https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-63698165
You fuck with hyper-vigilant PTSD Bronze Star veterans and drag queens, they’ll take you down.
But if they don’t need to, they won’t shoot you, even if they’ve killed people before. In an extraordinary act of self-restraint, yet in the flow of adrenaline instinct, somehow they’ll just beat you down and hold you until police arrive. Who may then — in the thrall of incompetence, or prudence, or chaos — handcuff the hero and deposit him in a police car cage for an hour while his loved ones awaits help that he finally is able to turn his attention to. Fortunately, like the hero, for once the police didn’t shoot when they might have easily done so.
If you didn’t know exactly what car he’d have, and that he’d want to be photographed in the garage, you don’t know nuthin.
Somehow everything about this story represents the worst and best about America, all intersecting together.