It has come to my attention that maybe a few of you don't know what the fuck I'm trying to say with this latest cartoonish and shitty image I created.
...and that's OK. Don't feel dumb. I'm kinda weird, so sometimes my idiotic crap might not make any sense.
So...what is this red slash through the blue bar all about?
Well...it's the "thin blue line"...cops. You know...the small number of guys and gals who bravely protect all us quivering, terrified, and defenseless masses from the bad guys who want to rape our dogs and kill our women.
You see these in license plate form or bumper stickers on cop cars and on vehicles owned privately by holster sniffers and badge polishers.
I saw one on a minivan yesterday, and with the gunning down of several folks in Alba-Kracky recently, the whole thing kinda pisses me off.
(Then I remembered this other wonderful story about New Mexico cops. FUBAR.)
Here in Indy, they wanna add another 500 cops to the street 'cuz the ghetto apes and meth-heads are slaughtering each other wholesale.
...and I'm like, "I don't need it done. Thanks anyways."
I'll pass. I neither want nor need a cop on every street corner.
I don't need a cop, (or anyone else), inserting themselves into my day and/or life, because when it happens shit most often goes sideways. This is a lesson I learned first-hand several years ago when I voluntarily involved cops into my life with (what I thought) was a relatively cut-and-dried and trivial matter.
Some of you might be saying, "Zoomie! Why you hatin' on cops? You would be the first to call them if zombies attacked your house. Hell...your dumb-ass life was saved by two cops when you were a kid. Hypocrite. Fuck you and die already!"
Ha! About 5 years ago, I spoke to (and thanked) one of the two cops who prevented my family from being shot to death by an escaped convict 45 years ago.
Know what he said?
"I retired a long time ago, and I'm glad I'm not a cop anymore. These new guys are fucked up."
He don't need it done either.
Some also might be saying, "Zoomie! What about the frail old ladies and cuddly small children and kittens who aren't innernets tuff and threatening and angry and capable of defending themselves like you? Should they be left to the tender mercies of the thugs? Answer that one, smart-ass!"
Good question. I am first inclined to think that old ladies and children and kitties should be protected by their men-folk (fathers, older siblings, sons, nephews, cousins, trusted capable neighbors), but that would be sexist dinosaur thinking. I mean, what if the children and old ladies and kitties don't have any men-folk? Then what?
Hell. I dunno. I'm not very bright. Who needs a man? I guess they're fucked. Call 911...
In conclusion...as far as cops go, am I paintin' with a broad brush?
Motherfuckers, I'm paintin' with a roller.
And it's turbo-charged...
I'm tellin' you good cops...you'd better get your shit in one sack and clean up your mess.
The world's a big place, but I'd hate to paint it.