To the cops who cruise this place

One of you contacted me by email yesterday.  Kiss off.

AND FOR THE SINCERE AMONG US,some council.

When I took Accounting 101, I asked the instructor about cooking the books.  His reply was, if he told me how it was done, he’d be instructing me in the commission of a crime, which is a crime itself.  It wouldn’t matter if I ever committed the crime either.  So, he couldn’t tell me about those things.

The study of cooking the books is called forensic accounting, it’s high lever class’s, and they certainly do teach students all about it.  The legalese is you are learning how to recognize it.

Cops only care about their numbers.  They could give a shit about anybody’s safety, and it’s always been that way.  It’s very much like pleasure fishing.  Some poor fish who has done nothing other than stupidly getting  caught winds up dead, and probably gets tossed in a freezer cleaning a few years later.  It was important to kill that fish to impress the other fishermen.  It’s important to get those numbers, to get that next promotion.  I told the cops about a fellow selling Valium over 6 months ago, and he’s still selling it.  What does that tell you?  They don’t want to waste their time on a retail guy, and will watch him for years, hoping they’ll get the wholesale guy.  Meanwhile, a few dozen, or so people become addicted to a habit forming substance because nobody tells them that it’s habit forming, and they think it’s safe to use as a sleep aid.

There are so many ways to become dead, it really isn’t funny, if that’s what you want to do.  There are some really bad ideas, for instance hanging yourself in your own garage.  Then your 14 year old comes home from school, and there’s dad.  AND, it’s a really dreadful last 2 minutes of life.  AND, it’s really dreadful making the decision, and getting up the courage to do it.  But a friend of mine, did just that, many years ago.

If he came to me this very afternoon and asked me for my advise, I couldn’t tell him, well I thought up this method, and it’s absolutely going to work right.  Why?  Because if he shared that with anybody else, I could go to jail.

When I finally struck on a method that was certain to work, I was there.  Now, I can modify the method, and basically make it a lot less work.

What do I want?  Lack of pain, lack of struggle, and 100% guaranteed results.  Can I share with y’all?  Sorry, I can not.  Ever wonder why there’s no book for sale down at the Mall called 100 ways to kill yourself, all guaranteed to work?  Simple, it would be a crime to offer it for sale, a crime to wholesale it, and so on.

Oh yeah, a final thought for this post.  Years ago, I was unloading my semi truck in New Hampshire, and this guy helping me was on some kind of day time work release from prison.  Nice fellow, reasonably well educated, young, good looking, all that sort of thing.  He was quite bitter about his sentence, and with good reason, I think.  When he was in the Army, he found out how to buy Uncle Sam’s machine guns under the counter.  When he got out, he set himself up in business doing just that, selling stolen Army property.  Some Bozo he sold one to, went into a liqueur store and cut the sales clerk in half with one (dead sales clerk), and got himself caught.  The Bozo ratted out everyone he could think of, and got off with a 2 year sentence for murdering some poor bastard in an armed robbery.  The guy telling me the story, the guy who sold him the machine gun, got a 5 year sentence.  I think he had a very good right to be bitter.  Moral of the story?  Do cops, judges, wardens, and their associates, care about justice?  Not to my way of thinking.  How do you find out how to get the best bang for the buck ratting out everybody?  You get that tutorial in prison.  So don’t go around asking anybody how to buy things like hand grenades.