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Inspired by The Curtal Friar‘s comment to the Death/PaleHorse post

When I was twelve or so my family went to Winchester Bay, Oregon – typical small coastal town.  The neighbor kid who we will call “Pees on Electric Fences” or Pefs for short came along with us.  He was a few years younger than me but was an OK kid other than being a bit susceptible to suggestions.

Pefs developed a severe phobia regarding caterpillars after we told him they were poisonous and he did indeed pee on an electric fence at my prompting.  I felt bad after that but got over it in a few seconds.  There was a steady stream of urine, it grazed the wire, and stopped instantaneously and was followed by a huge all-body jerk, a wail/cry/keening, and it ended badly with him running to tell on me.   Kids are cruel… for instance, it was terribly cruel of him to tell on me like that.

Anyhow, I am not much of a fan of crab so I asked if we could bag out of the trip the folks had planned to go out crabbing.  They said it was OK to hang out as long as we stayed in the RV area or the store down the road.  We were right next to the dock in that particular spot.

Note:  I’ve been looking at the Google satellite maps and I’ll be darned if I can remember it well enough to point to where the hell we were at, exactly, but it was real enough.  It was 30 some years ago, so I’m not surprised I don’t remember it all that clearly.

So Pefs and I decided we were going to go down to the little store.

We were walking along the road and thought “Hey, if we cut around behind the restaurant we can save a bit off of a longer hike.”  It was a fair distance as I recall.

Pretty straightforward thinking, that.

But the best laid plans of mice and men oft go agley, so sayeth Burns.  Hell if he wasn’t right.

We walked around back and there was this guy with his back to us in a grey uniform.  Lets call him “Man in Grey” or MIG for short.

I said something to Pefs only to have the MIG (an overly inbred second cousin to Officer Thanatos here in Michigan) whirl around and point a shotgun at me.  I come from a hunting family and was able to recognize from the business end that I was face to face with a shaking representative of the Mossberg family of shotguns, that it was a Mossberg 500 in fact, and that it was a 12-gauge with no choke.  My guess it was the Special Purpose variant but by the time all of this consciously registered I was paying far more attention to the twitchy Man in Grey.  Maximum focus.

MIG: “FREEZE!  PUT YOUR HANDS UP!”

Me:  “What?  What is going on?”

MIG: “SHUT UP!  PUT YOUR HANDS AGAINST THE WALL – NOW!!”

Me:  “Okay, okay, take it easy.”

As I was turning around I heard a hollow thump sound.  I looked over at Pefs and he was already spread-eagled, leaning into the wall, and shaking like a leaf.  I’d love to say for dramatic effect that there was a yellow puddle underneath him but sadly there wasn’t.  He was about *yay* close to it though.

So the MIG frisks us, getting a mite too “personal” at one point – not quite a healthy feel but long enough contact “down there” that I felt like saying something.  Strangely, however, when one has a jittery person behind one’s self and that jittery person is holding a shotgun with a HUGE looking barrel, one’s tongue seems to freeze.  It was probably for the best.

MIG:  “Ok, walk over to that light pole.”

Naturally we complied.  It was that whole jittery/gun thing with the MIG again.

I swear this next part is true…

MIG:  “Put these handcuffs on your wrists and run it behind the pipe.”

Again, you don’t argue with the jittery MIG when he has a gun.

MIG:  “I’ll be right back.  Stay here.”

Like what kind of choice did we have?  WE WERE HANDCUFFED.

Years later the MIG came back.  Pefs hadn’t said a word by that point and looked really green like he was about to throw up.

MIG:  “I had a report of a possible breaking and entering and you guys snuck up behind me.  I’m going to let you go but I’ll be keeping my eye on you.”

We snuck up on him?  Yes, us twelve and ten-year old ninja assassins tend to do that a lot...  He was watching way too much Rockford Files or something.  Maybe Kolchak or something like that.

Me:  “Uh, ok.  Bye.”

We slunk (slunked?  slinked?) back to the RV camp like the furtive hardened criminals we were just as my folks were getting out of their boat with some crab.  Stumbling over each other to relate the story we told them what had happened and they essentially tried to  call bullsh*t on us.

Me:  (animatedly pointing at the MIG) “It’s true!  Look he’s right over there!”

