Posts Tagged ‘rampage’

A funny thing happened to Pastor Jose Elias Moran when assisting a stopped motorist one day – he was given a taser to his tail so fast, it was like he was a crack addict on “Cops”.

I mean, Zapped! Really making Scott Baio and Willie Aames proud [a little obtuse 80s humor for you].

And the home of the brave... by God!

And the home of the brave... by God!

Anywhoo, according to the report in FOX News, there are two faces to this story:

Webster Texas po po say Pastor Moran “interfered with the traffic stop.”

Church members who watched the whole thing, and who incidentally were dispersed by pepper spray, agree with the pastor’s wife, “A pastor has to tend to his flock. That is all he was doing.”

So, which was it? What happened? And what up with peppering the sheep? Getting them ready for lamb chops?

Police stops a driver – a church member – in front of an early morning prayer service at the Iglesia Profetica Peniel church. Suddenly, Moran decides to become the on-site counselor and cops get nervous ending up tasing Pastor Sticking-My-Nose-In-None-Of-His-Business.

I understand his calling, but understand the police officer’s calling: they have someone pulled over and trust me, it’s assumed every car pulled over has someone tweaking ready to pull for his 9MM.

With that understood, here comes Super Pastor who apparently wasn’t listening to, “Sir, this is not your concern.”

However, I’m sure he didn’t go thug life and try to really ruin this cop’s day:

An incident report on the Webster police department’s Web site said Officer Raymond Berryman tried to calm Moran and arrest him. But police say he pushed the officer, went inside the church and returned with 40 other congregants.

As for the driver, he was released with two citations. However, starting the Watts riots over homeboy getting a speeding ticket is taking its toll:

Speaking from a hospital bed Wednesday night, Moran told The Associated Press he planned to hire an attorney to file charges against the officer. He was being held at the hospital overnight for additional tests.

Unless this officer thinks he is Wyatt Earp, I doubt he just yanking his taser and zapping the poor pastor unless there was a reason, but what could it be? Cop went to the church, wasn’t that crazy about the worship, so he punks the pastor?

Whatever it was, I have a feeling when Pastor Moran is released from custody, and from his warm hospital bed, I think the local holiday toy drive with the police department may be called off. Just sayin’.

This week’s bite-size morsel of video evangelism is some genius I found trolling the information superhighway.

More like, I was driving down a country-bumpkin road, weaving in-and-out of those creepy trees dangling over the rocks and gravel below and avoiding all forms of roadkill.

In other words, I can’t believe I found this thing… but it’s fun. I don’t know who did it… but I got a high-five hangin’.

Although I’m not a fan of my Jesus packing heat for the U.S. of A. and rocking like the Terminator, it’s good to see a demon get his come-up-uns. Enjoy.

Vodpod videos no longer available.

more about “Cross Eyed: Call me “Justice Jesus”“, posted with vodpod

Full disclosure here: HiScrivener is a PPV-watchin’, TUF-recordin’, Jesus-didn’t-tappin’ MMA fanatic.

Oh look! It's Chuck Liddell's truck.

Oh look! It's Chuck Liddell's truck. Isn't it?

So, when I see this tragic story about former light heavyweight champ Quentin “Rampage” Jackson, I get a little distressed.

You see, here’s Rampage. He just lost the belt in a wonderful fight (and yes, Jesus Freaks can enjoy and participate in MMA. Don’t get me started… yet), so you would expect him to be a little downtrodden.

One lovely SoCal night, CHiPs get a report that a pickup fled the scene of an accident. So here comes Ponch and Baker trolling down the 55 near Costa Mesa searching for a peculiar pick-em up truck.

Then they notice THIS FRIGGIN’ RIDICULOUS THING IN THE PICTURE!

Yeah, Rampage fled an accident driving a dang billboard screaming down the highway, “Hi, I am an MMA fighter and this is my Glamour Shot!” Is one of the best strikers in the business really Forrest Gump? I mean if this isn’t the epitome of “Stupid is as stupid does,” I quit my day job!

Anywhoo, he gives chase when he sees the cops, heads into one-way traffic, hits another car and then stopped. Seriously? It lasted awhile but then Quentin figured, “Where would I ditch it without them knowing it’s my truck?” So, he stopped, got taken to the pokey and was ostensibly released on $25K bail (that’s it?) And you ask…

Well, the lady he hit was 16 weeks pregnant and she miscarried. Here’s the story, thanks to the Newport Beach Daily Pilot. Not good.

Holli Griggs, 38, was driving her 2007 Cadillac Escalade in the left lane on the southbound 55 Freeway just south of Bay Street on July 15 when Jackson’s gray-and-green pick-up truck sideswiped her as he drove along the median lane at about 45 mph, California Highway Patrol officials said. Prosecutors have yet to file charges against Jackson, a former light heavyweight champion for the Ultimate Fighting Championship who remains free on $25,000 bail. Prosecutors would not comment on any potential charges due to Griggs’ miscarriage.

So, why is this on the Wall? How is this a note for the Church? Note this separate (and related) story about his trainer’s [Juanito Ibarra] angst and this conflicting with his faith. Both he and Quentin are faithful Christians. (Note: Christians are nowhere near perfect. Just trying to worship a perfect God, so read without prejudice).

“I’m devastated by what he’s been through and some of the things I’ve heard,” said Ibarra. “I’ve not sat down with Quinton to this day to discuss things. I pray for his well-being, and if I helped Quinton out a little bit with his growth in the sport, then I’ve been very blessed and honored to do that. I love this kid with all my heart, and I wish him nothing but the best.”

In conclusion, a MEMO is needed to Quentin, his road rage and evident lead foot: What the eff, brother?

Yes, you got scared. Yes, you were thinking, “I’m famous. I hit her. She will sue me like mad.” Yes, you didn’t want to give UFC the bloody nose Forrest Griffin gave you. But, dude! You have to stop… look at that truck!

Aside from that, you are a child of God. WWJD? Hello? McFly? Render aid. Ensure her safety. Do what my lil’ Wall Watcher says, “It was for accident.” And then smile really big. When you take on the title of “Christian,” the world is watching and the enemy is plotting. If this was a test, you didn’t pass. Pray Quentin. Pray like you train – hard and often.

And before you ask, no we aren’t saying, “Baby killer!” If anything caused that lady to miscarry, it was stress. Albeit, stress you caused, but all of this could have been avoided – the accident, the issues with her, the arrest, the innuendo, the embarrassment – if you just thought about the one sticker that remarkably isn’t on that gaudy truck of yours, Quentin, “WWJD?”

UFC has no comment, nor should they when you read what Griggs’ fiance said, “No amount of money will bring back my son.” Yeah, they knew. And now, so does the whole world.