Would it have been right to run him over?
Discussion
You can use reasonable force to defend yourself/others and property.
The fact you managed to get away with no injuries to anyone or damage to your property says that no it wouldn't have been reasonable to run him over.
PS I'm 6ft 4.5, 19 stone with a beard...I could take you if I needed to
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The fact you managed to get away with no injuries to anyone or damage to your property says that no it wouldn't have been reasonable to run him over.
PS I'm 6ft 4.5, 19 stone with a beard...I could take you if I needed to
. Centurion07 said:
Beat me to it! 
La Liga said:
A collision with him when your intention is to get away is different from deliberately running him over. The latter will require a greater threat and greater justification given the likely injury outcomes.
A lot also depends on how you felt and what threat you perceived, but any force needs to be reasonable in the circumstances.
I like this answer best but thanks to all who took the time to.A lot also depends on how you felt and what threat you perceived, but any force needs to be reasonable in the circumstances.
I don't own a company or have any facial hair so despite the hardcore kung fu training getting away is my preferred option
ruggedscotty said:
want to run him over..... well for a start take the keys off of you - as you are not fit to be in charge of any vehicle.
This day and age we all have a social responsibility - yes that cretin that pulled out took a liberty - thats the state of roads today - if you want to start a fight or engage in a fight then so be it....
Id be considering anger management courses - ;-)
I wanted to get away, (I had my 18 month old in car) but if it's a choice between putting my family in danger and maybe even killing someone... IF the threat was big enough then ... splat... bye bye This day and age we all have a social responsibility - yes that cretin that pulled out took a liberty - thats the state of roads today - if you want to start a fight or engage in a fight then so be it....
Id be considering anger management courses - ;-)
- not that I'm saying by pulling out nearly causing a collision warrants the death penalty but if you try to start a fight with someone in a car and they drive away and run over your foot then though, it would be your own stupid fault
TurboBalls said:
I wanted to get away, (I had my 18 month old in car) but if it's a choice between putting my family in danger and maybe even killing someone... IF the threat was big enough then ... splat... bye bye
Maybe start the whole process by not giving someone the w- not that I'm saying by pulling out nearly causing a collision warrants the death penalty but if you try to start a fight with someone in a car and they drive away and run over your foot then though, it would be your own stupid fault
ker sign and you'd be amazed how these things don't escalate. In parts of the savage world, some ne'er-do-wells would lie in the road (sometimes pretending to be injured); you stop, their buddies ambush you, have their way with your missus and leave you a little dead.
If you ever find yourself in such a situation, I'd suggest you could consider using your vehicle as a weapon.
If you ever find yourself in such a situation, I'd suggest you could consider using your vehicle as a weapon.
You're in a lockable cage made of metal and capable of 150mph. Who was in the other car, fking Iron Man?
You say you're trying to protect your family by running down the other guy, but have a think for a minute. Actually put yourself in that moment...
Consider it, you're there, behind the wheel of your car, child and wife in tow. You see your opponent alight his vehicle and you hit the gas. You twitch the wheel to ensure your victim is bang centre of the car and you absolutely floor the throttle. The nose lifts, the engine note rises sharply as two tonnes of metal accelerates hard. It's a matter of three or four seconds between that fateful decision and the impact, but with your wife screaming in panic and little Masie-Jayne doing likewise, time seems to stand still. Your victim looms ever larger,the anger on his face rapidly turning to horror as he realises a stranger's murderous intent. He attempts to turn away, but your car is already well established on its course. His fate is sealed; he is a dead man walking.
Your wife and child will witness a man's scull crush and disintegrate as it hits the windscreen. The windscreen will shatter. The car will be very badly damaged. They'll witness a lifeless body fly through the air and land with a sickening thud. They'll see his girlfriend run, screaming, crying, broken, desperate to revive the man she loves. They'll see her hands, arms and clothes soaked in blood and sweat as she furtively but fruitlessly attempts CPR, the kiss of life, anything she can think of to help.
They'll see the paramedics arrive and pick up the limp corpse of your victim. They'll see the police arrive and put you in cuffs and in the back of a traffic car.
They'll see the local news reporting the incident with their usual victim-heavy bias.
They'll see the headlines in the local paper announcing, "Local man arrested for murder after teacher run down in Haversham".
They'll see the neighbours talking in the street, pointing towards the house.
They'll see Kay Burley tweeting a picture of the girlfriend, accompanied by the hashtag #sadnessinhereyes.
They'll see the floral tributes and the candles left at the scene.
They'll see the minutes silence held at Haversham Rangers extra preliminary round Fa Cup tie against King's Lynn Town.
