Miss the old days, 1980s, as floor walker fuggin shoplifters up who fought when arrested.
Amen, sir. My brother worked at a shoe store on Market Street in the 1970s. The manager of the store was a member of our synagogue, a combat veteran from Israel's war of Independence and subsequent wars, who had zero tolerance for thieves. My brother caught a black lady stealing shoes and the manager told him to escort her to the basement so he could talk to her.
My brother did that, and the manager was very nice, asked the lady to take a seat (the chair had been strategically placed in front of a bunch of empty boxes in front of a brick wall) and then asked her if she had stolen anything.
She yelled at him and he calmly pulled out a .357, put it next to her ear, pulled the trigger and then told her (when her hearing returned) that the next time, the bullet would go through her forehead.
Never had a problem with shoplifters again....