Scary Thoughts.

Why I Don't Trust Cops. ANY cops.
Cop suspect cops of being murdering scumbags and admits it publicly. Officer Johnson:

"Not that I don't trust the police," Johnson later commented to the Washington Post. "But I wanted to personally witness what [was] going to happen to my mayor, so if they [the SWAT team] say this guy went for a gun -- and he didn't -- it's not going to happen on my watch."

Roll that comment around in your mind for just a second.

Officer Johnson stayed behind to make sure his mayor wasn't murdered by his fellow police officers.

That SHOULD bend your noodle more than a little. How often does this happen that a cop feels free to reveal his suspicions to a reporter?

That should be terrifying to you. Unless you, like me, root for Rambo to shoot the cops in First Blood. In which case, you're a threat to society and need to be put down like the mad dog you be. Or you're a statist douche of either the Republican or Democratic sort. In which case you probably think "omelettes, eggs... whatever". And in that case you're one truly sick fucker and you just don't have a clue.

Anyway, quote is from HERE.

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Want to murder folks legally? Become a prosecutor! NO down side!

More chilling thoughts.

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The United Nations WANTS YOU TO DIE! That's my logical conclusion after reading this article.

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Finally, some humour. I am a sick man. That's why I find this funny:
http://www.pointsincase.com/blogs/paul-frank/so-youve-just-killed-prostitute

More twisted humour: http://rathergood.com/christmas

Media Bias? Nahhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Damn molesting Catholic priests...

Oh, wait a second...

Doggie Diary Part 4

Day nine, whatever...

Having allergic reaction to dog. Skin erupting in nasty hives, couldn't breathe too well late last week.

Taking too much Benadryl, without fully countering allergic effects. High all the time, very sleepy.

Screwing up my work life. Not that I much care. Screwing up my Halo 3 playing... this I do care about.

Housebreaking Drake is going well. He's pooping regularly now too, something I wasn't sure he was doing. He peed in the kitchen on Saturday, but not since. And the kennel has been dry for longer than that.

But he's not taking to the bell trick. Maybe because I'm not being consistent enough. But when I get home from work, I'm much more concerned about getting him OUT than remembering to try and force his nose to ring the bell. He seems quite averse to the bell anyway.

He's not that bad of a dog. I just wish my body was reacting better to him.

I hate my own guts...

...because they hate me first. I'm home sick. It came on very suddenly after eating some Life cereal before work. Have I been poisoned? Hmmmmm... maybe I can sue and get rich.

The plus side is that I should have time to finish my Boston blogging.