They'll hear the victim impact statements read out by the girlfriend who will choke back tears as she describes how, "the stars fell out of my sky the night my darling was so cruelly taken from me... From us."
They'll hear similar from his mother, a dear old widow, who will be so overcome with emotion in the Court that paramedics are called and the Crown Prosecutor has to read the statement on her behalf.
They'll see the Judge describe you as a 'callous and cold-hearted man who deprived a doting family of a caring, gentle and loving brother and son.'
They'll hear the cries of 'rot in hell, you fking scum!' from the public gallery as sentence is passed.
They'll see the G4S van take you away to begin your 15 year stretch in Wormwood Scrubs.
They'll see you with your black eye and broken fingers, injuries sustained resisting shower rape for the 20th time this month.
They'll see you, a shell, shuffle into the visiting hall. A broken man they barely recognise.
They'll see the bailiffs arrive at your former home to repossess the items your family can no longer afford without your salary coming in.
They'll see the letter from the bank's solicitors, advising that due to their non-payment of the mortgage, the house has been repossessed and that they have 7 days to leave before the High Court enforcement agents turn up with a locksmith.
They'll see the local Emergency Housing Officer, handing them the keys to their new home; a small room in the local backpackers hostel with a bathroom shared between 10.
They'll see all that and a million other things you can't even imagine.
So yeah, go on, hard nut, run down a man because he cut you up on the road and you need to "protect your family". See how far it gets you.
king Iron Man?You say you're trying to protect your family by running down the other guy, but have a think for a minute. Actually put yourself in that moment...
Consider it, you're there, behind the wheel of your car, child and wife in tow. You see your opponent alight his vehicle and you hit the gas. You twitch the wheel to ensure your victim is bang centre of the car and you absolutely floor the throttle. The nose lifts, the engine note rises sharply as two tonnes of metal accelerates hard. It's a matter of three or four seconds between that fateful decision and the impact, but with your wife screaming in panic and little Masie-Jayne doing likewise, time seems to stand still. Your victim looms ever larger,the anger on his face rapidly turning to horror as he realises a stranger's murderous intent. He attempts to turn away, but your car is already well established on its course. His fate is sealed; he is a dead man walking.
Your wife and child will witness a man's scull crush and disintegrate as it hits the windscreen. The windscreen will shatter. The car will be very badly damaged. They'll witness a lifeless body fly through the air and land with a sickening thud. They'll see his girlfriend run, screaming, crying, broken, desperate to revive the man she loves. They'll see her hands, arms and clothes soaked in blood and sweat as she furtively but fruitlessly attempts CPR, the kiss of life, anything she can think of to help.
They'll see the paramedics arrive and pick up the limp corpse of your victim. They'll see the police arrive and put you in cuffs and in the back of a traffic car.
They'll see the local news reporting the incident with their usual victim-heavy bias.
They'll see the headlines in the local paper announcing, "Local man arrested for murder after teacher run down in Haversham".
They'll see the neighbours talking in the street, pointing towards the house.
They'll see Kay Burley tweeting a picture of the girlfriend, accompanied by the hashtag #sadnessinhereyes.
They'll see the floral tributes and the candles left at the scene.
They'll see the minutes silence held at Haversham Rangers extra preliminary round Fa Cup tie against King's Lynn Town.
They'll hear the victim impact statements read out by the girlfriend who will choke back tears as she describes how, "the stars fell out of my sky the night my darling was so cruelly taken from me... From us."
They'll hear similar from his mother, a dear old widow, who will be so overcome with emotion in the Court that paramedics are called and the Crown Prosecutor has to read the statement on her behalf.
They'll see the Judge describe you as a 'callous and cold-hearted man who deprived a doting family of a caring, gentle and loving brother and son.'
They'll hear the cries of 'rot in hell, you f
king scum!' from the public gallery as sentence is passed.They'll see the G4S van take you away to begin your 15 year stretch in Wormwood Scrubs.
They'll see you with your black eye and broken fingers, injuries sustained resisting shower rape for the 20th time this month.
They'll see you, a shell, shuffle into the visiting hall. A broken man they barely recognise.
They'll see the bailiffs arrive at your former home to repossess the items your family can no longer afford without your salary coming in.
They'll see the letter from the bank's solicitors, advising that due to their non-payment of the mortgage, the house has been repossessed and that they have 7 days to leave before the High Court enforcement agents turn up with a locksmith.
They'll see the local Emergency Housing Officer, handing them the keys to their new home; a small room in the local backpackers hostel with a bathroom shared between 10.
They'll see all that and a million other things you can't even imagine.
