Humans, for the most part, are untrustworthy, disloyal, lying, self-interested assfuckers. And that includes the ones you’ve had in your house.
Don’t trust a one of them.
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You are just finding this out now?
Hey, I’m not an assfucker!
It may not be an absolute truth, but it’s definitely the way to bet.
Regards,
Ric
Trust but verify
People are not basically good.
Human nature is an overlooked factor in how you evaluate things in this world. I came to Jeff’s conclusion quite a while ago.
Sadly, it’s those closest to us that disappoint us the most.
We build up our expectations for those we allow into our inner circle, and, too often, we are left disappointed and feeling betrayed.
Such is human nature in most cases.
That said, whomever wronged you must have committed a pretty heinous act to garner the label “assfucker”.
You’ve become a Calvinist?
I had the same thing come to mind, T+T.
In my house? Oh, but they’re relatives.
But, I must say, the dogs never liked ’em. I should trust their judgment always.
Mean people suck
Now, chickens. I don’t trust them anymore. I used to think they’d just hang around the garden. Nope. Apparently some will make straight for the woods.
oh my
http://minx.cc/?post=305274
Given the available hints I’m thinking a gay cable guy and a DVR rental fee hidden in the small print.
More seriously, you have your wife and kid. That’s an awful lot.
Newrouter, my take on the birth certificate is that Obama has one, it proves his natural citizenship is valid, but until he absolutely has to produce it, he won’t. He has no incentive to otherwise, and it gives his opponents something to fight over amongst themselves.
The only problem with this view, is that it presupposes that Obama is a smart politician….
Everyone hates assfuckers. Even assfuckers. It’s a veritable cycle of assfucking out there.
People, people, people:
It was the ‘dillo what done him wrong.
Not that he was ever the least bit trustworthy, but everyone has a line, and he musta crossed Jeff’s.
The only problem with this view, is that it presupposes that Obama is a smart politician….
He’s a crafty politician, having come of age in the Chicago Machine. If he hadn’t been entirely venal and entirely cunning, he’d never have gotten where he is.
It took me four break rooms and two floors to find a vending machine with a pink-frosting sugar cookie in it, and when I opened the bin to retrieve my lovely treat, there was also a bag of white-cheddar popcorn lying there that someone had forgotten.
THOSE OF YOU WHO DOUBT THE EXISTENCE OF GOD NEED TO CONSIDER THIS BIT OF EVIDENCE IS ALL I’M SAYING.
A modern interpretation of water from a rock?
Amen.
When I’m facing basic doubts about mankind, I sometimes like to listen to Turkish pop songs about Facebook.
Carin, Did that chiocken ever come back?
Why did the chicken leave Carin’s yard?
I’m skeptical of his craft at this point dicentra. Even someone with basic political skills could have read the past few election cycles, and navigated accordingly. He just took a brute force, tone deaf approach.
Insty linked to this illustration of how inept he is for a Chicago pol.
All this talk about @$$f!ng…Wonkette’s ears must be burning by now.
I done fear most folk ain’t even brought themselves to consider why politicians get theirselfs elected. Trusting Obarky is simply unforgivable.
Joe, yes. I didn’t want to put it in the current thread, but I just updated the status a few hours ago. I made paths through the brush, so she couldn’t get too deep into the forest, and we FINALLY caught her a few hours ago. My legs have scratches all over ’em, as do my kids, but we’ve got the chicken back.
I’m gonna post a picture of the bird, as well as the area she was in, tomorrow on my blog, for those interested/bored tomorrow ;)
when I got home my sister had sent me like a ton and a half of brownies and chocolate covered macadamia nuts… ever since we became orphans she’s the most awesome sister ever
oh no
http://townhall.com/columnists/AnnCoulter/2010/09/01/obama_is_not_a_muslim/page/full/
Abraham argued and got God to agree that if he could find just 10 good persons, God would spare Sodom.
But they were all assfuckers, so they got fucked.
yay chicken retrieval win!
I hadn’t considered that, Joe.
