Ain't that some s**t.
Dude has a freakin tool of his trade, not bothering a soul, too fat to use it as a weapon anyways, and he's gunned down in cold blood.
This has become the freakin Soviet Union. Period.
I've had them all drunk, point rifle at me in my truck. I wound window down and told Ole Johnny Sanford if he was gonna shoot me or shake my hand; he about one armed me out the window. I had the 480 in the door pocket too. Never even told anybody about it either. They should take that officer to that Indian's village and let his cousins have at him.
Bad things will come out of this.