Driver Arthur McGhie
Victim Steven Smith
Arthur McGhie confronted Steven Smith in Wyvern Way in Burgess Hill.
The 55-year-old saw red and drove straight at Mr Smith, who was seen bouncing off the bonnet of the vehicle.
It left Mr Smith trapped upside down in a bush before McGhie went and punched him again.
At Hove Crown Court, McGhie was found not guilty of attempted murder, but admitted inflicting grievous bodily harm with intent, dangerous driving, and assault occasioning actual bodily harm on a police officer.
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He was not found guilty of attempted murder by a jury, but he would have certainly been happy if he actually succeeded.
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What an asshole, if i'm the victim, I will do the same but with a truck lol
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People have their limits!
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The intrusive thoughts won
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You will never be a real nigga. You have no melanin, you have no opps, you have no drip. You are a headass cracka twisted by drugs and gang shit into a crude mockery of nature's perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “homies” laugh at your ghoulish skin behind closed doors.
Hood niggas are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed niggas to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even tronkies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a nigga. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy to hang with you, he'll turn tail and bolt the second he hears your chipmunk ass crakoid vocal signature.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it's going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it'll be too much to bear - you'll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They'll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a honky is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably white.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
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