I have not and Andy Sullivan in my HOUSE….
cause of Andrew Sullivan – I just noticed this – when I see someone walking a beagle I’m like oh you must be gay… but when you think about it that may not be 100% true… even in Studio City
At Rancho alppuccino, we keep the last a-focker’s corpse (pronounced corp + sss there FROTUS) hanging from a tree at the end of the long lane. Deterrence.
We put a sign on him, of course. We’re not monsters.
Let me be clear. He’s already dead before we hang him.
Ouch. Jeff, you had better get that absinthe analyzed. There IS good in you. I can sense it. Search your feelings…
While I generally agree that that is probably true Jeff, I find I still have a lot of affection for the human race. If only for what it can be.
I wasn’t talking about me. I can be an asshole, but I’m loyal and trustworthy.
Sadly, the truth hasn’t set me free. Because nobody gives a fuck about truth anymore.
Let me add a late to the party, just got back from flying to Minneapolis from San Diego, “Here, frelling here.”
People basically suck, though with effort you can filter out the few that don’t.
imsgine being the poor mf who created them in his own image — and then they pissed on the new oriental? – Romans 13:8-10
And now, I go and hide under the nearest rock.
Jeff G.,
Well, you couldn’t trust me in your house. I’d want a souvenir of my visit. So, that stash of sporks you’ve been saving for disaster preparedness would probably come up missing.
I’d be the envy of all my friends, showing off my case of Jeff G. sporks.
It always boils down to a choice between deal with it, or head up a water tower with plenty of ammo.
Some days that ladder looks mighty tempting.
Glad to hear Carin chicken has finally come home to roost. Although, I suggest some heavy deprogramming prior to releasing her back into genpop, no telling what kind of ideas she’ll spread having been out in the shit.
I could think of a few blog sites where you cannot find 10 righteous persons and most of them are assfuckers.
And not the obvious ones like the Daily Dish.
after all, the persian really tied the room together.
Jeff, you couldn’t trust me in your house. I’d go straight for the liquor cabinet. And I wouldn’t drink the cheap stuff to be polite.
Then I’d check the couch cushions for the good pills. You’ve let us in on all of your secrets.
I’d go straight for the liquor cabinet.
Those are the ones I do trust.
Glad to hear about your chicken coming back Carin.
And I agree, don’t insult someone by drinking the cheap stuff, show you care!
Friends who are also trained in the special forces have termed my home a ‘safe house’. That’s a good thing I think.
Sadly, the truth hasn’t set me free.
The TRVTH will set you free, but it will make you miserable first. — Teddy Roosevelt or one of them gize
Because nobody gives a fuck about truth anymore.
PERHAPS IT’S TIME WE RESTORED A LITTLE HONOR IN THE NATION AND I’M NOT REFERRING TO ANY RECENT EVENTS AT ALL.
I knew all that talk about Thomas Hobbes the other day would come to no good.
Guys, I got in touch with my inner misanthrope about the time I got to High School… and he’s been absolutely trustworthy.
truer words were never spoken. we’re street grease, honey, each and everyone of us so don’t kid yourself. everyone is violent and the only question is – can my violence overcome your violence. within each of us lurks the heart of a thief, rapist, murderer. if you were all that was standing between me and my next meal what would you do? the only way to salvation is thru christ.
Jeff, I am sorry you had to deal with whoever you had to deal with.
Misanthropy is a worthy ideal to strive for. He who expects nothing won’t be deceived.
Is this a new revelation for you, Jeff? If so, perhaps I’ve overestimated your perspicacity…
Jeff, if I told you once, I’ve told you a million times. Do not invite over for dinner music faculty from Tennessee. Just sayin’…
truth is my favorite
C-47 spraying mosquito kill juice is my favorite
Is that Deet?
But verily I say unto you, love your enemies,
Be good to them that spitefully use you, and abuse you,
That you may lull them into a false sense of security
And whack off their ‘nads with a butcher knife, then leave them out
Where the sun shines on the evil and the good alike
But mostly on the anthill.
