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The guy is a mentally ill person most likely. I've been in Muslim countries during Ramadan, there's Muslims eating during the day, they just don't do it on the street usually. A lot cheat and don't care that much.
You can't eat openly on a public street in a Muslim country, at least not in Pakistan which is comparatively a liberal Muslim country (no chopping off limbs, forced head covering, etc.). If you do, Vigilante/Mob justice like this guy in France will get you before the local Police does.
This guy in France wants to impose Sharia Law on all.
Somebody please give that poor bastard a pork rib, a glass of vino, and bring his wife there in a string bikini.
Seriously, these fools need to go back to their God forsaken hell holes and there practice their silly superstitions given to them by the pervert profit.
The guys in Paris were lucky that this time it was only a moderate muslim.
LOL. "Lucky". Capitulating to psychos won't get the desired results, over the long run (preservation of French culture and Western society). They'll wise up, eventually. Or not, and they'll fall. Meeting sickos head-on, however, will certainly change the playing field. And fast, too. I don't think they've got that straight yet, however.
Bit of a tangent, as I chuckled watching that video. Here's how I handle "conflict" like that, here in the good old You Ess of Aay. There are very few such conflicts in my world, because I'm a large, absolutely-zero-tolerance-of-BS attitude, generally stern White guy in an affluent area. The type who looks like he's usually armed in this Libertarian kind of place that is Washington state (outside of the wacko zone that is Seattle city-of). And, I usually am, though seldom with lethal defense since "Brains Before Bullets" has gotten me far further in life.
Every once in awhile, though, I have indeed handled psychos like that. Hypothetical transcript, based on past experience with weirdos:
(Me, enjoying lunch at an outdoor cafe, usually alone, always quietly, reading news on my data pad or phone.)
(Angry, righteous religion-dude...let's just call him, "sicko"): "You! You there! You must not eat during (Easter, Christmas, Groundhog Day, whatever). It is against the Holy Word of (whatever wacko alleged-deity)!"
(Me): (Assiduously ignoring sicko)
(Sicko, coming much closer): "I am talking to you, decadent Western peeg!"
(Me): "What's your problem, chump?"
(Sicko): "You dog, defiling the word of (who knows what) in this holy (day, week, year, millennium, whatever psycho BS)."
(Me): "Take it somewhere else, dip___t. "Praise Jesus", nutjob!"
(Sicko): "I must stop you!" (overturns table)
(Me): (Promptly pepper sprays sicko, right in the face. Drops 'em right to the deck, most of the time. (Dialing 911): "hi, I am being assaulted by an individual. He looks like (this description). I am in fear of my safety due to his actions! Yes, I'll stay right here, on the line, and yes the individual is still on-site and threatening (me, others)."
(Sicko): (rolling around on the ground or stumbling through street, because that stuff hurts in the face. Screaming gibberish, because after all he's a nut job.)
(Pause. If sicko had a "hockey stick" and threatened diners, and heaven forbid took a swing, the outcome changes. A LOT. That's escalation of force, requiring stronger methods to preserve life and safety. Thank God, in this country, we can do-so if a reasonable person, on say a grand jury, would conclude that I was in fear of my safety, or life, in the face of felonious assault. But let's keep it simple.)
(Me): "Hi officer! That man assaulted me and wrecked this place. Yes, that Wayne Gretzky wannabe over there. I was in fear of my safety. He said he was going to hurt me and other diners."
(Police detain sicko. I fill out paperwork, and WALK AWAY).
See how easy that was? Been-there, done-that, got the t-shirt, and all within the law. Humans: 1, Bums/psychos: 0. Lawful use of defense, under rule of law wins out against oppression yet again.
LOL. "Lucky". Capitulating to psychos won't get the desired results, over the long run (preservation of French culture and Western society). They'll wise up, eventually. Or not, and they'll fall. Meeting sickos head-on, however, will certainly change the playing field. And fast, too. I don't think they've got that straight yet, however.
Bit of a tangent, as I chuckled watching that video. Here's how I handle "conflict" like that, here in the good old You Ess of Aay. There are very few such conflicts in my world, because I'm a large, absolutely-zero-tolerance-of-BS attitude, generally stern White guy in an affluent area. The type who looks like he's usually armed in this Libertarian kind of place that is Washington state (outside of the wacko zone that is Seattle city-of). And, I usually am, though seldom with lethal defense since "Brains Before Bullets" has gotten me far further in life.
Every once in awhile, though, I have indeed handled psychos like that. Hypothetical transcript, based on past experience with weirdos:
(Me, enjoying lunch at an outdoor cafe, usually alone, always quietly, reading news on my data pad or phone.)
(Angry, righteous religion-dude...let's just call him, "sicko"): "You! You there! You must not eat during (Easter, Christmas, Groundhog Day, whatever). It is against the Holy Word of (whatever wacko alleged-deity)!"
(Me): (Assiduously ignoring sicko)
(Sicko, coming much closer): "I am talking to you, decadent Western peeg!"
(Me): "What's your problem, chump?"
(Sicko): "You dog, defiling the word of (who knows what) in this holy (day, week, year, millennium, whatever psycho BS)."
(Me): "Take it somewhere else, dip___t. "Praise Jesus", nutjob!"
(Sicko): "I must stop you!" (overturns table)
(Me): (Promptly pepper sprays sicko, right in the face. Drops 'em right to the deck, most of the time. (Dialing 911): "hi, I am being assaulted by an individual. He looks like (this description). I am in fear of my safety due to his actions! Yes, I'll stay right here, on the line, and yes the individual is still on-site and threatening (me, others)."
(Sicko): (rolling around on the ground or stumbling through street, because that stuff hurts in the face. Screaming gibberish, because after all he's a nut job.)
(Pause. If sicko had a "hockey stick" and threatened diners, and heaven forbid took a swing, the outcome changes. A LOT. That's escalation of force, requiring stronger methods to preserve life and safety. Thank God, in this country, we can do-so if a reasonable person, on say a grand jury, would conclude that I was in fear of my safety, or life, in the face of felonious assault. But let's keep it simple.)
(Me): "Hi officer! That man assaulted me and wrecked this place. Yes, that Wayne Gretzky wannabe over there. I was in fear of my safety. He said he was going to hurt me and other diners."
(Police detain sicko. I fill out paperwork, and WALK AWAY).
See how easy that was? Been-there, done-that, got the t-shirt, and all within the law. Humans: 1, Bums/psychos: 0. Lawful use of defense, under rule of law wins out against oppression yet again.
LOL. "Lucky". Capitulating to psychos won't get the desired results, over the long run (preservation of French culture and Western society). They'll wise up, eventually. Or not, and they'll fall. Meeting sickos head-on...
That post made my day.
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