Posts Tagged ‘police’

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“I’d rather be called a smartass than a dumbass.”~Author Unknown

Just when I thought I was finished with WordPress for the day, this gets brought to my attention.

So I’ll break this down for you, for your full pleasure of rolling your eyes and shaking your head.

Andrew Dale Marcum was wanted by police for a number of criminal offenses. And the local police department in Butler County in Ohio had a bit of trouble finding him. So in this new age of electronics and technology, they turned to social media to get the word out that they were looking for him and ultimately turned up the heat in their hunt for him.

Then the dumbassery crept over Mr. Marcum like a deadly cloud of fog.

He taunted police by commenting to the Facebook post that they were looking for him and for what charges they planned to file against him. He stated that nobody knew him. But that would turn out to be untrue.

The sheriff on the other hand, had an idea of his own and took a photograph of an empty jail cell and told Mr. Marcum through Twitter that they at the county jail, were awaiting his arrival and were ready for him.

Mr. Marcum’s time on the lam was coming to an end. They apprehended him and sent him to jail. All because he could not and did not keep his mouth shut and decided to be funny to taunt the police in their efforts to nab him.

After he was arrested, they booked him and took his mugshot. He’s seen in the photographs taken by police to be crying, like a girl.

He should have kept his mouth shut if he did not wish to be arrested by police.

Dumbass.

http://controversialtimes.com/news/fugitive-comments-on-his-own-wanted-poster-on-facebook-cries-when-hes-arrested/

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“I have no words.” ~ Dambreaker

After almost one full year since the bombing at the Boston Marathon, the brilliance of one idiot has come out in full bloom.

Kayvon Edson be thy name.

He was found near the finish line of this year’s Boston Marathon, shouting and parading around. He had two backpacks and then he simply left them (or at least one) behind.

One of the bags was being carried by a barefoot man who was wearing a long black veil and screaming “Boston Strong.”

What kind of idiot is this?

Turns out he’s a 25 year old “performance artist” from the Massachusetts College Of Art and Design.

Is it just me (and it probably is) or what the hell is it with 25 year old people going on right now???

The hoax literally scared some people to death and the police took action on taking care of the backpack. Only for it to have a rice cooker inside full of confetti.

Again, I say… idiot.  idiot

This is NOT art. This is NOT a funny “ha ha” joke. This is NOT amusing. People died last year and many, many others were severely injured. And you wanna stroll around Boston calling this art?

This isn’t art. It’s illegal. What it truly is, is a FELONY!!

And now that Edson is now in the custody of Boston Police, I hope they let him have it while they can.

This isn’t funny at all. A ceremony had just finished taking place to remember those lost and/or hurt from last year’s tragedy. And this buzzed-out boner of a brain comes prancing around without shoes and pulls this prank.

The 2014 Boston Marathon will take place on the 21st of April with thousands of people participating in hopes to march (or run) forward leaving this adversity to Boston behind them. And strive for a new and brighter future.

And I will add, although it goes without saying, they will do this WITHOUT having to deal with people like Edson. Good riddance and please throw the book at him!!!!

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“It is on, like Donkey Kong.”

The lyrics say, “I fought the law and the law won.” But in this case I’m afraid that the law is about to have its ass handed back to them on a silver and gold toned platter.

What we have here is a serious mismatch of a former Vietnam veteran against a former law enforcement officer. The Master Sgt. versus the police sergeant.

The two of them for whatever reasons have been trading jabs at one another. Silently and of course behind one another’s backs.

It appears that I am the only one that remains neutral in this escapade.

Until now.

Because when one of them parades around as if they are entitled to everything and anything under the sun… there will come along someone who will pull that sun out from under them.

And sadly it is coming and coming soon!!!

Nobody is paying attention to the warning signs. Nobody is doing anything to bring peace. And the rest of them are just adding their own fuels to this fire because for once its not their personal fight but someone else.

Of course that is so wrong.

Geez. Its about to get really NASTY here at the SGC.

Entitlement is about to be brought down by swift and heavy actions. The sad thing for Miss Entitlement is that she’s burned so many bridges around here that she cannot find shelter from any storm. And then expects everyone to still get out of the way and let her HAVE her way???

The hammer is down and “ENOUGH IS ENOUGH” has been called.

The only way that the law will win this battle is if someone calls the actual on duty service people. Not the former ex-cop.

