Stop Coddling Covidiots. It’s Making Everything Worse.
They need consequences, not sympathy.
It was an “accident.”
He wasn’t trying to hit them.
He was just trying to “roll coal,” slang for blowing poisonous smoke in their face. They were in the way. He hated them.
They were asking for it.
He didn’t mean to plow his monster truck into those cyclists, sending several of them to the hospital. Two had to be airlifted.
When he realized what he’d done, his first thought wasn’t, “Are they okay?” It wasn’t, “Should I call an ambulance?”
It was, “Am I going to jail?”
As it turns out, no. He didn’t go to jail, not even for the afternoon to sit and think about his life choices. His parents showed up to defend him. The police decided to let him drive home. Yes, in the very same truck he used to nearly kill half a dozen people. He’s probably out driving around right now. There’s absolutely nothing to stop him. Maybe you’re saying, “I’m sure he won’t do it again. He learned a very valuable lesson.”
Yeah, he learned something all right.
You can run over people.
