Evil Bastard Update

From Reader Mary, on this matter:

The Court appearance for the eviction today was continued for 30 days to allow them to get a rental agreement in place (he’s agreed to dismiss the eviction once that is in place). Evil Bastard has agreed to rent them the house for a reasonable rate and now they’re just working out details. The fact that I had lawyers working behind the scenes (thanks to your Readers’ help) gave Kris the ammo she needed to get this done!!

I also sent his Probation Officer (for his Bond) a copy of the map I had a surveyor create showing that there were all kinds of children living within 500 feet of that house proved that he cannot live in the house so renting to his daughter / granddaughter might be the best way to go. That helped, as did the fact that I promised Evil Bastard that if he evicted the family I would be filing a civil lawsuit against him and taking everything he owned or ever would own — which apparently helped tip the balance in Kris’s favor!!

There is no way I can express my undying gratitude for your help and the help of your readers. I could not have gotten this done without knowing we had funds for legal help. I’m not good at expressing my appreciation, but know that you and your Loyal Readers will forever be Angels to myself and my family.

I have the best Readers of any website on the Internet.
My personal thanks to you all.

Dept. Of Righteous Beatings

Oh yeah, baby.  When seconds count and the police are minutes away, you gotta get busy:

A 54-year-old Philadelphia man allegedly stole a car outside of a pizzeria with three small children inside. Shocked bystanders caught the alleged thief and potential kidnapper, and that’s when the crowd delivered “street justice.”

Police told The Philadelphia Inquirer that Hood stole the Hyundai, prompting the couple to take off running behind it. Crowded roads allowed mom and dad to chase down the car and yank Hood from the driver’s seat. Officers said a “large crowd” stopped the man and then beat him after he physically assaulted the father. “We’re being told that other males in the area helped the boyfriend with this physical altercation and a physical struggle ensued.
Hood managed to break free from the father and fled across 29th Street. It was at this time that a crowd of individuals stopped Mr. Hood and forced him to the ground,” Philadelphia Police Homicide Captain Jason Smith said. “The crowd kicked and punched Mr. Hood until the arrival of responding police. At some point Mr. Hood became unresponsive.
Emergency responders were called to the scene where Hood had been beaten. “They left Hood unconscious and suffering from injuries that later proved to be fatal. Paramedics rushed him to Temple University Hospital, but it was too late to save his life,” KKTV reported.

And of course:

It was later found that Eric Hood had many run-ins with law enforcement. “Hood had a lengthy arrest record with 24 arrests.”

 

“Because Nunya”

So much for that bullshit.

“The constitutional right to bear arms in public for self-defense is not ‘a second-class right, subject to an entirely different body of rules than the other Bill of Rights guarantees,’” Thomas wrote in the opinion. “The exercise of other constitutional rights does not require individuals to demonstrate to government officers some special need. The Second Amendment right to carry arms in public for self-defense is no different. New York’s proper-cause requirement violates the Fourteenth Amendment by preventing law-abiding citizens with ordinary self-defense needs from exercising their right to keep and bear arms in public.”

Clarence Thomas for the win.  And about time.

Bravo

After the Great Wetback Episode Of 1986, one of the biggest changes in societal customs I had to face was this business of “eating on the run”, or indeed even “eating quickly”.  This made about as much sense as “traveling tastily” or “delicious walking”:  the melding of two disparate activities actually made me angry.

Where I came from it was understood that when you eat, you sit down down to do so, in a place which caters [sic]  to eating and not in a car (exceptions made for a drive-in place like Sonic).  Even when traveling, when it came time to eat, it would involve pulling off to the side of the road — preferably at a rest area, but otherwise well off the road to avoid a collision, and then eating your (prepackaged meal brought from home), preferably outside the car at a table (rest area) or right there (tailgating).

Don’t even get me started about the custom of “brown bagging” whereby one eats at one’s work desk.  Ugh.

After a while, though, I got sick of ranting about it, and just went along with the strange foreign practice, although in the three or so decades since, I can probably count on one hand the number of times I’ve actually eaten a meal in the car when it was in motion.

At college, I was astounded at the number of kids who would bring their Big Macs and what have you right into the classroom, and gobble it down while waiting for the lecturer to show up, or sometimes even during the class (if the professor didn’t care).

Nothing is more disgusting than being subjected to the smell of someone else’s food in a place that isn’t a restaurant.

So when I read this story, I gave the man a (virtual) standing ovation:

A young London woman travelling alone at night was told she wasn’t allowed on a bus – because her fried chicken wings would ‘stink’ it out.

Predictably, all the usual moans about safety and such were trotted out — but to no avail, because:

Stagecoach’s website states: ‘You can’t eat or drink anything that will cause offence or upset other passengers.’

Of course, the driver was found to be in the wrong and no doubt Head Office whacked his pee-pee.  But get this:  this stupid tart hadn’t come off the night shift, she’d been visiting a friend’s house.  Why the hell couldn’t she have eaten there instead of taking her stinky chicken dinner onto the bus?  Of course:

‘I have always eaten on buses, on the way home from school. There weren’t that many people on the bus anyway. Some people were just shouting at him to just drive the bus. I felt really embarrassed. People were looking at me eating and I felt so fat. I felt a bit depressed by it. I went and sat upstairs right at the front for extra safety.’

Oh boo fucking hoo.  You act like a mannerless lout, and then get upset about being made to feel ashamed?  (And by the way:  you are fat.)

It’s the fact that people have somehow become accepting of boorish behavior that nonsense like this is tolerated.

I should point out that I called out one oaf in a lecture room, and told him to go and eat outside.  “Why?” was the hurt question.  “Because I’m not interested in smelling your rancid food,” was my response.  He didn’t move, whereupon I said, “Do you want me to come over and take your food and toss it?”

He gave me an angry look and went out.  A couple of the kids looked at me like I was the bad guy, but one girl said, “Thank you for that.  He’s always doing it, and it makes me feel sick.”

He never did it again.

The structure of manners is society’s lubricant in that it allows us to get along each day without killing each other, and I am not going to be cast as the bad guy simply because I try to remove the irritant.

New Digs

So Tech Support II worked his magic, threatened people with death or worse, and took me somewhere else where all the tragedy of the past three or four weeks has magically disappeared.

Update:  TS tells me that I’ve been the target of a massive Denial Of Service attack, hence the server problems.  (His question to me:  “Who have you pissed off lately?”  Answer:  “Who knows?  There are so many possibilities…”)

Anyway:

Many, many thanks to all of you who offered advice, and still more to the folks who offered to help me move, and even host this ongoing stream of bile, broads, boomsticks and bombast.

Here’s a reward for all of you, with some background music.  I hope it will suffice.

And this:

And finally, this:

Asking For It

Bound to happen:

Authorities will not file criminal charges against former heavyweight champ Mike Tyson after he was recorded on video punching a fellow first-class passenger aboard a plane at San Francisco International Airport last month.

You have to ask yourself about the industrial-strength Stupid in a guy who decides to pick a fight with Mike Tyson.  In close quarters.  With nowhere to run to.  Without at least one gun handy.

Has to be a Biden voter.