The world has gone mad.

This morning, the news is out of Minnesota.  And the news is troubling, to say the very least.

A black man, 32 years old, is pulled over by a cop the previous evening.  The car, apparently, had a broken taillight, And I don't know if the part was on order or not.  The man had his girlfriend and her daughter with him.

The driver informs the officer that he has a concealed-carry permit and has a weapon on him at the time.

The cop--doesn't think.  He starts screaming and kills the man, right in front of the lady and her daughter.

The woman is cuffed and thrown into the back of the squad car.  WTF?!

The world has gone mad!  Cops gunning down a cooperative individual, and probably not because of the weapon of he informed?!  This is appalling.

Has our system become a total police state where the innocent get killed, the guilty go free and the morons and haters rule?

This happened not far from where my sister lives, near the State Fair Grounds in Falcon Heights, MN.  The cop is now on "Paid leave."  Excuse me?  This is just wrong.

The world has gone mad.  This isn't a case of a man brandishing a weapon at the cops.  This is a case of either a Noob or a skinhead gone nuts.  Would banning weapons have done any good?  This is a case of the "Good guy" -- a man in uniform, sworn to protect and serve -- killing for no reason which I can discern.

Dayton, at least, has done the right thing by asking the DOJ to investigate.  But it doesn't excuse the action of the man with the badge!

There are protests.  Sure.  I agree.  The thing is, in MN, these protests are peaceful.  The demands are for justice, not reparations.  They are for explanations, not excuses.  Unlike Baltimore and Ferguson, it is apparently quiet...

Let's get the whole story, but DAMMIT...

In a world gone mad, sanity is revolutionary.  And when gunning someone down in such a manner is acceptable, it is time to stop and think.

Unless something comes to light proving otherwise, that the cop really believed he was going to be shot...video proof... it's time that the police department is evaluated for sanity and latent hatred.  It's just too much for me.

This isn't  Trump's America.  It's not Obama's America.  It is ours.  And we're becoming enarmored of violence, tolerant of race hatred, and the Devil's pawns.

It's time for a full investigation, and a full repent of the evil that is arising-- AS I SEE IT!

Power struggle among the power hungry power holders on power trips!

I am very tired of politics right now, so I am very glad that this campaign is almost over.  Not a day goes by now without another attack ad in the mail.  I'm tired of it, and am getting to the point where I won't even look at it.  Yesterday brought another "Vote for me" type agenda in the mail, this one from the sheriff of the county in which I live.

 

Therefore, I write this letter to the sheriff, and explain a few things.

 

Dear Sheriff:

 

My wife and I received your letter today which requested that we vote for you.  I'll get into that shortly, but I want you to realize that our names are NOT "Mr and Mrs Registered Voters." (As you very well know!)

 

I am both amazed and rather amused that you would request our votes.  You have your first challenger in 8 years, as I have determined, so you have someone breathing down your neck.  I guess you're too busy looking over your shoulder right now to bother with our names.

 

I am not going to vote for you.  Nor will I vote for your opponent.  In fact, I will not vote for any judges, either, nor anyone who is in any way associated with the "Justice System" in this election.

 

I have no time to vote for anyone whose department has illegally detained, harassed and questioned me and my wife, and has ignored my requests for assistance in retrieving property and ignored the crimes committed against me and our property many times in the last 4 years.

 

This all started in 2006, but things began to reach a boiling point in 2007 when you and your lackeys started hounding us over our animals.  You were quite aware of our kennel variance, but you chose to ignore it, instead demanding we show you the paperwork.  Just check the damn courthouse, buddy!  It's listed there.  Then you started bothering us over the untidiness of the house.  THEN you had one of our neighbors yell and scream over the animals again, which got us hauled into court, and we were forced to pay almost a F***ING GRAND in attorney fees (Which we could not afford), and the forced us to miss house payments, which in turn got us foreclosed.

 

You call THAT justice?  I call it F***ING HARASSMENT!

 

So far, you've delivered a lawsuit (Which we had to spend to stop, and we DID stop it, you bastard).  I got bit by a cat, and instead of showing concern for me the victim, you come in and demand to see the Livestock.  That is uncalled for!  And you bastards threw me in cuffs for no damned reason in May of 2009.  You stopped me when I was walking home one night (Again for no damned reason) and questioned me.  During a "routine" stop, your lackeys had the gall to question me about my religious faith.  Tell me what damn difference that makes, you fool!

 

You've delivered foreclosure papers (Which was caused by the damn fees we had to pay the court for your damned nonsense! 

 

And you sent a freaking check for $1.00  -- a check which my lawyer believed to be some sort of scam.  I've not cashed it-- in fact, I am returning it to you with this letter.  I suggest you stop trying to trick us, and start chasing the felons that have been committing the serious crimes in this area.

 

Instead of helping us retrieve our property from a convicted drunkard, you've ignored our request AND you have ignored the complaints about trespassers on this land!

 

And you want me to vote for you?!

 

I will not vote for you.  Nor will I vote for any judge running in this district.  NOR will I vote for county attorney, nor any freaking TAX AND SPEND Lawyer running for office.

 

I Strongly suggest that you get a life -- instead of trying to make others miserable.

 

 

 

Yours Truly ,

Resident.

Never try to teach a pig to sing.

