Believe It...Or ELSE
Yes, friends, time once again for some of the weirdest crap to come down the pike, courtesy of the Heartland Of America.
It could be local, it could be national, or it could even be (dare we say it?) FOREIGN in nature.
So buckle up, and please keep the beverages AWAY from the keyboard area. (this could get ugly...and damp)
But first, I want to thank YOU, the readers for providing this blog with OVER 10,000 VISITS, with over 22,000 PAGE VIEWS. Someone out there likes to hear the truth....and that's always good to hear (and see).
Again, thanks for sharing your comments and opinions here.
Now..."the rest of the story"...
** So yesterday, we got patio chairs...and you know about that.
What you DON'T know is what the disposition of the OLD (and broken) chairs happened to be.
Now this is really "out there", so bear with me.
Trust me, you'll get a kick out of this one.
After placing our nice NEW chairs at the table on the patio, I took the OLD chairs (the plastic straps for the seating were shot, and several chairs had broken tubing in the support frames) out to the trash, because THURSDAY (why, that's TODAY) is our trash pickup day.
All well and good, so far.
But wait, there's more...
(BTW, these are our OLD chairs in the snow earlier this year)
I KNOW the people around here...a little too well most times, and I know their "patterns of behavior", so when I placed the old chairs by the trash bin, I said to the missus: "Wanna make a bet on HOW LONG it will be before someone comes along and scarfs them up for booze or drug money?" ( we have recycling centers here that pay out) I figured about an HOUR would suffice, but then again, it WAS a "white" person tossing something out, and the locals around here MUCH prefer to break INTO your house to get things, rather than have you place them out at the alley...it's the nature of the beast.
Well, wouldn't you know it...not more than THIRTY MINUTES went by, and a white pickup driven by a "meth-skinny" woman (I think it was a woman...hard to tell) picks up the chairs, and tosses them into the bed and continues down the alley.
End of story, right?
Not so fast, pardner...whoa up a bit.
We're not "quite" done yet. It gets better.
About a few hours later, I'm taking one of my looks out the window, and what do I see at the house across the street and down the block from us? (guess you know where this might be going)
That's right...on the FRONT LAWN of the house were TWO of our OLD chairs.
Imagine that...and that white pickup was never seen going to that house,. Wonder how those chairs GOT there, anyway, hmm?
Well, I figure that it classed up that house more than when it was EMPTY, given the nature of the creatures renting there currently (read pot-smoking, welfare suckers with loud-ass friends stopping by to all hours). It beats those cheap-ass RESIN chairs you can snag at Family Dollar for $2 a chair.
The missus and I got a laugh out of that.
And yet, the story doesn't end HERE, either...
Seems sometime around 0230 hours, I had to hit the head, so I look out the window, and lo, and behold, ONE of those 2 chairs is on top of THEIR trash bin. Now don't that beat all?
Guess they FOUND OUT how "broke" that chair really was...LOL!
Anywho, by this morning, THAT chair was gone (again), and Lord knows whose lawn it will wind up in front of.
Hopefully, it will it's way to the recycle place, and someone will get a 24 oz Budweiser out of the deal...
Somehow, there is consensus there...finally.
Yet, I can't shake the feeling that I will once again see ONE of those chairs elsewhere...like that bad penny that keeps coming back.
One man's trash is TRULY another man's treasure down here...in the badlands.
And if that wasn't enough for you...
** Man shot by police near Capitol Hill:
Now one of the FIRST things I would do after committing a robbery at Union Station in Washington D.C., would be to lead police on a chase THROUGH the heart of our nation's CAPITOL...INSTEAD of trying to get the hell out of "Dodge". But given the way that city's street pattern is laid out (I've been there enough times), it's amazing ANYONE can find their way ANYWHERE...that's why they had CABS.
One fellow tried just that yesterday, and got his "just rewards".
(don'cha just LOVE happy endings?)
here's the link to the story:
http://www.newsdaily.com/stories/tre56e7km-us-usa-shooting/
Now, you have to think about this...
Here is a perp (who happened to be black) driving about WASHINGTON D.C. in a bloody NEW MERCEDES (300 class - the small model, but still, nice and expensive), with nothing BETTER to do than commit a robbery and then flee in the direction of the Capitol. Cripes, all he needed was DIPLOMATIC plates, and he WOULD have gotten away, scott-free...!
But NO...he has to REFUSE to stop, STRIKE a police officer with his NEW MERCEDES, BRANDISH a handgun,and then... REFUSE to drop it (when commanded). So it's no surprise to me that this thug is now only good for fertilizer in some cemetery. At least THERE he'll be doing more good than he did while ALIVE (or sitting his criminal ass in some jail at OUR expense), right?
Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say.
Like Ted Nugent would say:
"The only GOOD (repeat) offender is a DEAD (repeat) offender."
And I'd wager this perp had a record...bet the farm on it (if I had a farm).
We don't need more HANDGUN laws, people...we need stronger penalties against the PEOPLE who commit crime WITH guns.
Doesn't get any easier than that.
Tomorrow is Friday...finally.
Maybe we can start the weekend on surer footing...we can but hope.
Stay safe out there, America.