Fasten your seatbelts! Check the instruments, flaps and rudders, and hang on tight there, boys and girls, ’cause ol’ Porky’s on the runway and getting ready to take off. Yes, folks, the RCBARF is buzzing the courthouse in London, Ontario.
Some of you from the area might remember a story from a while back about how local dolt Marcello Ianni got himself liquored up one night and tried to sexually assault a female attendant working the night shift at a gas station at Huron & Highbury. Poor Marcello, looking to get his rocks off, got his block knocked off instead. The victim managed to phone both the cops AND her very protective boyfriend (whose name has not been released, in order to protect the victim’s identity).
Guess who showed up at the scene first? 😆
The short version of the story is that little Marcello got the livin’ horny stomped right out of him. A longer version can be found in today’s Freeps:
Ianni, who has pleaded guilty to sexual assault, had been at a hockey party. He was so drunk he had little memory of what happened.
The situation quickly took a turn for the worse when Ianni made sexual suggestions and tried to grab the clerk.
He unzipped his pants and repeated he wanted to have sex with her.
The woman was able to call 911, then called her boyfriend, who jumped in the car and arrived before police.
Through the window, he could see his girlfriend was bent over the counter with her arm pinned behind her and Ianni with his arms around her.
The man went into the kiosk with a metal baton. Ianni backed into a corner before he was hit on the head and shoulder, punched and kicked.
Within a few seconds, the woman was out of the kiosk with her boyfriend right behind her.
Police arrived to find Ianni in a pool of blood. He required nine stitches.
So far, so good, right? Get caught trying to rape a girl, get fed a can o’ Wupass®. Sounds jolly to me. But then things, as they all too often do, took a turn for the stoopid:
The man owned up to what he did, but was later charged when police believed he had used excessive force.
London Police Chief Murray Faulkner said police laid the charge because they believed, under their guidelines, there was reasonable grounds to believe there was an offence.
Well, a jury of 12 of his fellow citizens didn’t think so. It took them less than an hour to give Boyfriend Bob a pat on the back and send him out the door. Seems like saving a woman from being raped isn’t a crime, after all.
What I would like to know is this: why the hell was this guy ever charged with ANYTHING in the first place??? And don’t even think about giving me any of that “EEK! Vigilantes!” bullcrap. What this guy did wasn’t just the right thing to do, it was the perfectly natural thing to do.
A lot of women in general, feminazis in particular, can’t stand to admit to the fact that the vast majority of mentally well-balanced men, by their very nature, have our primal “fight-or-flight” response on something of a hair trigger where our loved ones are concerned. We are also (again, because nature has hardwired us that way) one hell of a lot more likely to respond aggressively to dangers arising from the aggression of others. No matter how hard some might try to socialize or legislate that away, it is there, always has been and always will be. Get over it.
Interestingly enough, a lot of the same people like to bitch and complain about how “nobody wants to get involved” anymore. Well, what the hell do you expect, when this is what they get for their troubles? The simple fact of the matter is that this guy didn’t do a damn thing wrong.
Did he do what any normal, healthy male in the same situation would do? You’re damned right he did.
Was what he did a crime? Hell, NO.