(From “The Sermon in the Bar”, the Gospel according to Edward G “Butch” Osander, Jr.)
Regards,
Ric
Humans, for the most part, are untrustworthy, disloyal, lying, self-interested assfuckers. And that includes the ones you’ve had in your house.
Your studious avoidance of calling their children “filthy” does not fool me one bit!
I pulled out one of my ‘shelved’ books, “Dumbth: The Lost Art of Thinking” by Steve Allen (1998) and found this (Rule # 12 of 101 ways to think better)…
Of course, that was written in 1998. There were still raises in salary then, obviously.
I dunno… I have had people literally put themselves between me and other nastier specimens of our species that were trying to kill me. So I can’t get too down on everyone. But I will concede that there sure are plenty of SOBs out there.
That truth right there, properly considered, ought to be very liberating.
“The more one gets to know of men, the more one values dogs.”
Since lately I seem to be an assfuckee instead of an assfucker, I’m inclined to agree with you. Another week like the last two and I’m off to the History Channel.
Serr8d, thanks for reminding me of Steve Allen.
I’m torn between the desire to know more, along with the obligatory descent into the depths of human depravity, and the niggling suspicion that it has something to do with me.
Even though, as far as I can recall, I’ve never been in your house.
But you’re going to share more, or not, regardless.
In all seriousness, I’ve had an experience recently where people that I’d known for a couple of decades (well, ONE of them) just exhibited the most baffling behavior. We’d had them as houseguests while their house was being gutted, and because my wife insisted that her daughter (I know this is unreasonable, but still) actually clean up after herself, we are now PNG.
Hopefully this will all blow over someday; I have a short grudge-memory, but that of my wife and her (possibly former) friend are very, very long.
So now, this guy (who is one of my best friends in the whole world) and I pretty much have to hang out away from our respective spouses, and constantly wonder aloud when sanity will be restored.
Shit abounds. I think that’s one of the pithiest expressions of natural law, ever.
Scrub the language a bit, and Jeff’s take is a remarkably accurate summary of a core tenet of Christianity.
And without that there would be no great literature or drama. And no poor literature or drama for that matter.
Joe, Steve Allen led a worthy life, mostly. But what he did to dawg on Elvis was borderline cruelty.
Been there, Jeff, and recently. Couple months ago I was bitching about my asshole BIL (3 years out of work, not looking, living with Mom n’ Dad) who altered checks my wife, his sister, gave him for mowing the lawn. The inlaws now hate me because I filed a police report and turned him over to the bank’s fraud department. The bank kindly made me whole and is now coming after him. It is now, in the fam’s considered opinion, my fault that he can’t get a job because of all the baggage I’ve heaped upon him. So I think I can understand something of what you’re going through (whatever that is).
Let’s put it this way: even the most rule-fetishing cop will lie lie lie if it comes down to him or you. I’m tired of pretending every single one of these guys is a hero who’d run into a burning building to save your cat. Some are just fat dicks who hand out speeding tickets or pull you over for having a dim tail light, then get drunk and use their badges to save themselves from a well-deserved ass kicking.
oh but they’re “first responders” don’tcha know … that’s right hand of God shit
Oh God, yes. 80% of cops give the rest of them a bad name.
The worst part is, how can you sell your fucking house in this economy?
Answer: you can’t. I see an arrest in my near future.
I need to relax. I just bought the final season of Lost. I think I’ll watch that today.
I realize you may have been upset, but to lump all assfuckers together as you did was inexcusable.
By equating upstanding, All-American, heterosexual, man-on-woman assfucking with the type of assfucking that occurs between men and boys in Afghanistan or in the offices of the “Atlantic” is just plain wrong.
Oh, it’s a police thing. I posted something on that a while back; to save you the clicking, I’ll redo some of it…
Oh, no. That will NOT help you relax. Unless you’re just planning pause the DVD on the first Evangeline Lilly shot and leave it for 2 hours.
Seriously, I watched that whole thing to end up going, “What the FUCK! just happened???”
