Comments by "Ida Larsen" (@idalarsen2540) on "Smirking At Cops Now A Hate Crime?" video.

  1. How damn terrifying. I'm becoming more and more in love with my homeland, my people, my cops, my social wellfare; practically my actual freedom and liberty. Norway. Good, old Norway. I once ended up in a fight with two cops, who even had to call for reinforcements. Now mind you, this was and is my first and only arrest. I'm far from violent at all. Even just verbal altercations can feel absolutely horrifying to me. I do suffer from severe trauma/PTSD from both child- and adulthood, including r*pe and kidnapping. Beatings. I became homeless at just 16, and got addicted to the hardest of the hard drugs very fast. I was in and out of the streets, shelters, institutions, hospitals, random people's couches, and continued on like this for several years. The time I ended up in a police fight, I was homeless and in a terrible condition. No food or sleep for days. Just a 'miracolously not dead'- person on tons of drugs. I never did drugs for fun, I was just completely addicted and in much more of an unconcious/zombie-like state. I barely have any memory from the incident at all, though my suboncious memory apparantly got refreshed after going to court almost a year later or so. Apparantly, they'd (the police) saw me out in the middle of the night in a very bad area, and they came up to me to both see if I was okay and to do a drug search (yes, sometimes our police (who btw only carry pepperspray for defense, nothing else) comes up to us to literally just talk and see if we're okay). I apparantly started hitting, punching, spitting and kicking away when one of them just touched my shoulder to get contact, since I didn't respond verbally. That must've caused an automatic, subconcious trauma-defense in me as it must've really startled me, causing me to flashback and completely panic, hence the fight erupting. I still can't remember any of it, not even being at the arrest cell for a day. Anyways.. I've gotten help and is recovering from all the past trauma and drug addiction. I have my own, very nice and large two bedroom flat, granted to me by the city, basically. A crucial part of our wellfare. I take goodd care of both a dog and a cat, so life is much better now, to say the least. All I recieved as punishment tho was to serve community service (120 hours by 45 days), where I served as a cashier in a charity shop. It was quite nice, tbh. So. .yup. I think I'll just stay here in Norway, with our kind cops and socialism. With my freedom and a community that (for the most part) cares for one another, no matter who we are or where life's taken us. America, you ain't the "land of the free", smdh. You've never been.
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