl. Keep in mind, he has a large audience. He's peacocking in front of them and his wife. I respond with something they never saw coming. I drew my Zastava EZ9 9mm from my IWB kydex holster in less than one second and aimed it square at his forehead. He immediately ducks behind his shitty wife (because that's who he is). So I had to lower it, walk around her as she is cowering and their audience is all like "WHOAAA!" and then re-train it on him and he has still not turned his back to me yet. He begins begging and pleading and basically crying with his hands up, audience helpless. He starts backing down the sidewalk but never turns his back to me. So I continue to pace along with, 9mm trained on him, until he reaches the staircase. I allow him to retreat and promptly holster my weapon and walk back to our car with my wife and kids waiting. Wife witnessed most of it. Before he retreated I asked him again to "move your fucking car" and he nervously nodded and said "ok".
While I'm waiting by our car for him to return with his keys, I notice a squad of OPD creeping up on me in the distance. They emerge from behind some cars, rifles trained on me. I quickly announce I'm licensed as I notice a confused look on their faces. He says understandingly, "that's fine, just please go ahead and lay down so we can do our thing". I obliged. Told them where my gun was, they disarmed me and sat me down to begin questioning. It turns out that cuntsuela called the. Ios and told them I was holding her husband at gunpoint. They quickly realized she was a liar. My story and my wife's story lined up, theirs didn't. They accused me of even pointing it at a child (there was no child present) and all kinds of things.
Ultimately I was released, he was charged with battery and my firearm was returned. Before leaving the commanding officer said to me, "we're gonna need guys like you for the revolution in a few months". I immediately grew a bone cone and declared that I was 100% with him on that. He said it to my wife too. He also helped me properly fill out the police report to help solidify my case. Yes florida is stand your ground but Orlando is a leftist utopia. So I was utterly shocked. Especially seeing what happened to other people in the news who chose to defend themselves. I was blown away and I still think about what he said to me every single day. I hope it wasn't him.
Dang, I hope it wasn't a certain Orlando cop. Orlando is generally a leftist fag junction (wasn't always like this, lived here 35 years).
But I had a run-in with the most fucking based OPD officer ever.
I live in a condo complex with awful neighbors who reserve public parking spaces with scooters that don't run so that in addition to the one spot everyone is assigned, they reserve themselves a second with an inoperable mo-ped that they move out of the way when needing to park their second vehicle. That along with simply tossing trash and beer cans all over the grass, along my side walk area and refusing to pick up their dogs shit when there's a dog waste station seven feet away. And, "no habla ingles" when it's convenient.
Well after giving said neighbor one week to stop being a shit Lord, I took matters into my own hands. Legally, of course. When I came home from work I would be the one to move his scooter over 4 feet to park my truck in this very fine visitor spot. (Side note: we had this very same issue with a previous neighbor who called the cops on me but after explaining the situation to them they must have spoke with the neighbor because they stopped doing it). Anyway, it wasn't hard for him to figure out it was me since he knows the truck I drive...
So one day I get home early. Early afternoon. Wife gets home couple hours later and we leave together to pick up the kids from daycare. When we get back about an hour later, kids in tow, we see el jefe parked in our assigned spot, which was like 4 spaces over from the visitor spot he's been reserving. By the way this was around November 2020. So we see his car parked in our spot and then we see him, his wife (I call her cunt-suela) and his gang of MS-13 rejects all hanging out nearby at the fence line separating two different condo communities. They would hang out at the fence chatting and tossing tecate cans everywhere several times a week. Everyone except el jefe and cuntsuela were on the other side of the fence. So, I say to my wife, "guess I'll go ask him to move".
I'm a dad looking guy (sorry not fat) with dad shirts and a salmon colored collared shirt. Very unintimidating. I Approach them and MS13s announce my arrival. El jefe turns around and immediately begins shouting at me very loudly about "towshing his bike". He does not relent and does not want to have a civil discussion about why he is upset (because he knows he's a shitlord). Queue cuntsuela. Screeching over and over about some childish BS and literally announces (and points across the parking lot at another neighbor) "they do it too!!" I guess another neighbor keeps a car parked in one of these spots and doesn't move it. Very different story. He doesn't use it to reserve the spot. He just doesn't use the car. Nothing I can do about that.
Anyway, nothing gets resolved in the shouting and I simply am limited at this point to asking him if he can still access his bike, which he can. He inevitably becomes angered because he is a garbage human. Then he shoves me back (he's a large dude. Larger than me and I'm 6'2") with all his strength. Knocking me back 6 feet or more and off balance. The type of shove that is meant to initiate a brawl. Keep in mind, he has a large audience. He's peacocking in front of them and his wife. I respond with something they never saw coming. I drew my Zastava EZ9 9mm from my IWB kydex holster in less than one second and aimed it square at his forehead. He immediately ducks behind his shitty wife (because that's who he is). So I had to lower it, walk around her as she is cowering and their audience is all like "WHOAAA!" and then re-train it on him and he has still not turned his back to me yet. He begins begging and pleading and basically crying with his hands up, audience helpless. He starts backing down the sidewalk but never turns his back to me. So I continue to pace along with, 9mm trained on him, until he reaches the staircase. I allow him to retreat and promptly holster my weapon and walk back to our car with my wife and kids waiting. Wife witnessed most of it. Before he retreated I asked him again to "move your fucking car" and he nervously nodded and said "ok".
While I'm waiting by our car for him to return with his keys, I notice a squad of OPD creeping up on me in the distance. They emerge from behind some cars, rifles trained on me. I quickly announce I'm licensed as I notice a confused look on their faces. He says understandingly, "that's fine, just please go ahead and lay down so we can do our thing". I obliged. Told them where my gun was, they disarmed me and sat me down to begin questioning. It turns out that cuntsuela called the. Ios and told them I was holding her husband at gunpoint. They quickly realized she was a liar. My story and my wife's story lined up, theirs didn't. They accused me of even pointing it at a child (there was no child present) and all kinds of things.
Ultimately I was released, he was charged with battery and my firearm was returned. Before leaving the commanding officer said to me, "we're gonna need guys like you for the revolution in a few months". I immediately grew a bone cone and declared that I was 100% with him on that. He said it to my wife too. He also helped me properly fill out the police report to help solidify my case. Yes florida is stand your ground but Orlando is a leftist utopia. So I was utterly shocked. Especially seeing what happened to other people in the news who chose to defend themselves. I was blown away and I still think about what he said to me every single day. I hope it wasn't him.