Westwall; "Thankfully they haven't killed anyone. Though not for lack of trying. At least 8 people clubbed by that chicken shit "progfessor" in oakland, and the assholes hitting this dude in Portland. They tried, they are just for the most part incompetent."
You know, clubbing a person can result in early-onset dementia and ruin a person and their spouse when early death occurs from the brain slowly slipping away from the skull with the passage of time. What happens to these people's lives after age 60 ain't a pretty sight. They lose kidney/bladder malfunction followed by bowel control loss. They may gain the better part of 100 pounds in less than 6 months. They may lose their sense of smell and sexual inhibitions, and fall asleep while driving home, which they may pass and drive until all the gasoline in the car tank is gone. Their loved ones may be required to drive hundreds of miles to find them in the care of a local constable who will lecture them on why the victim must not drive a car. Nursing homes will not accept this person into their care due to the extreme issues that may crop up, including getting the largest caregiver to chase the person on foot with only one way to stop them--tackle, and both could get hurt. That's only one why nursing homes will not take the one who suffers from this form of dementia. The person may try to harm himself by sneaking drugs on the sly and hoarding them until he has enough to get a good night's sleep on a permanent basis. If he is taken on an outing, he may remove his clothes, spray urine and droppings before anyone has a chance to stop him. If he becomes disoriented, he may develop an uncooperative attitude and start running for no apparent reason.
Anybody who clubs somebody can hurt that person into his future--whether it's a painful limp for life, loss of the use of hands, bruises resulting in blood clots that can lodge somewhere for a while, then a few days later, break loose and go to the brain causing a massive stroke that brings about a bedridden state.
I know. I buried my husband 3 years ago because some kids at his high school clubbed him over the head, 50 years earlier, leaving a lump on his head the size of an eyeball. He was fine for 20 years, but then he started missing turns, and continue on as if nothing had happened. 5 years after that, he would not respond to a "you need to turn around because you missed your turn" unless I got in his face or asked him to let me drive us home. 5 years after that, he was falling asleep at the wheel, and I had to take his set of keys and the spare set, along with my set, and put them in my jeans pocket at night so he could not use the car on a midnight whim when I was fast asleep. Otherwise, he would slip out if he found a key.
His neurosurgeon let us know what caused his problem, but even so, it was frustrating due to the total watchful eye that was necessary to insure he did not harm himself or get behind the wheel of the car. All because creeps clubbed him when he was a junior in high school, was new in town, and was rather bright, but had a handicap from polio during childhood before the Salk vaccines came out.
That's why clubbing is a very violent, dangerous event that deprives people of their faculties sooner or later. I hope that idiot professor has a long time in jail, away from giving other inmates incentives to harm their jailers by making big plans. He's dangerous to other people in particular, and could turn on himself if he ever realizes how dangerous his little sport of clubbing people is.
Antifa needs to be stopped. They start chanting in unison loudly to prevent people from hearing the other speakers, and their chants are lies so egregious it makes people mad at their target. They start clubbing other people, they deserve no mercy, because they're committing acts of violence on innocent people who do not deserve to be put through senior years of confusion, loss, sadness, depression, and joylessness. That is just the opposite of what my husband was before his dementia set in. It was little by little at first, almost imperceptible. But like a snowball running down a hill, it took his life away from both of us one loss of function at a time, until his last day, when he sat in a chair, too confused to speak or even answer a question like, "Are you feeling okay, honey?" Dementia from getting clubbed isn't a pretty sight, any more than having your spinal cord damaged from a blow and never being able to walk again starting with the day you got clubbed.
I hope that creep loses his teaching license immediately.