This is why you don’t talk to cops, and my advice is that you don’t even open the door.
Also, you DO have cameras in your vehicles and on the perimeter of your house, right?
My wife’s new Lexus? Yeah, I just got done putting her dash camera in. It’s worth it. Cops lie, because in many cases, their jobs require them to make arrests. If they aren’t good at their jobs, they become good at faking their jobs.
I am not familiar with Colorado law, but this cop just writes a summons on the spot for her trial. No discovery, no opportunity for a lawyer, no due process? That seems rather sketchy.
I would note that all three of the congressmen who sponsored this bill are former special forces. It’s typical self serving crap that politicians vote to give themselves more rights than the rest of us. The same thing happened with LEOSA. The entire premise behind that travesty of a law was cops might run into some criminal they arrested and need to defend themselves, as if some cop from Bumfukt, Iowa has a higher chance of running into a criminal while spending the day at Disneyland in California than I would is simply ridiculous, and there is no evidence that it actually happens.
The same for special forces soldiers. They don’t need such a permit while carrying out their duties, because they are on duty. For former soldiers, there is no need for them to have more rights than the rest of us. Don’t give me the line that this will be used as a stepping stone for more bills later- as soon as cops got their special LEOSA rights, they promptly turned around and lobbied against our right to carry. I’m not falling for that one again.
If these Republicans want to expand carry rights: do it for everyone, not just yourselves and your friends.
Been sick since Friday. I was getting better, then last night it got worse with a vengeance, running a fever and all. Didn’t sleep well. So this is my post for the day.
A man comes home and tells his wife that the unfortunately lost his job. She asks why, and he tells her that it’s too embarrassing. She tells him that, no matter what, they can deal with it together. So he tells her- “they caught me with my dick in the pickle slicer.”
She replies, “OK, you’re right, that is a bit embarrassing, but I am your wife and we will get through this together. However, I just have to ask, what did they do with the pickle slicer?”
This is why I am opposed to the death penalty. A prosecutor caught fabricating evidence using AI:
The assistant district attorney who filed completely fabricated AI material in a murder case and then lied about it has been suspended by the Georgia Supreme Court for six months. That seems lenient given the dishonesty involved, and the fact that it went undetected for so long. pic.twitter.com/By2zJQ4F5d
In case you were wondering why today’s youth complain about the high cost of living…
This high school kid went all out for prom with two supercars and a private jet on standby. The over-the-top setup has the internet going wild with reactions ranging from impressed to calling it pure flex. Is dropping serious money on rented luxury for one night actually worth… pic.twitter.com/THBcLayeKY
It’s one of the occupational hazards of being a nurse. I seem to have caught one of the respiratory infections that’s been going around. I had a dry cough on Thursday and Friday. It developed from there to body aches and extreme fatigue. I couldn’t get out of bed for the entire weekend. I just slept for two days.
Still feel a bit tired, but at least I feel like I am on the backside of this. Posting resumes with the post about property taxes in Tampa.
We keep being told how eliminating property taxes will mean roads, the fire department, and schools will be unfunded. They tell you so because everyone wants those services, but here is a great example of where property taxes go.
That’s right- Hillsboro county is going to use a billion dollars of taxpayer funds to build a new stadium for the Tamp Bay Rays. That works out to nearly $2,000 per household. They powers that be claim no one will notice, because the billion will come from county reserves. See, you won’t notice how we stole a bunch of money from you so we could pay a bunch of grown men a hundred million apiece to play a child’s game.
Incidentally, the team is worth $1.7 billion, but the taxpayers are expected to build half of the $2.8 billion stadium they will play in. How about instead, we let the taxpayers keep their money, and the team can charge what the traffic will bear for tickets instead of forcing taxpayers to fund your business?
EDITED TO ADD:
If the new field lasts as long as the old one, the stadium will cost $80 million for each year it’s used, or about $1 million per game. There are 25,000 seats in the stadium, meaning the team would have to add $40 to the price of each and every ticket to pay for the stadium themselves. That seems reasonable to me, and if people won’t pay it, then does Tampa really need baseball?
I don’t talk about it a lot. I’ve mentioned it now and again, the fact that I have twice been homeless. Let me explain to you what it’s like.
The Lead Up
I was newly divorced. I divorced my wife because I was working two jobs- for the Fire Department, and as the maintenance director for a steel mill, and she wouldn’t work. Originally, she wasn’t working because the kids were too young and it cost more for daycare than she would make. I was working two jobs to make it happen, then I would come home from work and my wife would tell me it was time for me to mow the lawn. Dinner wouldn’t even be on the table. The house wasn’t clean. She hadn’t done shit all day but watch TV. I got pissed one morning, put the TV on parental lock, and left her a note saying that once the house was clean, she could call me and I would give her the PIN to unlock the TV. That caused a HUGE fight.
Then there came the day that both kids had started school. I told my wife that she could get a part time job during the day. She refused, and said the whole reason she got married was so she wouldn’t have to work. I started feeling like a walking ATM, and told her so. More fights.
Then our female friends started telling the both of us that I was working too hard. After a year of this, during one of my shifts, a woman who worked at the fire department offered me her couch. I never went home again. Two months later, I filed for divorce and got an apartment. My wife accused me of leaving her for the other woman, but didn’t even consider the reasons why I left, even though I told her so.
Losing a Job
While the divorce was pending, the steel mill went into bankruptcy. I was laid off, along with 80% of the rest of the manufacturing division. That hurt, because that job was paying me almost $30k a year, more than I made at the fire department. I did get quite a bit of money out of them later, but that is a story for a later day. Either way, half of my income was now gone.
I was making $1000 every two weeks at the Fire Department. I lost $280 in taxes, leaving me $720 every two weeks. Following the state law formula, the court ordered that I pay $348 to my ex wife, nominally for child support, leaving me with $720 per month to live on. The support was taken from my check before I even saw it, so I wouldn’t be a ‘deadbeat dad.’ The rent on my apartment was $600, then there was electric.
Life Being Homeless
Within two months, I was homeless: I slept on friends’ couches for a couple of weeks. I had been forced to break my lease- I just didn’t have the money. Their wives/girlfriends didn’t like it, they were kinda funny and all, and now my friends were funny, too. (Those of you who get that reference are old, just saying)
So I started living in my car. I got a second job, picking up garbage after the Shamu show at Sea World. That paid less than $7 an hour. I bought a car at a “buy here, pay here.” I wasn’t eating much, I couldn’t afford it. I showered at work. As a perk of the job, the city allowed us to use the gym at the civic center for $20 per month. I joined so I could take showers at the gym. I worked out a lot because the gym was air conditioned.
My meals were wieners and mac n’ cheese. Sometimes I had 7-11 chili dogs, They were cheap. Once a week I treated myself to a drive thru burger. I lost almost 30 pounds that summer, but I was in great shape. I was running the combat challenge in just over three and a half minutes. Not world record time, but respectable. (The standard is 7 minutes or less. At the time, the men’s world record was 1:20, and the women’s was just under 4 minutes, IIRC) Here is what it looks like:
I lived in that car for about three months. I finally found a couple of roommates. There were three of us living in that 3 bedroom apartment: Two men and a woman. I worked two jobs: Fire department and janitor at Sea World. I also went to college at night, so I could make more money.
The point of this story is that I didn’t give up. I didn’t complain about how things were unaffordable. I didn’t stand on the corner and beg for money, nor did I accept charity. I didn’t scream for the government to give me handouts or any of that nonsense.
Today’s bitching and complaining is some weak assed bull crap.