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Well I guess Daddy will have to buy him a new truck now.
The People could get a judgment and lien and hound that arrogant stupid irresponsible driver for the rest of his life -- or until Daddy bails him out, the probable result.
Did I mention that I know this individual well? More than most want to.
I repeat: Go after deep pockets. The City would be stupid not to.
"an used bus"? You need remedial English. Correct that, quick.
They're all whores: Any attorney can argue either side with equal vehemence. And make it sound SO right. "Justice" in this country isn't about justice or fairness. It's about who brings the most money to the table, as more money buys a better argument. Arguments buy justice.
It was this realization, occasioned by the debate circuit in college -- largely consisting of aspiring pre-law students -- which prompted a change of majors, to communications, mass media, and TV. Making things. Not arguing. Later reversion to computers -- ditto.
Probably should have stuck with law...
Sue the bastard!! I know for a fact the family is loaded.
Runaway train. All aboard!!
This is why you should never go anywhere. Just stay home where it's safe and dry. Ride the forums, critique every article ad nauseum, (the diction belies the facade) and leave it to the adventurers to capture the GORGEOUS scenery for the couch potatoes. Thanks Austin for that!!
I'm not much for tubers, but sometimes I yam.
They thought I was dead. They called my sister to come to the morgue to identify the body.
But I didn't die, or if I did, I came back real quick. When I came to, I had a cerebral hemorrhage which paralyzed my right side (and a broken pelvis). Were it not for a motorcycle helmet, my head would've splatted like a watermelon on the pavement.
That was just one of my concussions where I got knocked out, probably the worst. The insurance settlement sent me to college, where I studied photography and TV, ultimately leading me to Steamboat. And the rest, as they say, is history.
The human brain is a marvel, in how it can build new connections to bypass or circumvent damaged areas; in a few months, feeling and motion returned to the right side, and now it just needed retraining. My football spiral will never be as tight as before, my foosball push shot, formerly blinding -- it's gone.
I don't think it affected any of the cognitive regions, and I'm just as smart -- but how would I know?
Long and short of it: If I had a kid, I'd steer him away from football, or any head-contact sport. Even if he has an arm -- by the time he gets drafted into the pros, this marvelous brain will hopefully be under a microscope. Or pickled in formaldehyde.
And this all started with somebody trying to make a buck off of BAP. Giving away City property for peanuts. From there it mushroomed into this.
Nobody ever cited an existing need, nor a viable alternative. Indeed, many factors favor the existing location. What's the rush? Special interests?
And who's especially interested? Rob us; we can afford it.
I would say we should adopt a "no executive session" rule, but then the deals would be cut at Big House or wherever the sharks circle between sessions, reciting their lines. There isn't a variance that can't be bought.
There's a unwritten rule too: You can't mess with the Good Ol' Boys. You don't even know who they are. Still waters run deep.
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