is the headline in the New York Post.
Flynn went ballistic when production assistant Steve Lafferty told him he had to wait a few minutes to cross the street.
“Don’t tell me what to do, motherf- -ker!” he yelled, according to witnesses. “I gotta get to the store! I gotta get to the store!”
Flynn clenched his fists and puffed out his chest before landing the powerful head butt on Lafferty’s face, witnesses said.
“There was a big gush of blood,” crew member Michael Singleton said. “It looked like his nose was broken, and his eyes were puffy.”
Breffny Flynn wasn't some minority in a poor neighborhood not wanting "the man" to tell him what to do, he's a white guy who lives on the Upper West Side of Manhattan [i.e., the well off side) and he feels it is appropriate to head-butt someone just because he's being asked to wait a few minutes to cross the street?
And he's apparently a hero to some people, who find it frustrating that movie makers sometimes close off parts of their streets to make movies. (Perhaps 60 years of oppression by movie makers? Movie rage? Blocked off street rage?)
Do those people not realize that their taxes would be even higher, if movie companies did not come in there and pay the city something to make a movie? That all those actors are paying taxes on their humongous salaries that are going into New York coffers?
In any event, although this guy may get off with a mere fine from the criminal court, I sincerely hope his victim sues him for everything he's worth. Normally I don't approve of lawsuits, but in this case, I think Breffny needs to lose a few thousand dollars, to teach him to go to anger management classes.
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