As soon as the MIG saw dad walking towards him he drove off.  I guess his job was done for the day.

See, my experiences with the police have not all been positive.  An episode in Tennessee sixteen years later was even more profound.  That is a story for a later posting.

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It sure feels to me like the police want warrant-less searches when they think they ought be allowed to paw through prescription records.  Looking for painkillers they say.

Sheriffs in North Carolina want access to state computer records identifying anyone with prescriptions for powerful painkillers and other controlled substances.

The state sheriff’s association pushed the idea Tuesday, saying the move would help them make drug arrests and curb a growing problem of prescription drug abuse. But patient advocates say opening up people’s medicine cabinets to law enforcement would deal a devastating blow to privacy rights.  http://www.newsobserver.com/2010/09/08/669723/lists-of-pain-pillpatients-sought.html

Those of you who know me know that my neck is… uhm… uh… kind of screwed up.  Yes, there are days when painkillers are needed and I thank God whenever that is an option, rather than having to just suffer through it.  When you are in enough pain to immobilize you, time does not pass, and every moment is an eternity.  We’re not talking about a headache or a sprained ankle here.  I’m lucky in that a lot of days it is at a tolerable level and I can get by.  No, I’m not “all better” and probably won’t ever be like I was, but I’m better off than I was before these latest procedures.

Yes, there are lots of people who fake it.  Yes, there are lots of sphincters who turn around and sell the stuff for an ugly obscene amount of coin.  But the problem is, there’s an awful lot of nice people who really are in pain.  I’ve been in the pain clinics getting procedures done on my neck and I have seen those people – and your heart bleeds for them.  They aren’t just older folks – young, middle-aged, old, men and women of all walks of life.  I listened for a half hour while the woman in the bed next to me sobbed, asking them to make it stop.  They could not just bump the person in the procedure room and told her they’d get her in there as soon as they possibly could.

My point is that doctors are already scared that police are going to be watching them through the DEA and if you add the process of following people based on their prescriptions they just aren’t as likely to treat people who have real need and should be treated.

This… this part though, makes me call bullsh*t.

Sheriffs made their pitch Tuesday to a legislative health care committee looking for ways to confront prescription drug abuse. Local sheriffs said that more people in their counties die of accidental overdoses than from homicides.

For years, sheriffs have been trying to convince legislators that the state’s prescription records should be open to them.

“We can better go after those who are abusing the system,” said Lee County Sheriff Tracy L. Carter.

If we’re concerned about accidental overdoses (save the people) then why would we in the next breath state that we can better go after those who are abusing the system?  In short order they go from saving victims to presuming guilt, which was the issue for the police all along.

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I loathe prank callers.  That’s why it gives me great pleasure to point you to the article by The Smoking Gun.

Dex of PrankNet gets pwnd.

Here's the little sh*tbag, who still lives with his mommy.

Here's the little sh*tbag, who still lives with his mommy.

What did the little piece of dog excrement do when the Smoking Gun folks effectively had him barricaded in his room?  Ohhhhhh, yeahhhhhh….

Tariq Malik, the 25-year-old founder and leader of Pranknet, decided to call the police.

So what does little weasel-boy do?  Calls the cops.  Great.  Nice.

It was a move that would have chagrined his devoted followers, whose “Dex” is a bombastic, sharp-tongued cop hater.

Hopefully he will get far worse than this:

The increased scrutiny (and TSG’s impending story) have left Malik paranoid. So he has gone on a mole hunt, of sorts, capturing the Internet Protocol (IP) addresses of visitors in a bid to somehow sniff out interlopers (New York City residents are immediately suspect since TSG is headquartered in Manhattan). In a post last week, the flustered Pranknet chief notified chat room visitors that phone pranks were not to result in damage, broken glass, etc. So it had come to this: Malik was being forced to deny his own heritage.

He sported a sociopathic outlook according to the article:

Malik was more cocky and carefree when he agreed to a recent TSG interview (back when he was still known to a reporter as only “Dex”). Calling via his beloved Skype, Malik, of course, expressed no remorse for his stunts. Prank targets, he declared, were “responsible for their own actions.” The victims he and his cronies abused and degraded daily were simply “sheep” with “no brains of their own.”

He preyed on the willingness to believe that most people are good people and he also preyed on the fear of others.