Grab your popcorn. Grab your drinks. And fire up the La-Z-Boy. Here we go!!!!!

8D15CBCC“When your dad’s a cop, calling 911 is really just like calling Dad at work.“~Ryan Reynolds

I’m real close to considering a separate and totally new blog about the stupidity of humanity as it comes to my knowledge and separating everything by state.

I have a feeling that Florida would probably be a full blog with plenty of posts. This would be one of them.

Honestly, how many times have I written in this blog about something stupid happening in Florida?

http://www.policeone.com/bizarre/articles/6905602-Fla-woman-asks-for-sex-from-cop-dials-911-after-denial/

Thankfully to find out that this woman was very much so intoxicated. I would personally much prefer that they threw every law book in existence at her for wasting safety resources and the time of law enforcement.

But in any case… since a huge majority of my readership/followers are female– after reading the article, enjoy the eye candy.

You’re welcome, ladies!!!!!!!!!!

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“Why would anyone steal a shopping cart? It’s like stealing a two-year-old.”~ Erna Bombeck

We have a new Family Dollar store in the neighborhood. Most were happy. Others excited to be able to obtain what they need at seriously low prices.

That is until this morning.

I totally agree with Erna Bombeck, after what I and about a dozen other neighbors witnessed.

This tall gentleman walked through the front door and proceeded out the back door of the main office building where many residents were sitting peacefully in the community room, having coffee and chit-chat.

Within moments, the man roared into the apartment manager’s office. Then he was seen walking side by side with the apartment manager for a brief moment out the back door again before they returned to the front of the building.

Several minutes later, no less than FOUR vehicles from the local police department had descended upon the property.

Nobody had a clue what was going on. Even one resident saw that many police cruisers and that many men in law uniforms that it made him very nervous. Most of the others were just curious as hell.

Personally I had thought that they were getting ready to forcibly evict someone from the premises. I know that has happened here in the past, but I never actually was an eye witness to it.

Soon, the large presence of police was diminishing. But they were still in force as one of the biggest, baddest looking cops was going wherever the apartment manager went.

Here’s what happened: carts

This gentleman or whoever he was… came on to OUR property (which is private) and accused the residence of stealing shopping carts from the Family Dollar store that just moved in two months ago. Located across the street at the end of the block in the corner shopping plaza.

The fact of the matter is that SGC has had a huge collection of dozens of shopping carts for the usage of its residents. Many use it to keep their balance, others use it as a helpful device to carry things back and forth on the property.

This collection of shopping carts have been here on the property since anyone can remember. Far longer of a time since before even I moved in in 2005.

And this guy comes from across the street, representing this Family Dollar and accuses the apartment manager of harboring residents who are stealing shopping carts.

Telling this guy that they had been there for years just didn’t fly with this guy. But the apartment manager wasn’t just going to let him walk off with them. So then he threatened to call the police. And that was the explanation of their presence here earlier today.

The apartment manager was asked then to call his boss to see if they could produce some kind of documentation stating that SGC has had these carts for a while, but nothing was kept on file. And so the police told the apartment manager to surrender the shopping carts.

This jerk walked away with three shopping carts that actually had “Family Dollar” printed on them. And that was the only case this guy had.

The joke is on him though. There’s more “Family Dollar” shopping carts on the property that neighbors have kept near their front doors for whatever reasons. But still, this was totally ridiculous!! Getting the police involved in something so stupid, wasting their time and efforts and the money spent of the tax payer.

It is so stupid that its for real. I could not make this stuff up!!

Question is: Do I boycott this particular store or not???

 

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“Therapy is expensive, poppin’ bubble wrap is cheap! You choose.”~ Unknown

Here I am, avoiding the Academy Awards as if it is contagious with the plague or something, and a riff from the band Disturbed comes out of nowhere into my head. It translated from my brain through my arms and into my thumbs where I let it loose with tapping on the desk with my thumbs.

Suddenly the telephone rings. And someone’s asking me to keep the noise down.

Um, really?? WHAT?!?

I was using thumbs. Not actual drum sticks or anything major. My very own thumbs.

Then the suggestion comes that I should sit here and play with bubble wrap to really annoy the neighbors.

You can read about another noise complaint from the neighbors by searching my blog post “Paper Bag Activity.”

Enter August of 2009.

