Garrett Foster was a waste of skin.

There. I said it.

That fat punk-ass AK-toting wanna-be bad boy Garrett Foster, who was shot dead two days ago in Austin, Texas when he was blocking traffic with a bunch of other rioters is being lauded today as some sort of a hero by the loon left, but all that he really was was a poser and a bully who thought that people would respect him if he carried a loaded rifle around while he caused trouble. When a regular citizen tried to drive down a road that Foster and his friends were obstructing, the mob blocked the car in and started banging on it and Garrett said "He's my change to be Rambo!" and ran up to the car,m pointing his rifle at the driver just like in one of his video games. Alas for poor Pugsley, the car driver had a concealed carry permit and a firearm, and he had the resolve to defend himself. The driver acted in response to the threat that Foster was presenting and dropped him like a dirty sock with multiple rounds to the chest. The driver then left the scene, stopped when he felt safe, and called the police. The driver is not in custody right now in large part because despite the lies told by Foster's pals, plenty of pics show Garrett pointing a deadly weapon at the man before the man defended himself.

And now we're hearing how Garrett Foster was a "veteran". I tried to look into that and all I could tell from the news stories was that ten years ago, he joined the Air Force but got discharged within a year, supposedly because his girlfriend had depression. Forgive my skepticism but I've never heard of the military giving someone an early discharge because a friend of theirs was unhappy. I suspect that Foster got tossed out because he wasn't able to hack it or was otherwise just a slug. And to compensate, he became a gun-toting anarchist who never missed a chance to carry his rifle to an anti-govbernment protest according to people who knew him.

Folks, Foster wasn't doing anything heroic or good. Foster wasn't much of a man. (I can't find any reference to his having a job.) He was just a sad little boy playing at being a man, and unfortunately he ran up against a real man--Texas has quite a few of those--and he wasn't ready for it. Foster started a gunfight and Foster lost despite having every tactical advantage. All that he was lacking was a set of balls to actually carry through with his threats and unfortunately for him, the man he threatened actually had a pair and did what he needed to.

In the immortal words of Tuco...