“Let’s get it on!”: The final words of a moron
The robbery suspect entered the Babcock Square Pharmacy around 9 a.m. at 5824 Babcock Rd. Inside were the owner/pharmacist, his wife, and an employee. The employee saw the man had a gun and told the pharmacist, who then pulled out his own handgun.
Seeing this, the robber reportedly responded by saying “Let’s get it on.” That’s when the owner shot him. The man died inside the business.
Ah, an aspect of the gun debate that liberals will never, ever understand. Why? Because it is rooted in self-reliance. Despite always looking to undermine the heroic efforts of our nation’s law enforcement officers by constantly giving the benefit of the doubt to the criminal rather than the officer upholding the law, our left-leaning friends more often than not put impossible faith that a badge will always be around when they need it most.
Somewhere, somehow, there’s a hippie enjoying a chai tea latte with another tweed- and tortoise-shell glasses-wearing comrade incensed at this San Antonio, Texas news report, clamoring for someone to press charges against the pharmacy owner who shot an armed robber dead alongside the Vicks Vap-o-Rub.
Somebody needs to remind them that, when seconds count, the police are always minutes away.
I applaud what that pharmacy owner did. Besides being a boost in the integrity of the gene pool, the death of that arrogant criminal will perhaps send a message to other ne’er-do-wells that they truly can never assess the softness of a given target.
“Let’s get it on.” I love it. They’re the last words of a dead dumbass.