So yeah, go on, hard nut, run down a man because he cut you up on the road and you need to "protect your family". See how far it gets you.
ferrariF50lover said:
You're in a lockable cage made of metal and capable of 150mph. Who was in the other car, fking Iron Man?
You say you're trying to protect your family by running down the other guy, but have a think for a minute. Actually put yourself in that moment...
Consider it, you're there, behind the wheel of your car, child and wife in tow. You see your opponent alight his vehicle and you hit the gas. You twitch the wheel to ensure your victim is bang centre of the car and you absolutely floor the throttle. The nose lifts, the engine note rises sharply as two tonnes of metal accelerates hard. It's a matter of three or four seconds between that fateful decision and the impact, but with your wife screaming in panic and little Masie-Jayne doing likewise, time seems to stand still. Your victim looms ever larger,the anger on his face rapidly turning to horror as he realises a stranger's murderous intent. He attempts to turn away, but your car is already well established on its course. His fate is sealed; he is a dead man walking.
Your wife and child will witness a man's scull crush and disintegrate as it hits the windscreen. The windscreen will shatter. The car will be very badly damaged. They'll witness a lifeless body fly through the air and land with a sickening thud. They'll see his girlfriend run, screaming, crying, broken, desperate to revive the man she loves. They'll see her hands, arms and clothes soaked in blood and sweat as she furtively but fruitlessly attempts CPR, the kiss of life, anything she can think of to help.
They'll see the paramedics arrive and pick up the limp corpse of your victim. They'll see the police arrive and put you in cuffs and in the back of a traffic car.
They'll see the local news reporting the incident with their usual victim-heavy bias.
They'll see the headlines in the local paper announcing, "Local man arrested for murder after teacher run down in Haversham".
They'll see the neighbours talking in the street, pointing towards the house.
They'll see Kay Burley tweeting a picture of the girlfriend, accompanied by the hashtag #sadnessinhereyes.
They'll see the floral tributes and the candles left at the scene.
They'll see the minutes silence held at Haversham Rangers extra preliminary round Fa Cup tie against King's Lynn Town.
They'll hear the victim impact statements read out by the girlfriend who will choke back tears as she describes how, "the stars fell out of my sky the night my darling was so cruelly taken from me... From us."
They'll hear similar from his mother, a dear old widow, who will be so overcome with emotion in the Court that paramedics are called and the Crown Prosecutor has to read the statement on her behalf.
They'll see the Judge describe you as a 'callous and cold-hearted man who deprived a doting family of a caring, gentle and loving brother and son.'
They'll hear the cries of 'rot in hell, you fking scum!' from the public gallery as sentence is passed.
They'll see the G4S van take you away to begin your 15 year stretch in Wormwood Scrubs.
They'll see you with your black eye and broken fingers, injuries sustained resisting shower rape for the 20th time this month.
They'll see you, a shell, shuffle into the visiting hall. A broken man they barely recognise.
They'll see the bailiffs arrive at your former home to repossess the items your family can no longer afford without your salary coming in.
They'll see the letter from the bank's solicitors, advising that due to their non-payment of the mortgage, the house has been repossessed and that they have 7 days to leave before the High Court enforcement agents turn up with a locksmith.
They'll see the local Emergency Housing Officer, handing them the keys to their new home; a small room in the local backpackers hostel with a bathroom shared between 10.
They'll see all that and a million other things you can't even imagine.
So yeah, go on, hard nut, run down a man because he cut you up on the road and you need to "protect your family". See how far it gets you.
How long did you get?king Iron Man?You say you're trying to protect your family by running down the other guy, but have a think for a minute. Actually put yourself in that moment...
Consider it, you're there, behind the wheel of your car, child and wife in tow. You see your opponent alight his vehicle and you hit the gas. You twitch the wheel to ensure your victim is bang centre of the car and you absolutely floor the throttle. The nose lifts, the engine note rises sharply as two tonnes of metal accelerates hard. It's a matter of three or four seconds between that fateful decision and the impact, but with your wife screaming in panic and little Masie-Jayne doing likewise, time seems to stand still. Your victim looms ever larger,the anger on his face rapidly turning to horror as he realises a stranger's murderous intent. He attempts to turn away, but your car is already well established on its course. His fate is sealed; he is a dead man walking.
Your wife and child will witness a man's scull crush and disintegrate as it hits the windscreen. The windscreen will shatter. The car will be very badly damaged. They'll witness a lifeless body fly through the air and land with a sickening thud. They'll see his girlfriend run, screaming, crying, broken, desperate to revive the man she loves. They'll see her hands, arms and clothes soaked in blood and sweat as she furtively but fruitlessly attempts CPR, the kiss of life, anything she can think of to help.
