"Your children are disposable vermin"
These were the words of 23 year old William Boucher, as he went ballistic in a racist rant at a Starbucks.
From what I understand of the situation,
William was waiting in line for hiss daily Frappacino Latte, when suddenly his tan pants are ruined...
Someone inadvertently spills their coffee.
Being in close proximity, Williams Tan colored suit is unforgivably peppered by the hot drink.
William wasn't having any of that this afternoon.
Oh no... No one was getting away with soiling his favorite suit,
He had appointments and meetings his attendance was required at.
Today was not the day.
William see's red... He snaps.
An endless tirade of racial slurs erupts from his mouth.
His target, a man and woman who he feels is responsible for this atrocity.
A man and women, whom if they were white, in Williams eyes- this incident would never had taken place.
Words are exchanged and both parties end up in the streets.
Williams tanned pants are ruined.
He loses it.
He deploys a head fake and spits on both the man and woman.
Shocked, a bystander begins to video tape this chance encounter.
William takes notice of this and soon forgets how this all started.
William will not be made into entertainment....The state of his pants are no laughing matter.
"Your children are disposable vermin" he spouts and begins to walk away.
The camera man, taken back, attempts his retort, but is abruptly cut off with:
"Shut up Slave, im not going to talk to you"
and is then spit on for good measure.
Dishonored, the camera man approaches William.
Its a duel.
Although it is short lived as someone begins to intervene.
Someone whom has managed to keep their wits about themselves during this entire altercation.
He attempts to remedy the situation by breaking the two up.
William, feeling as though he has won this day despite his ruined tan pants, offers his final words;
"Get on all fours right. Don't walk off on two legs,"
William Boucher will not be disrespected. He felt he had proven this point.
He takes notice to just how ruined his tanned pants are.
This realization sets in and sends a surge of rage through him.
He surveys the area, and then sets his eyes on his final victim.
A homeless man approaches.
Unaware of Williams ruined pants, and the situation that had just taken place.
The homeless man continues walking up the street as he had done so, many times before,
When he is suddenly struck by William.
He falls to his back and is met with the cold stare of the wild man peering down at him.
Now, Blood drunk and intoxicated on adrenaline, William goes into a blind rage.
Ready to challenge anyone in a hand to hand skirmish.
Screaming racial slurs as his war cry and swinging his fists in the air,
he doesn't notice the angry mob coming down on him for his actions just prior.
It takes the group to subdue him until the authority's arrive.
All the while, the battle hardened William never lets go of his briefcase.
And vows to never return to this Starbucks again.
William appears in court in July this year.
Raw video from witness:
edit on 9-6-2017 by Macenroe82 because: (no reason given)
Its almost as bad as a fight breaking out because someone inadvertently steps on another persons shoes in a line up or something.
Asides from mental health issues, I cannot fathom what would cause this guy to behave the way he did.
At the end of the video, i seen something and I started smiling to myself.
As wrong as it is to hit someone when they are already on the ground,
But the person who knees this guy in the head brought a little smirk of justice to my face this morning.
originally posted by: beachbound
I think along with being a raving lunatic he must be mentally ill.
Just your typical businessman. unhappy with life, out of control, and so must try to control things he deems lesser..so when the "order" is disrupted
(a lesser messes his suit up), it boggles his mind and he channels the spirits of ancient a-holes and plantation owners
a reply to: Macenroe82 This guy has anger issues and seems to be able to easily work himself into a frenzy. Spilled coffee in a
coffee bistro is not a rare occurrence.
I had a cold coke dumped on me by a little gal while sitting in a fast food joint. This had a serious chilling effect. Her parents looked worried and
she was in tears so I gave her my fries and thanked her for helping me clean off my jeans. We had a nice chat and all ended well except for an uncomfy
ride home sitting on a towel. Life is too full of big problems to worry about the trivia.
The current state of affairs has set the tone for unbridled rants and thuggery. People exist in their own Me-cosystem - everything is about me and
everything is everyone else's fault. It's almost like rabies.
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