Two ounces!
If you click this video link you can see an interview with the mother of this murder victim and at around the 1 minute mark in the video you cna see the swat team standing outdside of this mans house smirking
May they reap what they have sown.
Two ounces!
Utter stupidity, incompetence, and lack of investigation by lazy-ass showboating SWAT team. Perhaps they were facing budget cuts and needed to put on a show.
The police should be going after real drug dealers. Not kids living with mom, selling nickle bags to friends. I think the cops are too chicken shit to go after the big drug dealers selling meth, crack, coke and heroin
Diotaiuto - means "god help you" - What irony!
So...if you own a gun and do the right thing and register that gun, you are more likely to be murdered by the police?
Well I guess the guy wasn't completely innocent, he had 2 ounces of wacky tabaccy! He had to die!
See, marijuana will kill you.
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No way in hell does somebody pull a gun over 2 ounces of weed, unless he's scared for his life. Any money it's a drop gun. Just wait, we'll soon be hearing that the gun either had no serial number or had been used in some crime.
Well, there's two ounces of demon-weed that won't be causing death, addiction, destruction and...
Oh, wait...
Sunrise South Florida.?. coupla miles west of Ft. Lauderdale.?.
This really pisses you off, doesn't it?
The hapless Greg Focker (Ben Stiller) and his prospective father-in-law Jack Byrnes (Robert De Niro) are driving to the nearest town for groceries. They sit in silence, as Jack slips on a tape of Puff The Magic Dragon. Tapping his fingers to the music, he turns to his passenger.
"You like this, Greg?"
Greg nods enthusiastically.
"Yes, I do. Yes I do. Big fan."
Softly, Jack begins to sing along. He beams contentedly.
Greg joins in, then stops self-consciously.
"Great song."
"Yeah," Jack grins. "One of my favourites."
"Hey, what about those people who thought this was really about a dragon?"
Jack turns, confused.
"What do you mean?"
A look of panic flashes across Greg's face.
"Oh, you know... the whole smoking thing?"
"No, Greg, I don't. I don't know. Why don't you tell me?"
"Ah... some people, ah... think that to... um, 'puff the magic dragon' really means to smoke a... um, marijuana cigarette."
Jack is baffled.
"But Puff's just the name of the boy's magical dragon..."
"Right. Right."
They drive on in silence. Jack suddenly turns to Greg, suspicion in his voice.
"Are you a pothead, Focker?"
Really stupid. If he only had 2 ounces of marijuana why in the world did he go for a gun. Sounds as though his brain had absorbed too much weed smoke.
This whole thing smacks of shoddy, incompetent and possibly malicious police work. If the Sunrise storm troopers (err, "cops") had the place under surveillance as they claim, and had made a "controlled buy" from the house, they no doubt already knew that their victim had been working two jobs, and they could have easily arranged for a traffic stop, faux "sobriety checkpoint", and he could have been detained, restrained, and his house searched.
No, it looks more like the Sunrise SWAT team was looking for a little excitement, a little "boom boom" to start their day, my only remaining question is:
Did the cops who killed this guy get their coffee and donuts BEFORE the state-sanctioned homicide, or AFTER?
2 OUNCES of evil weed ... thank God this dangerous criminal is no longer a threat to our society (sarcasm off)
Depends on how well sound insulated the doors and walls are, and what's happening inside the house, that could be about as good as "MMMMFMMFMFMMFMMMMMMFFFFMMMFFF"!
There should be a second announcement once the door is busted open. I don't see one mentioned.
Ah I get it. They whispered: 'Police'
BTTT