Tue Jul, 13 2010
When Crybabies Attack
It was about a month ago that a friend of mine and I were the subjects of a two-county chase by the New York State Police. We were at another friend's house when Mike's cell phone rang, and the voice asked him, "What did you do now? The cops are looking for you all over the place." He'd heard Mike's name on the police radio scanner: we were traveling in his pickup truck.
Instantly, I got on my phone and called the Cortland County Sheriff's Department. They knew nothing at all about any of it. I called Tompkins County: they knew nothing about it, but the nice lady at Dispatch offered to ask the New York State Police for me, which she did. She was able to confirm that a State Trooper was, indeed, at that moment running up and down Daisy Hollow Road trying to find Mike, who lives about a mile from me. I let her know that I was the one that he was looking for, in the wake of an episode at a big-box retailer over on Triphammer Road. She was able to arrange a meeting between me and the trooper, which eventually took place at the Rt. 13 barracks in spite of his strictly ignorant and presumptive attitude. I walked right into that man's office and set him straight.
You see, what he didn't know was that he and the New York State Police had been cracked like a puppy dog's tail across two counties by a retail schlub in a snit who lied about me because I had pointed out how stupid he was. He dialed up that cop and said that I had invaded his office, "pounded on his desk" and actually laid hands on him. It was all laughable bullshit, except for one thing: that stupid cop bought it, until he had to confront me and realize exactly who was being accused. Once he had a face-full of me, he completely understood that it was all a lie, and that he should never, ever have said some of the things that he did to me on my cell phone when we first made contact. He was dead wrong, and he only got that way because he took seriously some punk-ass hairball of an assistant manager at that mall.
By the time I left that barracks with that cop graciously holding the door open for me, I had full authority to clap him on the shoulder like the kid he was, and tell him, "You be careful out there."
The fool at the mall completely reversed himself, and did exactly what I was arguing that he should do before he took a giant shit in his diaper and called the cops. He had not appreciated my tone, you see, when I pointed out the stark stupidity of his position. When he finally realized what he'd done, some glimmer of sanity appeared in his mind, and he was finally able to do his job.
I have seen the hysteria, ladies and gentlemen. All over this country, countless times, I have seen the complete lapse of reason among walking & talking vegetables who almost look like real humans except for that vacuum in their eyes which signals their raw touchy-feely nerves poking out in the wind. They fright like children in a kindergarten room at the least sign of dispute, and they do not have minds to lose anymore. All they have are sensations which never reach their cognitive centers except on the most basic levels of something like "hunger/microwave" or "boredom/channel-remote".
Whatever they are, they certainly are not Americans.
I am convinced that they killed Erik Scott, and they used the Las Vegas Metro Police Department to do it.
That's all for now.