Three AM in the morning on a WA DC street, there is an alleged hijacking and no surveillance cameras catch a single goddamn frame.
Further, Whenever I get the shit beat out of me I always have an overwhelming desire to take my shirt off and get photographed in a semi-catatonic state.
Most damming is the lack of photo surveillance. I doubt it is possible to sneeze in DC without getting the sneeze on video.
Given the amount of blood, an equal amount pain can be assumed. The fact that Big Balls has the foresight to neatly drape his shirt over his shoulder shows beyond doubt that Big Balls is indeed a bad-ass. If anybody is going to steal Social Security let it be him. Oh, wait. He already did that.
There is so much wrong with this 'incident' it will be believed. Swallowed hook line and sinker this story will be, because facing the truth about this is just too fucking hard for the average Joe.
Looking away from the camera with eyes closed after a beat-down. Really? This theater is over the top. Too much even for Big Balls.
Marinus van der Lubbe should have been so lucky.