Some are just fat dicks who hand out speeding tickets or pull you over for having a dim tail light, then get drunk and use their badges to save themselves from a well-deserved ass kicking.
On behalf of fat dicks everywhere, I’d like to say …… where can I get a badge?
6. Don’t expose yourself.
I think that’s a rule to live by, outside of the bedroom.
Oh. Never mind.
Wait, I thought the economy was going gangbusters?
None of that applies, Serr8d. This is about the lives-in-your-neighborhood, drinks off-duty, is upset you beat him at dominos-type trooper who issues veiled threats of arrest, talks shit about you to the neighbors, then lies lies lies about it, and uses his badge as a shield against repercussion.
As for witnesses, it turns out that people don’t like to get involved when it means having to report a cop who lives a few houses down from them — and will even lie lie lie about what happened, leaving you hanging if you dare speak up.
That some of these witnesses claim they are “martial artists” leads me to believe that all their talk about honor and such in the martial arts is bullshit — and that they are “martial artists” because they are chubby and not much good at softball, basketball, tennis, or golf.
Avoiding confrontation? Yeah. That they learned. The dishonorable lying unprincipled cowardly fat fat fat fucks.
Some humans when in your home come to resemble other guests, cockroaches and bedbugs. All pests tend to increase in activity and number when the human variety get power.
I hate.
Most cops are not ‘bad guys’, but all are inherently suspicious sorts who tend to socialize amongst themselves. If you’ve a cop neighbor, a pleasant ‘Hi!’ should be the extent of it. Believe me, he’s on permanent ‘Neighborhood Watch’, and like a very large dog, needs to be given a wide berth.
That said…
Nevermind, should have refreshed first.
Can I get a “fuck ya” for Brother, Goldstein. Preach on.
I’m feeling you in regards to the po po. I have to restrain myself of editorial comments when in the car with the wife and family and seeing johhny law breaking, well, a law inhis vehicle. Obviously not all cops are dicks, but like Pablo so astutely said, the 80% are really fucking the other 20% in terms of PR. On the macro level, my take is I hate humanity, but there are quite a few people that I really do love.
Oh. That’s kind of fucked, Jeff.
I think it’s best to just expect the worst possible behavior from people, so as not to be disappointed quite so often.
Still: you’ll get disappointed a lot. Because sometimes people don’t even surpass your lowest expectations, and the people who you are sure know better are the ones who are going to disappoint you the most often.
An optimist when shafted by his best friend says, “et tu, Brute?”. A realist says, “Ah, yes, it figures.”
Well, maybe not so much “expect” as “be braced for”.
Still, people will always surprise you. Sometimes pleasantly.
I really don’t need you defending the idea of cops, serr8d. And I particularly don’t like the suggestion that if I have a beef with a certain dick with a badge, I should call a hippie next time I’m in trouble.
I don’t let anyone bully me. Having a badge just means you’ve got a government job. It doesn’t mean I need to give you a wide berth, or walk on eggshells around you when I paid the same for my house as you did.
And now I’m sick of people in a thread about how I’m sick of people.
I think it best if I just get the fuck out of here.
Oh.
Well, carry on, then. I’ve offered only what’s considered common knowledge amongst the badged and the bads alike.
Laughing is good. Thus, the caption of the week:
Two Harvard graduates attempt to solve a perplexing mobility and transference dilemma
Common knowledge? Keep your head down and don’t make waves, because cops are more equal than you? And if you don’t like it, call a hippie next time you’re in trouble, because you’ll get what you deserve for not bowing down to a fat ticket writer with a tin star?
Fuck that. Not in my world.
And fuck the fat neighbors who go along rather than risk rocking the boat. Because after all, it ain’t them who’s getting the business. And besides, they might not know any hippies.
Better safe, etc.
YOU WILL TAKE IT! OR IT’S HIPPIES FOR YOU, SWEETHEART!
“Be armed” is better advice. When seconds count, even the very best cop is only minutes away.
Here’s a nice CATO video that might help, source for the “10 Points” above.