They'll see the paramedics arrive and pick up the limp corpse of your victim. They'll see the police arrive and put you in cuffs and in the back of a traffic car.
They'll see the local news reporting the incident with their usual victim-heavy bias.
They'll see the headlines in the local paper announcing, "Local man arrested for murder after teacher run down in Haversham".
They'll see the neighbours talking in the street, pointing towards the house.
They'll see Kay Burley tweeting a picture of the girlfriend, accompanied by the hashtag #sadnessinhereyes.
They'll see the floral tributes and the candles left at the scene.
They'll see the minutes silence held at Haversham Rangers extra preliminary round Fa Cup tie against King's Lynn Town.
They'll hear the victim impact statements read out by the girlfriend who will choke back tears as she describes how, "the stars fell out of my sky the night my darling was so cruelly taken from me... From us."
They'll hear similar from his mother, a dear old widow, who will be so overcome with emotion in the Court that paramedics are called and the Crown Prosecutor has to read the statement on her behalf.
They'll see the Judge describe you as a 'callous and cold-hearted man who deprived a doting family of a caring, gentle and loving brother and son.'
They'll hear the cries of 'rot in hell, you f
king scum!' from the public gallery as sentence is passed.They'll see the G4S van take you away to begin your 15 year stretch in Wormwood Scrubs.
They'll see you with your black eye and broken fingers, injuries sustained resisting shower rape for the 20th time this month.
They'll see you, a shell, shuffle into the visiting hall. A broken man they barely recognise.
They'll see the bailiffs arrive at your former home to repossess the items your family can no longer afford without your salary coming in.
They'll see the letter from the bank's solicitors, advising that due to their non-payment of the mortgage, the house has been repossessed and that they have 7 days to leave before the High Court enforcement agents turn up with a locksmith.
They'll see the local Emergency Housing Officer, handing them the keys to their new home; a small room in the local backpackers hostel with a bathroom shared between 10.
They'll see all that and a million other things you can't even imagine.
So yeah, go on, hard nut, run down a man because he cut you up on the road and you need to "protect your family". See how far it gets you.
Monkeylegend said:
ferrariF50lover said:
You're in a lockable cage made of metal and capable of 150mph. Who was in the other car, fking Iron Man?
You say you're trying to protect your family by running down the other guy, but have a think for a minute. Actually put yourself in that moment...
Consider it, you're there, behind the wheel of your car, child and wife in tow. You see your opponent alight his vehicle and you hit the gas. You twitch the wheel to ensure your victim is bang centre of the car and you absolutely floor the throttle. The nose lifts, the engine note rises sharply as two tonnes of metal accelerates hard. It's a matter of three or four seconds between that fateful decision and the impact, but with your wife screaming in panic and little Masie-Jayne doing likewise, time seems to stand still. Your victim looms ever larger,the anger on his face rapidly turning to horror as he realises a stranger's murderous intent. He attempts to turn away, but your car is already well established on its course. His fate is sealed; he is a dead man walking.
Your wife and child will witness a man's scull crush and disintegrate as it hits the windscreen. The windscreen will shatter. The car will be very badly damaged. They'll witness a lifeless body fly through the air and land with a sickening thud. They'll see his girlfriend run, screaming, crying, broken, desperate to revive the man she loves. They'll see her hands, arms and clothes soaked in blood and sweat as she furtively but fruitlessly attempts CPR, the kiss of life, anything she can think of to help.
They'll see the paramedics arrive and pick up the limp corpse of your victim. They'll see the police arrive and put you in cuffs and in the back of a traffic car.
They'll see the local news reporting the incident with their usual victim-heavy bias.
They'll see the headlines in the local paper announcing, "Local man arrested for murder after teacher run down in Haversham".
They'll see the neighbours talking in the street, pointing towards the house.
They'll see Kay Burley tweeting a picture of the girlfriend, accompanied by the hashtag #sadnessinhereyes.
They'll see the floral tributes and the candles left at the scene.
They'll see the minutes silence held at Haversham Rangers extra preliminary round Fa Cup tie against King's Lynn Town.
They'll hear the victim impact statements read out by the girlfriend who will choke back tears as she describes how, "the stars fell out of my sky the night my darling was so cruelly taken from me... From us."
They'll hear similar from his mother, a dear old widow, who will be so overcome with emotion in the Court that paramedics are called and the Crown Prosecutor has to read the statement on her behalf.
They'll see the Judge describe you as a 'callous and cold-hearted man who deprived a doting family of a caring, gentle and loving brother and son.'
They'll hear the cries of 'rot in hell, you fking scum!' from the public gallery as sentence is passed.
