Saturday, May 31, 2008

Early Morning Humor: "I think we're dead!"

A policeman and his wife who had been using confiscated contraband had a late night scare, got paranoid and called 9-1-1 to ask for help. They didn't get charged, no one could prove they were in possession, but the guy lost his job. And then the local news station found out about it:



This story reminds me of the combination Sheriff & Dog Catcher I happened to meet in the 70s, who had been confiscating weed from the "freaks" he had stopped on the highway in the East Texas Woods. He was supposed to send in 1/2 of the fine to the State of Texas; the city kept the other half. But "Sheriff Willie" was greedy. He figured out that the only way to make it big in East Texas was to cut the state out of his bid'ness. If he did that, his "criminals" got fined but they never got a record. After all, who wants a record?

The young people got a charge for whatever Sheriff Willie could think of -- public intoxication, or speeding, or illegal parking -- and "Sheriff Willie" got the weed. This worked well for everyone. In fact, most people felt relieved; relieved that is, until someone came around so stupid and self-righteous he didn't care if he got a record.

This guy wanted revenge. Keeping his receipt for the bullshit ticket, he initiated an investigation in Austin and found that literally no one going through Sheriff Willie's neck of the woods was getting busted for anything.

Willie got busted. I never heard whether the out-in-orbit litigant was successful in getting his record placed on file in Austin.

They say that in Galveston, Texas, during the 70s, if you wanted a bag of weed, all you had to do was pull over a cop.

And then there's the case of George W. Bush, President of the United States.....



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