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Sounds good, Steve, and all basically true. Procedures and the masses being what they are, it can be literally months between appearances, which are often postponed for months again, while the accused rots in jail, their life on hold, no chance for recovery now. I was hearing on NPR yesterday about a woman in New York, spent three years in Rikers awaiting her trial -- most in solitary, deprived of even water, causing medical problems -- meanwhile adding felony charges for destruction of property, for breaking a jail chair -- then to be found not guilty of the original charge -- but branded with the new charges, born out of frustration with the system. Which attempts at every opportunity to identify and isolate the deviants. That's why incarceration is big business in this country: There's too many of us, and it gets the riff-raff out of the way. Why counsel and train these people, only to release them into an overstaffed world already? There's money to be made, keeping them hidden and forgotten.
Welcome to The Machine, Michelle.
Good chance it was Jerry, Bill. He doesn't move too fast, and lives at Selby. We're gonna be roommates, as soon as they'll take me.
Nice!! Most golfers will never make an honest hole-in-one. I came within about four feet once, on a short 141-yarder or so, but it was off a bluff and over a creek. I won the Dr. Pepper on that hole. (we weren't drinking) Haven't played the game in a couple of decades (wiffle golf doesn't count) -- a matter of opportunity, not choice -- or I surely would have notched one by now. Ain't no John Daly, but I can drive 300.
You don't hear about these every day. Where can it go from here, but down...
Only two questions beg: -- How long was the hole? -- Is that the best picture you've got?
Congratulations at any rate, Jack!!
Our system does seem to favor warehousing the miscreants, as opposed to treatment. There's a whole industry built around it. Scott's right, Michelle just takes the fall. Follow the crowd, look what happens. One less to worry about.
Pension treating you right, Jerry? Nuggets, next week!! Big hit, at RCSO.
Nothing gets by ol' Eagle Eye.
No Bill, some kid pulled out in front of me last summer and trashed that car, breaking my sternum as well, making the insurance settlement that much more lucrative, which I negotiated myself (I HATE insurance adjusters) so I found a cute little '98 Boxster, dark blue, matching factory hardtop, cherry, 65K miles, clutch/rear main seal 20K ago, perfect, until a marmot chewed on my wiring harness; now I get Check Engine lights, but I fixed the basic problems, relocated the marmot, and she purrs again. Prettiest car in town, or so I hear. And she drives better than she looks. The only place the 944 was better was at the rest area. This thing is a BITCH to sleep in.
Why, you need to go somewhere? Let's go!!
I beg to differ with you, Ken. As much as I abhor links, I enclose the following to illustrate how the unemployment rate has DROPPED significantly and continually, under Obama -- this from the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics --
As with the Fruit of the Poisonous Tree, all subsequent arguments are tainted. I'll leave GDP to the Google Gurus.
Now off to work. Have a great day Ken!!
Hilary will prevail under the "Choice of Evils" doctrine.
Welcome back, Sophie!! Here and there. Finally, some cheer returns to these dreary pages.
There's another saying: You can never go home. I don't even know where that is. I envy people who grew up in one place, and still have childhood friends and neighbors. Dad was a contractor with itchy feet, always chasing another opportunity, so we moved a lot. By the time I graduated high school, we had lived in eight different cities, and I had attended six schools. Then I enlisted in the service, hardly more stable. I can't even count the towns and States now.
Yet I always seem to float back here, after my latest misadventure. Is this it? I dunno. My most recent lark took me to southwest Colorado, Dolores, ultimately. Pretty country, and warmer than here... but I didn't KNOW anybody. I make friends easily, but it was like starting over -- AGAIN. The new kid in town. I didn't know all the local tricks, the shortcuts, where the best deals were and when... so it sure felt good to get back here, where you can't swing a dead cat without hitting somebody I've offended.
So welcome home!! Maybe some day we'll figure out where that is.
Make that electricity all by yourself, did you Allen? No, you were well-paid to be a little cog in a big wheel. Did you build the roads and infrastructure you use every day? No again, you count on the efforts of others. Others who pay taxes, just like yourself, to realize the benefits of these amenities. And including the recipients of these services -- taxpayers like yourself. Nobody escapes taxes. What makes you special?
Ever have a drink, Allen? My hunch says yes. Ever get drunk, Allen? If so, you have ZERO room to criticize. Alcohol will kill you faster than anything. It has also been known to engender acute myopia.
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