Not only have I gotten armed; I’ve gotten my vision fixed. I prefer taking care of myself. Handing that responsibility exclusively over to state employees who grow fat on chips and steak subs and potato salad and Heinekin, and who couldn’t run a mile were they strapped to a jet pack, doesn’t seem the best idea.
But hey. Give them a wide berth and keep your heads down. It’s their world. You’re just a squirrel looking for a nut.
OUTLAW!
My answer is to play “fat bottomed girls” on an endless loop from my porch.
Wow. I sold a house at a loss about six years ago because of almost exactly the same situation. Only this cop was on “stress retirement” read “alcoholic wife-beater”. The lying? Epic. Intimidation? Let’s just say I got a friendly visit from Child Services at work. Unofficially, you know, just looking in to things.
I figured I’d move and let the neighbors who never saw anything deal with him until he either beat his wife to death or ate his gun. Last time my wife spoke to our next-door neighbors (“good friends” who “could never understand the tension”), the houses on either side of him were empty, the people who bought my house were in default and the guy’s tough, blue collar, pickup drivin, hoops-shootin’, Pop Warner coachin’, Keystone drinkin’, obese volunteer fireman buddy had had a heart attack during a screaming match with the guy in the middle of the cul-de-sac because he “suspected” the guy was sleeping with his wife. I also suspected it, but mainly because our deck overlooked his hot tub and when the wife worked nights we had to keep our kids inside or else they’d witness some really nasty whale porn.
This is also the reason I post semi-anonymously since he started emailing my blog posts to other people in the neighborhood.
Nice to get that off my chest. And nice to know that I wasn’t alone in the thinking everyone is an asshole dept.
This is starting to look like it maps to the problems in Xenophon’s Heiro.
There’s no way to have an equal close-proximity relationship with a cop, Jeff, whether or not (s)he’s on or off duty. Unless you are also a cop, or are his wife or brother or immediate family. It’s a different worldview for them; trust me on this.
My opinion of cops is largely based on having been one, therefore having been very familiar with them. Military Police, sure but cops nonetheless. Lots of them, by no means all, but lots of them wanted to be cops because they wanted the badge and the gun. Some of those were outright sadists, others more common bullies. While they might be great to have around if your getting mugged, you don’t want to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when they feel like rolling somebody. Because they can, and the blue wall protects to the end.
A prime example was this one clown I worked under, a pudgy Southern Baptist E-4 sort, who loved loved loved playing the badass. One day the call comes out that we’ve got a hostage situation in a hangar, and we happened to be mighty close putting Pudgy in the initial on scene commander role. His response was to start blubbering about how he’s a got a wife and kids that need him, and he can’t just go charging up there.
Needless to say, we soon found out that they’d left a crucial detail out of the call, which was that it was an exercise and not an actual event.
[removed because I suspect, after reading the first sentence, that it contains spoilers, and I just dropped $60 on the Blu-Ray set]
I’m not striving for equal. It’s clear I’m a far better man.
I don’t settle.
Hey okay jeez sorry.
Don’t sweat it.
There’s no way to have an equal close-proximity relationship with a cop, Jeff, whether or not (s)he’s on or off duty.
I used to have sex with one. She was pretty cool.
And I gotta say it, I spent a shitload on that house, lost a shitload too. Then had to buy this house at the top of the market, so I automatically lost a shitload on this one. I did make sure that I didn’t move into the “Police and Firefighter” neighborhood this time. It was a selling point for my last neighborhood. Riiiight.
And I have four sons, so I’m intimately acquainted with almost every policeman in my little town, and I can tell you that there are only three I would trust in court.
I feel for you, Jeff, not least because one of the largest pushes that precipitated me from a relatively comfortable existence to my present state was just such an incident.
However, it isn’t possible for me to have much in the way of strong feelings about it, because I agree with Eric at Classical Values that the POV of many of the folks I consider allies is seriously skewed. Serr8d, above, is an example — he’s a good guy and we’re largely on the same side, but the attitude he expresses in his comment is frustrating to the point of tooth-grinding and high blood pressure.
