So my message for this Independence Day is fuck the police. A day like today where were supposed to be all proud and shit to be a fucking American, fuck that. I could go on some huge rant right here but I'll refrain from that.
So I just was at Fred Meyer picking up some random shit. I should mention I'm with my son. It's like 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Nothing special. Out of nowhere comes this guy running full speed through the store. Right behind him is this cop, also running full speed with his hand on his gun. The cop starts yelling something like "get down, get down! take him down, take him down!" He's yelling this really fucking loud again with his hand on his gun. So I get down, I mean what the fuck? And did he just tell ME to take him down? And I should do that because....? Two other cops follow and they end up knocking down all these racks and stuff. The moment ends and were like, okay that was strange and slightly scary. Scary because a man with a loaded gun just started yelling out of nowhere.
Alright then....we finish shopping and leave. Outside we see five, yes five, cop cars. Ofcourse, I'm curious to know what went down here. So we walk past these
's and see the guy in the back of the car, handcuffed and all that. On the back of the cop car is a pair of sunglasses, a pack of sharpies, and some other random things. Wow that's awesome you fucking pigs just scared the shit out of a bunch of people and went as far as to demand that they try to "take him down" aka do your job, for a fucking shoplifter. Ugh.
So as were driving away, my son says "He didn't even say Simon says take him down"
Funny boy.
Anyhoo, I guess it's time to go get wasted & blow some shit up. That is what being an American is all about, right? God, we are so fucking good at doing just that.
So I just was at Fred Meyer picking up some random shit. I should mention I'm with my son. It's like 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Nothing special. Out of nowhere comes this guy running full speed through the store. Right behind him is this cop, also running full speed with his hand on his gun. The cop starts yelling something like "get down, get down! take him down, take him down!" He's yelling this really fucking loud again with his hand on his gun. So I get down, I mean what the fuck? And did he just tell ME to take him down? And I should do that because....? Two other cops follow and they end up knocking down all these racks and stuff. The moment ends and were like, okay that was strange and slightly scary. Scary because a man with a loaded gun just started yelling out of nowhere.
Alright then....we finish shopping and leave. Outside we see five, yes five, cop cars. Ofcourse, I'm curious to know what went down here. So we walk past these
's and see the guy in the back of the car, handcuffed and all that. On the back of the cop car is a pair of sunglasses, a pack of sharpies, and some other random things. Wow that's awesome you fucking pigs just scared the shit out of a bunch of people and went as far as to demand that they try to "take him down" aka do your job, for a fucking shoplifter. Ugh.
So as were driving away, my son says "He didn't even say Simon says take him down"
Funny boy.
Anyhoo, I guess it's time to go get wasted & blow some shit up. That is what being an American is all about, right? God, we are so fucking good at doing just that.
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It's summer, really. July is insanely hot here. I'm kinda tired of it because it gets me so tired. But, of course I love summer. We don't get much of it. Most of the year is pretty cold, and dark.