Father brings gun to kids party after child don't get no cake

Ya'll better save some cake for Darnell, or there aint goin be no misunderstandin

Knox News - Police arrested a man in South Memphis on Saturday after he allegedly threatened the host of a child’s birthday party with a gun because his children didn’t get any cake or ice cream. Joseph Hayes, 48, was arrested in the 1300 block of Clementine late Saturday night and was charged with aggravated assault. According to a police affidavit, Hayes became upset and began yelling at the victim because “Y’all didn’t save my kids no damn ice cream and cake.” Hayes then left the party and went to his apartment. According to the affidavit, he returned with a small black handgun tucked into the back of his pants, approached the host, lifted up his shirt and said, “I ain’t scared to go to jail, just take care of my kids." The host then called police and said she was in fear of her life. After being arrested, Hayes told police at 201 Poplar that he did not bring a gun to the party, just an object that looked like one when tucked in his pants, the affidavit says. Hayes’ bond is set at $30,000 and is scheduled to appear in court Monday.

Umm, so what's the problem here? Just your average Papa bear doing what he gots to do to look out for his cubs.  What? You've never carried your burner to a kids birthday party? Never felt like the host was sticking it to your kid just a little bit and wished you had your gat on you to rectify the situation? Sounds to me like Joseph Hayes is just a little more prepared than your average parent, that's all. 

PS: How come black people lift up their shirts whenever they talk about going to prison?  Is that like, a thing?  I only ask because this seems to happen quite a bit in movies.  Is there some racial meaning to this or can white people do it too?  Does it apply to other situations? Like next time I fuck something up at work and have to go see the boss can I just untuck my button down shirt and pull it up while yelling "I aint afraid of apologizing to the client, I aint afraid of getting fired!"  What about when the waiter at a fancy restaurant tells me that they don't cook their meats medium rare, "I ain't afraid of no e-coli," with my pastel polo pulled high above my chest.  That would get the point across, no?