That summer I had a lot of deliveries come to me wrapped in bubble wrap or tucked inside bubble mailers. Whether it was medical or from eBay. I had a nice collection of various types and lengths of bubble wrap lying around everywhere.

And then the genius struck from within.

I lined it all up like my very own Slip-N-Slide and just started to roll over everything in the wheelchair. Backwards and forwards. Over and over until there was nothing more to pop.

Then I grabbed each individual piece and pinched and twisted what remained left to pop.

Good wholesome CHEAP entertainment for a solid 13 minutes!!!

An hour after everything was turned into rubbish, I had a knock on the door.

It was the police.  images

They stated that the neighbors had reported hearing shots from a M1921 Thompson submachine gun. With their own sidearms drawn but placed behind their backs, they asked for permission to enter and look. But they found NOTHING!

Let me ask you people: Where in the hell am I gonna get a Tommy gun?? IT WAS BUBBLE WRAP!!!!!!!!!!!

For as many “pops” as they evidently had heard coming from my apartment and for it go 13 minutes, there honestly should have been nothing left of anything inside IF I was firing a Chicago Typewriter.

Al Capone would have been proud.

I realize that sounds have higher amplification because there are no carpets in my home. Nor do I have a lot of objects that could absorb a lot sound that goes on, but seriously… I just don’t know where these neighbors are coming from.

Granted that they are different people now than they were in 2009. But their damned Vulcan hearing and their wild fantasies and flashbacks to years long gone. Such imaginations!!!

But then on the other hand, I suppose it would work in my favor if something actually were to happen, God forbid.

“Charlie Brown is the one person I identify with. C.B. is such a loser. He wasn’t even the star of his own Halloween special. “~ Chris Rock

As Halloween 2012 comes to an end and I am sitting here in the dark and sharing text messages with a sexy Vulcan, I thought that I would pause from that and share the story that I was explaining to the rest of you.

It has been wonderful not having to deal with random strangers knocking on my door and begging for candy and treats. I’ve not had to deal with that for many years. Either I have lived on very private property where the practice of Trick-or-Treating was frowned upon or lived inside a gated community. It has worked to my advantage.

The point of this post is to tell the story of the last time that I did have someone knock on my door on Halloween.

They were not small children, they weren’t even teenagers. They were full grown adults dressed up in homemade costumes. And they were going door to door looking for beer.

The smell of the beer that they had already consumed was heavy. Some of them couldn’t even stand up on their own… they were that drunk!

I sent them away. And told them not to come back. BIG MISTAKE.

They did. But because they were so intoxicated, they made so much noise that I knew they were coming up the street. And so, I prepared for their return.

Let me set up the scene here. Halloween night in Kansas. Snow is already on the ground. It was around 12:30 AM. The air temperature was 25-30°F. And a thunderstorm was in the area. Actually it was approaching. But it was raining with a little bit of lightning and thunder.

I ran outside and waited in the dark, trying not to wake up the neighbors. The drunks had gone to the local grocery store which was on the other side of the fence from the property that I lived in, and bought a bunch of eggs to take their revenge.

Yep, they were there to throw eggs at my home. Two of them got a few off, but it did very little damage as the shattered eggs landed on bricks. Nothing that I personally had to worry about.

But what they did not realize was that as it began to rain softly in the brisk and cold night air, I was in the dark with a garden hose. And I hit them all with the water coming from the faucet that was on the side of the building through a garden hose that was laying across my patio area. It had been there already and so they didn’t realize it.

I soaked their drunk asses to the point of pure moistness.

They all ran off into the night, cursing me and threatening that they will come back to finish the job. But I was ready.

It was about 3:00 AM and half of the determined group had in fact, returned. I had put away the garden hose but had made some arrangements for company. The local police department.

Sure enough, the eggs began to hit my home, and I called the direct cell phone to the officer nearest me. Within a few minutes, the police officer came up on them in the dark and rain and night and got up right behind them before turning on his swirling lights and the siren.  Some of them were arrested for trespassing. Others were charged with damage to private property or intent to cause damage. The others who ran got away with it but I never heard from them ever again.

So yes, that was the very last time I had ANYONE knocking on my door on Halloween. I hope all of you who celebrated with Trick-or-Treating and attended parties were all safe tonight. And I also hope that you had a lot of fun.

Until the next time.