Today's number is 20250. When I reach 1250, the numbers change again, and will read 365251. Or, if you start from the beginning, it's 18241. I could also call it 3250, but I fear that's highly confusing to you folks. I don't care if you can figure it out or not. You've got a way to venture a guess, however. Let's see if anyone can figure it out.

Years ago, I made a T-shirt. I made several, but they've worn out over the years. I made one to counteract an old moron of a boss -- he always tried to beat me to "Good Morning," so I made a shirt that said "Good Morning." BOTH front and back. I even once had a bet with him, about the World Series. Florida vs NY. He was a great NY fan. Born in NY, ya know. Well, I won the bet, of course. He cannot defeat me when it comes to picking the right team in the series.

My favorite shirt, however, was a commentary-- it makes little sense until you analyze it closely. It seems like a joke.

The shirt had a picture of a pig which was wallowing in the mud. And the caption read as follows: "Never try to teach a pig to sing. It wastes your time, and annoys the pig."

Quite deep. It's right up there with "I've made up my mind: Don't try to confuse me with facts."

In the last couple of years, I've changed the slogan somewhat -- the meaning is the same: "you can't teach an old dog new tricks," or "A leopard cannot change its spots." Or maybe "You can't change your DNA: you are who you are."

Over the last few years, I've been harassed by cops. For no reason. Walking home after midnight, stopped for no reason. Tailed for no reason. detained for no reason. Thrown in cuffs while walking home during the day hours. Never an apology from these power-hungry God wanna-be people. Once I was walking on the sidewalk near my city home (I now live in the country) when I got stopped for "peeking in windows." I never left the walk, more than 50 feet from the nearest houses. I was looking at the Halloween decorations that adorned the street. Now the jackasses are telling me that I have no right to be on my own block, in front of my own house? Or on the sidewalk, 50 feet from the nearest house?

Big Brother (or is that Big Bother?) is watching. And this kind of treatment goes back more than 15 years. Power-hungry cops, a la the Rodney King beaters. And I am forced to prove that I belong where I am. What a crock of....

Today, I have a bumper sticker made that I have never used. If I did, I'd be stopped, sure thing. The sticker reads, "Never try to teach a cop to sing. It wastes your time, and annoys the PIG."

Yes, I'm bitter. I'm angry. And everything I do is classified a threat to somebody. You can't even utter certain words without being called a terrorist.

Many years ago, there was a song called "You rascal you." More accurately, "I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal you."
Some of the words read "I'm gonna kill you just for fun. The bugs can have you when I'm done. I'll be glad when your dead, you rascal you."

These days, those lyrics would get you a psychriatic examination, and the govt. would throw you on the do not fly list.

In these times when terrorism is rampant overseas, our own freedom to speak, worship, talk, work, write -- it's all in jeapordy. It's time to call a spade a spade, and a pig a pig. It's time to say "It's S***, and it stinks!"

That's the facts...AS I SEE IT.

Do I ever use the "N" word? Hmmm. Does NINCOMPOOP count?

no, No, NO, NOOOO!

2009 is only 37 days old as I write this piece...and already there are enough problems to last me for a full year.

Early in January, one our cats died...killed by another cat. It's a pain, but death happens.
Later in January, we hit temps well below zero -- 34 below, 27 below, 13 below, 19 below...and we determine that it is time to GET THE *U*K of Minnesota, and my wife FINALLY agrees! We start packing, and cleaning up.

Obama takes office, but Minnesota is STILL without a senator.

On the 28th, one of our horses had to be put down. Not good, but she was wasting away. We had increased her grain, her Hay, taken her out to eat by herself...but it was to no avail as she went down and couldn't get back up again. The only choice, the humane choice, was to end her suffering.

On the 28th, my wife broke her fibula. No help! That destroys the money situation entirely! NO MORE MONEY from her until she's back to work!

Ok, we finally hit February. Obama's nominees are falling by the wayside like flies around a fly-killing mushroom. And thus starts a whole new set of problems.

My car is acting up. Leaking anti-freeze like crazy. The brakes start joining the anti-freeze, losing fluid by the bottle. And then the transmission (Which is already bad) starts stalling my car. No way to get to town, or home. And what happens? The car dies completely. DEAD MEAT. No way to get to work. This is NO HELP, as I need the money to keep up the mortgage payment! We decide we must sell items: China cabinet, bar, tractor, pool table, clarinet. and Horses. 4 of them, all on the market. No buyers. One offer on the tractor, a buyer for the cabinet, but no luck on the horses. No luck on anything else. A dead car, a bad transmission on the truck, mazda without a tranny -- can't find one!

Today, I get bit by one of my cats. The vet says call 911 to do something about the cat. Followed instructions, and what happens? They come out to me with allegations of Neglect, thanks to a FOOL VET who KNEW THE STORY AND CHOSE TO LIE ABOUT IT!

I HOPE to get the truck back tomorrow. But My job may be gone because I couldn't get to work. And my hope of moving to Florida may be completely dashed. What's next? No, I take that back -- I PRAY that we finally have some GOOD NEWS...maybe win the lottery, or something. But I can't take this CRAP much longer!

To place a curse on someone is a sign of a misanthrope. To remove one from me is my own desire. And my hatred of the people who have cursed me grows by the day.