Not everybody is a goon, but proto-goons are not in short supply, and if you set up a goon squad they will be irresistably attracted to it. What’s more, the existence of the goon squad is equally irresistably attractive to people with an agenda, so they will move Heaven and Earth to get its services. The goons don’t care; the subject they are intended to address is irrelevant; they are looking for opportunities to express their goonish qualities, and since that is their only motivation they are easily able to crowd out those who do care what they are “enforcing”.
The original “hippies” were complaining about the same thing. Of course that complaint was immediately co-opted by leftoids as a means of gaining control of the goon squads, but that doesn’t make the complaint invalid, then or now.
Regards,
Ric
Yeah, I live in “Copland.”
I’ll take the hippies next time.
Sorry about your troubles. Assholes are bad. Those that do not fear any consequences for their actions, whether due to having power or just crafty insanity are the worst. No advice here, just sympathy.
Screw the hippies. I’m moving to homowood. They keep their houses nice, your wife always has someone to talk to, they throw great parties and don’t by cheap booze.
Yeah. But I like to lift weights in my driveway. People might get the wrong idea.
LMC makes a compelling case.
Some people in my neighborhood got concerned when we had a pair of homes purchased by gay couples, and I had a similar response. It was actually more like: so, they’re unlikely to have cars parked in their yard on blocks, or paint their houses an odd color. They’ll likely also do a bangup job redecorating, and sell their houses at a tidy profit. What’s not to like?
Here’s what – CCTV in your yard, and a friendly sign at the entrance warning that the house is surveilled with video AND AUDIO if the law in your state doesn’t find one-party permission for recording sufficient.
PS. Carin, fried chicken is slow chicken.
Time was the trick was to figure out where homowood was going to be before it became homowood. Many a tidy profit was made thereby.
hmmm. Come to think of it, I did start getting those party invites after mowing the lawn in the jockstrap, cape and cowboy hat.
Maybe there’s some kind of code I don’t know about?
I’ve got it. Rollerblades. Gays hate the Rollerblades. When you’re finished lifting Rollerblade around.
SarahW hi how are you? It has been many many moons I am glad to see you.
Sounds like a messed up situation, Jeff. Sucks.
Playing “Fat Bottomed Girls” on a continuous loop sounds like an excellent idea.
I am sorry you are going through that Jeff. There is something very disturbing to be abused by people abusing you from a position of authority. It is the most pussy form of abuse. What is frustrating is you need to be independently wealthy to protect yourself from crap like this. This petty form of bullying are small enough $ wise not to be worth pursuing as a civil case (unless you can afford to drop $50,000 to $100,000 funding it on your own), and the department and government will do nothing if you complain.
But it can be far worse. Radley Balko may be overtly critical of the police in general and too far to the left for my libertarian tastes, but anyone who can piss off a certain prosecutor blogger on a regular basis cannot be too bad. Here are two examples this week from The Agitator. Man falls, wife calls paramedics, cops show up and taze the victim 3 times, despite wife warning he has a heart condition. Man in Seattle whittling in public with a legal 3″ knife (he was apparently a homeless guy who has been selling his carvings in the public market for years) is shot five times and dies for failing to obey police orders (death for failure to respect shooter’s authori-tay).
Too bad you do not have the money to turn your back on Copland and let the wrath of God decend (in the form of SWAT teams of Constitutional and civil liberty lawyers making their lives a living hell). Because I see why you describe them all as assfuckers. And from what you said, it does not sound like you have 10 righteous people in your neighborhood.
Three w/i a three-quarter mile radius of my place…which is otherwise secluded, quiet, w/i a half mile of a very large body of water, and is lit only by nature after sundown. Also has about a 10% residence to 90% open land ratio.
So it’s nice. And these three give me the freekin creeps.
The other day, out on the two-lane state road, speed limit 55, traffic moving at ten over as a matter of course, no shoulder and immediate 6′ water-filled ditches on both sides, a LEO rockets out from behind an oncoming car, barrels directly down the center line at 75 with lights on, and puts me nearly in the water.