A story about [his loss of his home in a] September 2008 blaze appeared in The Windsor Star, which reported that Malik, without a shirt or shoes, fled when he saw smoke billowing from the building. “But the online businessman,” the Star noted, “could not simply watch his home burn without doing something.” Malik told a reporter, “I ran back inside and said, ‘I’ve got to save something. So I grabbed my laptop.” Without that heroic action–screw the family photos and heirlooms–Pranknet was saved from a fiery, if temporary, death. “We need to find a place to live,” Malik told the Star. “I feel displaced, disoriented, borderline lost.”

Even MORE pathetic than preying on good people for your own sick gratification…?  Read on.

Offline friends–if they even exist–are minimal. He is part of that young male subspecies that does not have a job or a girlfriend, passed on college, and spends hours a day playing so-called first-person shooter games like “Counter-Strike,” “Halo,” and “Crossfire.” Malik addresses everyone–including the Pranknet audience itself–as “Dude.” He steals his Wi-Fi. And he’d certainly be living in his mother’s basement if she had one.

Let’s see how he does in prison.

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Speaking of weenies…  Politics Daily had this:

Conservative bloggers and opinion leaders Tuesday expressed outrage over the White House’s call for informants to notify it of “disinformation” regarding the health care debate.

From the White House Web site:

“There is a lot of disinformation about health insurance reform out there, spanning from control of personal finances to end-of-life care. These rumors often travel just below the surface via chain e-mails or through casual conversation. Since we can’t keep track of all of them here at the White House, we’re asking for your help. If you get an e-mail or see something on the web about health insurance reform that seems fishy, send it to flag@whitehouse.gov.”

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Wonder how long until even the libs get weenie-itis?

So much for a most transparent administration.  That didn’t last long, did it?  About 5 minutes, I’d guess.

The Obama administration is refusing to release government records on its “cash-for-clunkers” rebate program that would substantiate—or undercut—White House claims of the program’s success, even as the president presses the Senate for a quick vote for $2 billion to boost car sales.

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Really, I’m not sure they covered this training in criminal justice. I think.

I have family members I can ask though.

Washington woman has fit over unhappy sex life

Posted by Noelle Crombie, The Oregonian
Noelle Crombie, The Oregonian –> May 03, 2008 06:01AM

The Kitsap Sun’s most emailed story this morning? Unsatisfying sex life leads to Silverdale woman’s meltdown. Turns out the woman’s husband decided the couple was going to adopt a more Christian lifestyle, the paper reports.

When deputies arrived, the woman denied any assault had taken place, and repeatedly, without sparing a vulgar euphemism, told the deputies about how unsatisfied she was with her sex life — some of the time carrying around a half-gallon of whiskey while doing so.

During an argument with one of the deputies, the woman picked up the family’s 20-pound dog and threw it at the deputy, who caught it, the report said.

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I’d either shoot the dog, or get in and go for a good LONG ride. Three or four days would do it.

Pit Bull Gets Stuck In Engine Of Truck

Man Had Just Paid $1,000 To Fix Truck

http://www.kcra.com/news/16180027/detail.html

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I have had some really interesting web searches lately that generated hits to this blog. Some hits involved: starvation, suicide, lemur enemies, grazer safety bullets, obama, and the Squirrelman.

I will attempt to answer most of them in one posting. In the context of Lemurs.

About Lemurs

Lemurs have some natural enemies, such as fossa, hawks, owls, snakes, and humans. Most Lemurs are far too busy to feel suicidal urges and would just as soon practice target shooting using Grazer Safety Bullets (they are ecologically conscious, living in a rainforest environment). Lemurs do not spend time thinking about how long it would take a person to starve to death, instead focusing their energy to get enough food in the hopes of never finding out what it is like firsthand. Lemurs live in a matriarchal society (female dominated) and most likely the males are saddled with a cruel wife (soul brothers says me). Lemurs do not care about who votes for Obama and who votes for Clinton, or even McCain due to their feelings of terrible disenfrachisement living on a remote-ish island. Lemurs follow “Squirrelman” with fascination as there are none to be found in Madagascar.

Lemurs really should get more attention. They are ancient, don’t you know?

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Hell, they are BOTH Evil. Who cares?

(courtesy PhotoBucket http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k117/psu2219/2bw8r9.gif)

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