They'll see the G4S van take you away to begin your 15 year stretch in Wormwood Scrubs.
They'll see you with your black eye and broken fingers, injuries sustained resisting shower rape for the 20th time this month.
They'll see you, a shell, shuffle into the visiting hall. A broken man they barely recognise.
They'll see the bailiffs arrive at your former home to repossess the items your family can no longer afford without your salary coming in.
They'll see the letter from the bank's solicitors, advising that due to their non-payment of the mortgage, the house has been repossessed and that they have 7 days to leave before the High Court enforcement agents turn up with a locksmith.
They'll see the local Emergency Housing Officer, handing them the keys to their new home; a small room in the local backpackers hostel with a bathroom shared between 10.
They'll see all that and a million other things you can't even imagine.
So yeah, go on, hard nut, run down a man because he cut you up on the road and you need to "protect your family". See how far it gets you.
How long did you get?king Iron Man?You say you're trying to protect your family by running down the other guy, but have a think for a minute. Actually put yourself in that moment...
Consider it, you're there, behind the wheel of your car, child and wife in tow. You see your opponent alight his vehicle and you hit the gas. You twitch the wheel to ensure your victim is bang centre of the car and you absolutely floor the throttle. The nose lifts, the engine note rises sharply as two tonnes of metal accelerates hard. It's a matter of three or four seconds between that fateful decision and the impact, but with your wife screaming in panic and little Masie-Jayne doing likewise, time seems to stand still. Your victim looms ever larger,the anger on his face rapidly turning to horror as he realises a stranger's murderous intent. He attempts to turn away, but your car is already well established on its course. His fate is sealed; he is a dead man walking.
Your wife and child will witness a man's scull crush and disintegrate as it hits the windscreen. The windscreen will shatter. The car will be very badly damaged. They'll witness a lifeless body fly through the air and land with a sickening thud. They'll see his girlfriend run, screaming, crying, broken, desperate to revive the man she loves. They'll see her hands, arms and clothes soaked in blood and sweat as she furtively but fruitlessly attempts CPR, the kiss of life, anything she can think of to help.
They'll see the paramedics arrive and pick up the limp corpse of your victim. They'll see the police arrive and put you in cuffs and in the back of a traffic car.
They'll see the local news reporting the incident with their usual victim-heavy bias.
They'll see the headlines in the local paper announcing, "Local man arrested for murder after teacher run down in Haversham".
They'll see the neighbours talking in the street, pointing towards the house.
They'll see Kay Burley tweeting a picture of the girlfriend, accompanied by the hashtag #sadnessinhereyes.
They'll see the floral tributes and the candles left at the scene.
They'll see the minutes silence held at Haversham Rangers extra preliminary round Fa Cup tie against King's Lynn Town.
They'll hear the victim impact statements read out by the girlfriend who will choke back tears as she describes how, "the stars fell out of my sky the night my darling was so cruelly taken from me... From us."
They'll hear similar from his mother, a dear old widow, who will be so overcome with emotion in the Court that paramedics are called and the Crown Prosecutor has to read the statement on her behalf.
They'll see the Judge describe you as a 'callous and cold-hearted man who deprived a doting family of a caring, gentle and loving brother and son.'
They'll hear the cries of 'rot in hell, you f
king scum!' from the public gallery as sentence is passed.They'll see the G4S van take you away to begin your 15 year stretch in Wormwood Scrubs.
They'll see you with your black eye and broken fingers, injuries sustained resisting shower rape for the 20th time this month.
They'll see you, a shell, shuffle into the visiting hall. A broken man they barely recognise.
They'll see the bailiffs arrive at your former home to repossess the items your family can no longer afford without your salary coming in.
They'll see the letter from the bank's solicitors, advising that due to their non-payment of the mortgage, the house has been repossessed and that they have 7 days to leave before the High Court enforcement agents turn up with a locksmith.
They'll see the local Emergency Housing Officer, handing them the keys to their new home; a small room in the local backpackers hostel with a bathroom shared between 10.
They'll see all that and a million other things you can't even imagine.
So yeah, go on, hard nut, run down a man because he cut you up on the road and you need to "protect your family". See how far it gets you.
ferrariF50lover said:
... lts of stuff ...
steady on, there's no way my car could do anywhere near 150!as I said earlier "if you try to start a fight with someone in a car and they drive away and run over your foot then though, it would be your own stupid fault"
LoonR1 said:
Maybe start the whole process by not giving someone the * sign and you'd be amazed how these things don't escalate.
) "speshuls" on this thread as well 
Jim1556 said:
Centurion07 said:
Beat me to it! 
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