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Here lies stuff I can’t figure out where to put!
Boredom and a Scanner, BAD Combo!
Nov 14th
Editor Note: This is a happy post! My hate has gone missing. If you have seen it please call the Oklahoma Highway Patrol.
Well.. I couldn’t think of anything to write about today so I decided to try to arrange some the crap I have laying around the new house (I say new, I have lived here since June!).
So I am digging through the treasure trove of boxes from Mom’s garage and I found a gold mine! My 5th and 6th grade yearbooks! Reading back over want people wrote was hilarious but the moment was fleeting. One can only read so many “TTL! BFF!” and “Stay Cool this Summer!” or “You are cute and sweet!”
I did find a picture that brought back some memories! My first love! My first Kiss! My first pair of… um… roller skates for couple-skate! I don’t know what happened to her, but if you know, please let me know! You will always hold special place in your heart for your first love! You can tell that I REALLY loved her from the heart drawn around her picture. Back then that meant practically married (I hope I don’t have to pay back alimony)! We “went steady” for about 2 years off and on and her yearbook signing stated “I love you, come hang out this summer and going swimming sometime (anytime!)”. Ahhh.. young love. ::::tear::::
As I dug further through the boxes I found another picture from my youth. I did a stint as a Electronics Liquidator. I would bid on equipment from companies upgrading or going under and then sell off the parts for more money. My buddy Frank and I stumbledupon a once in a lifetime deal where we had already had buyers for the stuff before making a bid on it and we were going to make a $28,900 profit. So what does a 21 year old do with the $14,000? Buys a boat of course! It was a well worth it. Not gonna lie. This is a pic of me (in the Adidas hat), my unbelievably drunk friend, and um.. er.. um.. Damn it. I can’t remember her name. I was drunk a lot that summer. I can describe the tattoo she had in a NSFW spot though so that makes it OK!
No.. this is not the Partridge Family. It is mine! I am that sexy 3 foot beast of manliness on the left. And no, my oldest brother was NOT in Warrant. We look so happy there. It is amazing we are all still alive. My sister next to me and my brother on the far right are actually my step-siblings. I don’t see them that way but they are. My mother married my step dad when I was 3 so they are all I have ever known. Looking at this picture makes me think about something my mother said to my late stepfather once. They made a deal when they got married that they would each discipline their own children. He was very strict and my mom is very laid back. After we had all grown up they were sitting on the back porch talking. She calmly looked at him and said, “You know, You raised your kids strict, and me laid back but you know what?” “What’s that,” he replied. “They are all equally fucked up.” Love you too mom!
Well there you have it. My day of treasure hunting. And the thing is I never did get the crap put up. Oh well, there is always tomorrow.
Policemen Shoot and Kill a Moron Holding Only a Brush
Nov 13th
CNN.com reports that New York City Police shot and killed an 18 year-old boy armed with only a hairbrush. The kid was heard on the 911 call from his mother yell “I’ve got a gun!”
So the cops show up he is coming at them hiding his hands (I told you about this in my other post!) and they put 20 slugs into his ass. I see nothing wrong with this. Tragic? Yes. However this probably saved the good people of New York from having to support him with tax dollars when he went to prison later for being retarded.
Now read down the article and notice the quotes from the witnesses and neighbors. I will copy the meat and potatos for you.
“The boy didn’t have no gun, he had a brush on him,” said Andre Wildman, a neighbor.
Andre gives us a well thought out, grammar-filled account of what went down. Thank you Andre.
Wayne Holder, said police should be required to see a weapon before opening fire on a suspect. “At least see a gun before you start to discharge it,” Holder said. “Police don’t even have to see it, if they think you got one, you’re going to get shot.”
Wayne Holder gives us another key point. My guess is that Wayne doesn’t quite understand how guns work. If you have one pointed at you and you hear a bang, about .3 seconds after you hear it, you are going to feel a sharp pain like that of a truck hitting you going 60 miles/hour.
I don’t fault the cops here at all. Lets recap what we do know.
- Cops get 911 call (people in need and danger call 911).
- Cops hear man in background yelling, “I’ve got a Gun!”
- Cops show up to find man pacing in the house with his mother outside (who called 911).
- Man comes out of a window holding something black.
- Cops tell man to drop said item.
- Man raises hand towards police in a threatening motion.
- Cops shoot man A LOT.