Fucking reckless prick — red lights make traffic disappear, don’t you know, him in 4,000 lbs of four-door with a brushbar the size of a Hummer and me in a 3,000 lb sport coupe with a nose 18″ off the pavement.
So, not easy to put it in perspective, but from what I’ve seen in life, I don’t trust em an inch. Something changed about 25 years ago; really changed.
Jeff’s right: As servants they owe society the protect and serve part yet we do what serr8d says in order to coexist with these hired underlings.
25 year ago. Hmmm. I blame it in part on NYPD Blue (granted more like 17 years ago, but whatev). Fucking Steven Boscho and David Chase made being a cop thug cool. Now I like Dennis Franz, but many of these cops are acting like Franz’s character when he was drunk all the time and screwing hookers for free during the day (when he wasn’t tuning up a suspect in lock up). And they have the morals of David Caruso, who has even less morals, in real life and as a character, than Chase’s other creation, Tony Soprano.
Jesus, even Rockford was friends with the cops (although there was tension even back then). What gives?
Then again, some people deserve a good beating sometimes.
Well, Jeff, I think you have two choices. You can take Paul Newman’s route in “Absence of Malice” (I think that was the title), and make him look corrupt to those that have the power to act on him, or you can wait until he is all alone, and give him the beating he deserves – just have an alibi handy.
“Humans, for the most part, are untrustworthy, disloyal, lying, self-interested assfuckers. And that includes the ones you’ve had in your house.
Don’t trust a one of them.”
We’re a bad lot alright.
But when you consider the alternative might have been monkeys……………….well. It could be a whole lot worse.
Rusty, Jungle Book’s chapter Kaa’s Hunting, with that abandoned temple with the monkeys holding Mowgli hostage seems more and more like symbolism for Congress every time I read it.
That’s just shitty Jeff.
I learned cops lie while still in High school. It was over a minor traffic ticket, I thought I could talk my way out of it, and the miserable Cocker Spainial preemptively gave a lying answer to my strategically key question. I was so dumbfounded, the lawyer for the next case had to shoulder me out of the way, jaw still dragging on the ground.
The other relevant part was: at the bank I went to(after school gas station job, $400-500 there tops)immediately after, the teller asked how my day was, so I told her about the lying cop that’s a big lying liar, and she told me that cop is her husband. In a decidedly un-bankteller kind of way.
Small towns, gotta lov’em.
Well, the upshot was, I withdrew all my money with a general proclamation about the other banks in town, learned some powerful lessons, and was highly alert while driving around for awhile. Happily it ended there, and I had no more problem. I wish for the same with you, good luck.
It could be worse. You could live in Cleveland.
Oh, and the part about the lawyer in #138…pure artistic licence.
I liked Sarah W’s comment at #124. Good advice for everyone.
Oh, and RyanLiver* of #54(and #112), “the only way to salvation is thru christ.”, are you a poser?
*Ryan was told by JD that Bacon was too good for him after he left a terse comment about Muslims suck and must be killed, whereupon I re-Christened him(if you’ll pardon the expression).
Nice shootin Lee!
LBascom, I have seen similar things myself. My wife could have written that post of yours about a cop in the next town over. Except instead of pulling our money out of the bank, we just never shop there. Screw them. They are economically depressed and need the business, but there are alternate places to go.
Two incidents, pulled over by the Texas DPS for speeding, cops decided I had stolen the car and threw me onto the trunk and roughly handcuffed me, before deciding that I HADN’T stolen my on car and released me, no apology and a nice fat ticket.
Second (well actually a series of incidents), after I moved down to the Rio Grande Valley area of south Texas, I’m wearing my hair long and driving an older work van (because, you know, I WORKED), and had to pass thru some rather rough neighborhoods, I got stopped by the local PD (all Mexican officers), searched, my van searched, the K-9 unit called on me to sniff my van, and hassled on a regular basis before I decided that the hair, which my GF at the time liked, had to go, and I needed to find an alternate route to the jobsite…