It's amazing when I think of it. I grew up loving the pigs, just like I loved the military and my country. EVEN WHEN I WAS A SOMETHING OF A JUVENILE DELINQUENT, AND HAD A FEW RUN INS WITH THEM, I still loved them. Went in the Corps, loved the pigs, got out of the Corps 4 yrs. later, still loved the pigs. And then it happened, and it happened over and over again. I'll never forget the time an armed and dangerous felon broke into my car and I got a gun and ran downstairs. He was gone by then, and I never saw him again (the pigs caught him and he pleaded)but the filthy pigs were threatening to arrest ME, for having picked up the gun. And this was in VIRGINIA!!!!!!!!!!!!! Good God!
A very good friend of mine was jumped by two guys and my fried put both in the hospital. He managed to get a hold of the perp's tire iron and ended up hitting one of them in the head and putting him in a coma. The prosecutor told my freind that if the perp didn't wake up he (my frined) would be charged with man 2.