The Wrong Guy Game

Given the inability of the low-IQ set to learn from the mistakes of others, it would appear that there are going to be more and more Trayvons and DeAndres as time goes on:

DeAndre was part of a pattern of hundreds of examples of black mob violence documented in more than 80 cities revealed in “White Girl Bleed a Lot: The return of racial violence and how the media ignore it.”

DeAndre knew The Knockout Game was usually pretty safe. For the attacker, that is. In Meriden, victims aren’t likely to carry concealed weapons. Nor do they fight back: As one player said in Philadelphia as his victim begged for mercy: “It’s not our fault you can’t fight.”

So when DeAndre and his gang of eight to 10 left the parking lot in a Meriden mall just a few weeks ago – soon after the park beat-down – he was confident little could go wrong when he told his friends he wanted to “beat someone up.”

They found their victim a few minutes later. Soon DeAndre and his confederate, Deshaun Jones, were peeling off from the group, heading for a guy walking home from work. Alone.

We don’t know his name or race or much else about him other than this: He was The Wrong Guy.

With their friends lurking less than 100 yards away, DeAndre and Deshaun attacked The Wrong Guy. Then came the surprise: The Wrong Guy fought back. He pulled a knife. Soon DeAndre was dead, and Deshaun was on his way to the emergency room.

Feral vibrants are cowardly pack animals, which is why they only attack in numbers.  But their Knockout Game, or Polar Bear Hunting, or whatever overly dramatic name the media gives the activity, suggests the possibility of the existence of another, even more dangerous sport: The Wrong Guy Game.  Now, it is quite likely that in this case, The Wrong Guy was simply an average white man walking home alone from work, not looking for any trouble, but prepared for it.

But I wonder. If one was a violent sociopath with sufficiently light skin to attract this sort of attention, what better way to legally unleash one’s less civilized instincts than to just happen to take the occasional stroll at night through a neighborhood where these sort of attacks are known to happen? If I was a parent of one of these “black angels”, I would point out to my little angel that with 8 million conceal-carry permits issued across America, there is close to a six percent chance that the seemingly helpless Polar Bear is more than capable of ripping your head off.

As Instapundit points out: “And if your teenager gets shot while carrying out this kind of assault? He
deserved it, and you’re a bad parent for not raising him better. Don’t
complain about the gun laws. Hide your face in shame.”