Monday, June 7, 2010

Shocking Details: Teen Girl's Old Man Allegedly Gets All Charged Up, Goes Psycho, & Cattle Prods the Dude Who Sent Daughter a Pic of His Genitals.

This story's from Temecula, California, where 23-year-old Justin Moore apparently picked the wrong 17-year-old girl to whom to send a cell phone picture of Moore's package. Moore claims the photo was just a big joke, but when the gal's old man (45-year-old William Atwood) got wind of the situation, he was in no mood for laughin'. Atwood allegedly tried to lure Moore to his house under the guise of bearing the twig of peace -- allegedly telling Moore that he (Atwood) just wanted Moore to come over so that they could "discuss" the photo. But it turned out to be a fairly one-sided "discussion," because when Moore showed up at Atwood's home, all hell broke loose.

Allegedly, Atwood immediately wielded a shotgun, ordered Moore from his car, and even fired off a warning shot just for good measure. Then Atwood started pulling Moore around by his feet, injuring Moore's shoulder (allegedly). As their polite little "discussion" continued, Atwood forced to Moore to strip down and then Atwood tied him up (allegedly).

Then the "discussion" really started pickin' up. Atwood allegedly told Moore that he (Atwood) was going to "bury" Moore on a local Pechanga tribe reservation. Next, Atwood brandished a handgun and a stun gun, the latter of which Atwood allegedly used to electrically shock Moore for around 20 seconds -- asking Moore, at the same time, "how do you like it!?" Needless to say, Atwood now faces several felony charges, while Moore faces no charges (due to "lack of evidence," prosecutors say).

In the end, it's difficult to determine who's the dumber of these two idiots: The old man who thinks he can take the law into his own hands and get away with it (allegedly), or the young punk who stupidly agreed to visit the home of the father of the gal to whom he'd just sent a picture of his unit (allegedly). Remind me to add Temecula to my ever-growing list of American locales that I likely do not have any real compelling need to visit at any point in the next 100 years or so.