Meet the late Dusty Lawrence….
On March 28th of 2021, Dusty decided it would be a good idea to go to a private residence in Indianapolis to trade a firearm. Mr. Lawrence made a number of mistakes.
First he was dealing with someone on Discord, presumably someone he didn’t know.
Second, he agreed to go to a private residence in a neighborhood. If you are going to meet someone you don’t know to sell or trade a firearm or really anything, you must do so in a very public place during the day.
Third, he relaxed….
Lawrence communicated with an individual through the social media app Discord, but once he arrived, three individuals approached his vehicle.
Per MCPO, Lawrence then exited his vehicle to trade firearms. He was shot shortly thereafter, and he later succumbed to his injuries.
Via multiple leads and identifications from both Lawrence’s wife and nearby neighbors, police located the mother of Tremayne Hobson Jr., who reportedly lived on the same block as where the shooting occurred.
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A guy named Tremayne Hobson, Jr. and two others, one named Demetrius Coakley, approached his car. At this point, while he shouldn’t have been there in the first place, he should have driven away immediately. Instead he got out of the car and to the surprise of absolutely no one was shot to death. It is not clear yet what happened but there was a “damaged pink firearm” present that prosecutors believe was presented to Lawrence rather than the firearm he agreed to.
What I assume happened, Dusty Lawrence arrived in good faith to trade a gun, was offered some piece of shit damaged pink gun and refused and as is typical for blacks they got pissed at being disrespected because Lawrence didn’t want to trade a firearm for a damaged pink pistol and shot him.
Now Dusty Lawrence is dead and his wife is left with a little girl that she is going to raise alone. I am sure alarm bells were going off when he saw three niggers approaching his car but for whatever reason he thought it would be smart to go get shot. I wouldn’t recommend doing business with blacks under any circumstances but definitely not trading them a firearm that is likely to be used in a crime and certainly not if you aren’t in a public place. Even that won’t keep blacks from chimping out but it might lower the odds a bit.
Another dead White who relaxed.
You have to have it ready on your lap in condition zero on the Eastside.
John Law will stop you and say WTF are you doing over here, looking to get served from the D-Boys AKA dope dealers.
On CL if I hear ebonics or can I axe you then there is no more response.
These things happen in a steaming Potemkin Bolshevik banana republic smoking mirrors CPUSA (D) fourth world turd.
Mrs. Lawrence, we regret to inform you that your husband was a dumbfuck.
Dusty (and wifey) looks really long on the beer and cheetos and really short on common sense. Sloppy hygiene and mannerisms tend to shorten life. Millions more will be culled from the herd. Ain’t losing any sleep over it!
Another victim of “diversity is our strength” propaganda. There are too many to count now.
Who would even consider selling a gun to a black guy?
When I listed a beater truck for sale years ago I said sold to any bullshit sounding buyers.
LaSagna
He must of believed in “we are all one race” mantra…Sucks that he had to find out the hard way that we aren’t…
To drive to a negro’s house to trade a gun, you literally have to be one of the dumbest human beings on planet Earth.
Yup. Relaxing around folks like that might be the last thing one does.
Ashes to ashes, and Dusty to dust.
He might as well have had ‘Redneck Rube’ tattooed across his fat face. A guy like that just looks like a target. Daughter is, what? Five years old? And already well on the way toward becoming her own obese, tatted-up mother. Pains me to say it, but high school dropout and pregnant at 16 is my prediction for the little girl. No better than some dead-end, welfare-dependent she-boon.
Charlie Darwin [*Rolls up sleeves, spits on hands*]: “I got this.”
We see that family of 3, over and over at the BigBox. Cart full of snacks, beer, diet coke, flavored water, cookies, cakes, baked beans, bread, crackers……..and that is just the warm up. More sugary fruit “snacks”, potato chips, hot dogs, fried chicken Dino-Bites; the list is endless. Stop for pizza and a soda at the snack bar. These same people whip out the EBT cards (yes, plural) and then complain about “food” prices. I feel sorry for the youngsters; no training or practice in nutrition. Just keep filling your gut til it’s bursting.
If you have a spare or unwanted gun, be smart and visit your local gunsmith. Quit trying to screw the pooch on a “trade”. Unless you are John Wick, or have some special forces buds as backup, it isn’t worth the grief your family will suffer. Because few know the ins and outs of smart gun dealing. Live to get your family and friends through the coming civil war.
That had to be “The Darwin Award for 2021” awarded posthumously.
Why was he selling the gun? Obviously they were getting enough to eat. I’m broke dick poor. But I ain’t giving up my guns.
I may or may not have purchased several firearms via private party in-person transactions. Always in a parkinglot of a well known store (e.g. big box grocery or hardware stores all have parking-lot cameras). Another trick I use is to bring my dog with me (he’s a Malinois), and leave him in the car w/ the windows rolled down… “Stay Dante, stay! OK, so where’s this gun we were talking about?”
The third trick: Guys name is always James, or Chris, or Michael, or… never Javantarious, or anything w/ apostrophe’s in it. Just a little trick that’s worked for me a few times. Maybe.
This might be another instance of:
* “I woke up early this afternoon, and wanted to kill a White!”