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Brockton Enterprise: When a teenager purportedly brought a BB gun to meet someone he planned to rob Friday afternoon, he likely didn’t expect to meet a man armed with a real handgun. But residents of the quiet West Side neighborhood applauded the shooter’s actions for averting a possible tragedy.
“I would have reacted the same way. If my life was threatened, be it a BB gun or not, you don’t know,” said Joe Hanson, who lives nearby and heard the gunshots. “If they take the orange tip off, it looks the same.”
“The victim in the case was lured here from the North Shore and he was attempting to purchase a dirt bike,” Brockton police Lt. Kenneth LeGrice told The Enterprise Saturday morning.
The two began texting each other about a dirt bike, which the supposed seller was offering for $700, LeGrice said.
“The party he was texting with apparently tried to rob him of his cash with what was believed to be a gun, but turned out to be a BB gun,” LeGrice said.
A struggle then ensued over the realistic-looking BB gun.
“They were fighting over the BB gun and, at that point, the victim in the case pulled out a real gun and fired three times,” LeGrice said.
The man reached into his white pickup truck, pulled out a 9-mm handgun and fired at the teenager three times, striking him once, LeGrice said.
Brockton neighbors commend licensed man for shooting teen robber https://t.co/8yB5EMxD5U
— The Enterprise (@enterprisenews) May 1, 2016
Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. Pretty open and shut case if you ask me. This little shitstain deserved to get shot more than anyone has ever deserved to get shot in the history of gun violence. It’s not like he randomly robbed some dude. It was premeditated. He lured him in from Pepperell, which is nowhere NEAR Brockton. He’s probably done this before, and there’s no doubt he was gonna do it again. Getting shot is probably the best thing that’s ever gonna happen to him. Now he knows – there are risks you take when you rob someone with a BB gun. Be warned, there are hundreds of thousands of people in Massachusetts with an LTC. If you act like a punk, this could happen to you.
Anyway, the first place you always go to after a story like this breaks is The Brockton Hub’s Facebook page. It makes Worcester look like Meet the Press. And as you can imagine, there was tons of predictable commentary:
Ah yes, when life doesn’t hand you everything you want on a golden platter, you must “grind” towards it. Some might “grind” by doing their homework and getting into a good college. Others rob people with BB guns. Doesn’t matter what grinding method you choose, because both forms of grinding are legitimate ways to pursue the American dream. And if you grind hard enough, you too could have an All-Star Brockton man-bun:
Holla at ya boy!!!
Yea, we all make mistakes. Sometimes I forget to DVR my favorite TV program and I have to wait to catch it on the reruns. Other people con gun owners from Pepperell to travel 60 miles in order to rob them at gun point and end up getting shot. It’s basically the same thing. We both learned a very valuable lesson.
I don’t know what “murked” means, but it sounds serious. Especially since Janni here clearly means business:
Girls in da hood!!!
Turns out “murked” is some sort of street lingo for “murdered.” Should’ve figured that one out on my own. If you criticize someone for trying to rob an innocent victim at gunpoint, you’re basically asking to get murked.
Here’s some more brilliant commentary:
Only God can judge yo!!! In case you haven’t seen, the new trend for junior hood rats is to change your profile picture to a dog:
Every one of these kids has a world of knowledge at their finger tips. Think about it, this could be the smartest generation in world history. When we wanted to learn something we had to open an Encyclopedia. These kids could learn anything they wanted to 10 times as fast as we could because of these machines in their pockets. But instead of doing that they’re using them to turn themselves into dogs. We are fucked.
Turtleboy would like to make a special request. If we ever get shot while attempting to keep it real, please come and defend us on Facebook. Make sure to allege that all the witnesses and news accounts are lies. The less punctuation and periods the better. Oh, and don’t forget to use the 100 emoji sign as many times as possible. The more you use that thing the more people will believe that Turtleboy is truly innocent.
And of course fam had to chime in:
Alright, first of all, if this is the person you are depending on for guidance:
then you’re already fucked. But if Sista “HB Trigga” were really concerned about her little brother getting into trouble, she probably should’ve check out his Facebook page. Because this right here:
Is not a good sign. Only bad things came before and after this picture was taken. Literally nothing good could come out of this.
Finally it brought out the worst of the worst on the other side. You can tell who these people are because they always precede their rants with “I’m not racist, but…”
Then they immediately go on an openly racist rant on a public forum:
Yea, he’s totally not racist. He just brags about how he likes to shoot “n words” in the head on social media. Nothing racist about that!!
Anyway, never a dull moment down here in the City of Champions. You people in Worcester don’t know how good you have it. When is the Turtleboy crew gonna do a bone ride through here? Magical place.
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