White firefighter killed by drug suspect he just saved fentanyl, narcan

so a EMT that comes up to a scene where a guy needs narcan should just leave him there to die?

EMT comes, shrugs his shoulders, then says sucks for you, just lights up a cigarette and walks away into the sunset. muttering "dumb son of bitch" then a rock balled plays

@TelepathicRapist: Yes, its not like the guy on the bus was kidnapped and forced to take a deadly drug. If the person dying, is of adult age and reasonably assumed took a deadly drug of their own free will, let them die. Not everyone is worth saving, especially those that don't value their own lives.

@Bad Apple: but from that perspective, what is the point of even having emt's? a lot of the time they come to help people they are unconscious, is the EMT supposed to be like, well hes not responding, he doesn't want our help, lets get outta here. dumb son of a bitch shouldn't have had fallen and hit his head.

@Bad Apple: you seem to make a lot of assumptions too, and you assumptions always seem to be placing more burden on the first responder

https://www.newyorker.com/humo....r/daily-shouts/l-p-d

I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief. “Bad news, detective. We got a situation.” “What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?” “Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.” The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?” “Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.” “Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.” He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.” “Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.” I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside. “Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t. “Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up. “Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?” It didn’t seem like they did. “Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.” Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing. I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it. “Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled. Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him. “Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen. I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!” He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose. “All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.” “Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy. “Because I was afraid.” “Afraid?” “Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.” I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head. “Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.” He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me.

@TelepathicRapist: EMT's knew to give this dirty bag, a drug to counter balance the effects of a commonly known deadly drug. Not like this was an accident, maybe an accidental overdose. I say someone who juggle's chainsaw's, then gets his throat sawed through by one, should just be left for dead

@TelepathicRapist: That was a good story, thanks for the laugh and entertainment.

@Bad Apple: im a paleocon myself and generally like libertarian theory, this article makes me laugh though because they take everything to the full extreme its funny. It just reminds me of you. Your position seems like ultimate freedom and such but it sounds kind of unrealistic to me.

@TelepathicRapist: Hay, reality has a way of showing truth, saving those not worth of life might bite you in the ass. ( or someone else )

@TelepathicRapist: Yes, ultimate freedom, and all the responsibility that comes with it. Might be unrealistic due to human nature of the current age, but one day humans might grow up as a whole, and see the light.