Please tell me that if you were in the same situation you wouldn’t have shot. Anyone that says otherwise is a liar (liberal pansies not included). Cops aren’t in the business of getting shot. Waiting for this guy to shoot first, if he had a gun, could have gotten a police offer, or worse, an innocent bystander hurt or killed. That is unacceptable. He was giving a lawful order to drop that he had and chose to raise his hand. This guy wanted to die. Suicide by police. I am sorry for the pain his family is having to go through with the loss but I will not shed a tear for this jerk.
Do I Have MORON Tattooed on my Forehead?
Nov 12th
I am NOT a moron. Really, I’m not. I don’t know what it is but something about me must scream moron.
Today I was driving home from work. Leroy and I were driving our normal Miss Daisy pace. Being the conservative, liberal-hating, country-livin’ Republican that I am, I was, of course, eating something fried as I flew down the highway going 80+ while cleaning my handgun and singing along with “Sweet Home Alabama.” As I was belting out the last verse I looked in the ol’ rear view mirror and noticed some red and blue lights following me. Damn it! I was busted! The Man was on my tail and I was getting pulled over.
Now the rub. The fine State of Oklahoma allows us law abiding citizens to apply for and receive permits to carry concealed handguns. I, of course, have one of these. It is legal for me to carry my pistol concealed as long as I don’t carry into any of the restricted places (such as Federal/State buildings, schools, etc). Leroy is NOT one of those restricted areas so I am A OK at this point.
As the smokey approaches the car I have my hands at 10 and 2 and the window is rolled down. He gets to the window and asks for my license and insurance. I politely tell him that I will be reaching into my center console for my insurance and into my pocket for my wallet (It is always a good idea to let a police officer know ahead of time before you go diving into your pockets). I retrieve both items as well as my CCW (Carry Concealed Weapon) license. I am required by Oklahoma law to give him my CCW as well as inform him that I am, in fact, armed.
As I hand over my license, insurance, and CCW I say in a calm and steady voice, “Sir, I would like to inform you that I possess a concealed carry permit and that I have my firearm with me.” At least, that is what I think I said. From his next reaction I must have said, “Sir, You are retarded. You remind me of shit. By the way, your mother is a Vietnamese prostitute.”
He took about 3 steps back and placed his hand on his gun. He did not draw but that in itself was uncalled for. He asked me where my weapon was and I replied, “About 4 o’clock under my shirt.” He then asked me to place my hands out the window and step out of the car. I asked what the problem was and he told me to “just do it!” I complied and he opened the door and I stepped out. He asked me to move around to the other side of the car out of the danger of traffic (the only intelligent thing he has said so far aside from I need your license and insurance).
The next chain of events really confused me. I honestly didn’t know how to respond at first. This officer had the nerve to ask for my weapon. Excuse me? You want to take my weapon that I am licensed to carry? Am I under arrest? Have you even told me why you have stopped me (I knew why but that is beside the point)? We can get into the whole “officer safety” debate but I will stop you there and get to my point. The amount of hoops one has to jump through to receive this permit is borderline ridiculous. I have to take an 8 hour class, that cost me $60, on the law and firearm safety. I then get a certificate that I take to my local sheriff’s office. I give the sheriff $25 to fingerprint me. They then take a 10 page application from me as well as $100 money order. After they do an initial background check they sent the results and the fingerprints to the OSBI (Oklahoma State Bureau of Investigation). They in turn send my prints to the FBI for a background check as well as conduct their own. After all this and 90+ days of waiting I am issued my license. 3 background checks and this guy wants my gun?
We haven’t even reached the worst part yet. His next statement almost made me pee a little. Not from fear, but from laughter. Officer Fife asked me to HAND him my loaded firearm. And here is where the title of this post fits in. DO I HAVE MORON TATTOOED ON MY FOREHEAD?
“Sir,” I replied, “With all due respect, you have no reason to disarm me. Second, I am not about to reach under my shirt to retrieve my loaded sidearm standing here on the highway. With my luck, one of your fellow troopers will drive by to offer assistance, see me produce a gun, and proceed to shoot my ass. If you would like my firearm I request that you place me in cuffs and get it yourself because what you suggested ain’t happening.”
The look of confusion and bewilderment on his face was priceless. I would give money for a picture so that I could post it for all of you to see.
Officer Fife finally broke the silence after about 15 seconds. “Ummmm, Ok. You stay right there for me.”
He took my information back to his car where I guess he ran my license and my tag. About 2 minutes later he returns and hands me my stuff. “Thank you sir, You have a nice day and slow down.”
WHAT?!? All that and you don’t even give me a ticket? Hell, where is my warning. I almost felt cheated. It took this moron 15 minutes to get me out of my car and almost shot and he doesn’t even cite me. I didn’t feel very protected or served!