madlucas

so I got a sitation for, get this, jaywalking.

say fucking what?

jaywalking?

it cost me 50 bucks .. make checks payable to Salt Lake City Corporation.

I think I'll go watch the news and see how many more people kidnap, rape, and murder around here, but at least I'll have a fuzzy feeling knowing that some turd of a pig with his eyes to close together (a common malformity around here .. it has to do with the shallow mormon gene pool, I think) managed to earn his keep with the SLC Co.

I'm not sure if I'm more stunned that I actually got a ticket for jaywalking or if I had to pay the fine to a corporation.

this is how the conversation went when I got 'pulled over'

pig: do you know why I stopped you?
me: *just looks at him*
pig: did you see the crosswalk down the way?
me: yes.
pig: the light was red.
me: ok.
pig: when you jaywalk you dissrupt traffic.
me: *looks up and down the empty street, then back to the pig* ok.
pig: do you have any ID?
me: yes.

and so on and so forth ..

so now I always use the crosswalk but spit on the ground whenever I see a fat piece of shit cop who can't catch murderers but has no problem finding some guy who crossed the middle of the street around 8:30 at night.

my parting comment for this journal entry will be 'this place is like fucking mars'