You can't tell me what to do! I got rights!
Created | Updated Oct 4, 2006
It is an odd thing that children can grow up watching "Cops" and other programmes involving bad peeples being caught, or CSI-type shows where bad peeples are getting caught, or action movies where bad peeples are getting beated up or deaded, yet the Gangsta/Pimp/Thug/Drug/Baby Daddy anti-culture is very popular. The Bad Peeples to these backward cultural retards are The Man and the Courts and the Gummint. They'll wear crosses and tattoo Jesus' face on their arms and legs and chests and they'll fancy that like Jesus, they are being crucified for being "real" by the centurions and the temple crew, who just happen to be as Jewish now as they were then. Racism abounds amongst all races, all the while they are marrying each other's daughters, beating up their own parents, and listening to each other's musicks and stealing whatever they comprehend of any culture or technology. Lamborghini doors on a pickup truck!?
There are people running around who have never been in trouble beyond a domestic dispute call or two or a DUI, but they dress and talk like they just crawled out of the pen after a ten year stretch for assault with a deadly weapon. There are people who just got out of the pen after a ten year sentence for assault with a deadly weapon who look normal, talk normal and really don't want you to know that they just got out of Solitary Confinement.
There are white kids and young adults who cannot talk without refering to each other as "mah niggah". There are grown men wearing pants without belts that hang below their groins, exposing their long boxers and the crotches on their departing pants are so low and the pants legs so short that they look like clowns. The shoes don't help either. There is nothing like a self-righteous self-parody waddling around asserting his right not to be stereo-typed.
On the other side of the coin are the police themselves, a bunch of muscled, sunglassed, utility-belt toting visions in white t-shirts, resistant vests and dark blue uniforms who indulge in their own sillinesses, absurdities and stereo-types. They have more trouble with the wannabes and the ignoramuses than they do with the garden variety repeat offenders and just plain stupid who are always in the right place at the wrong time.
When I was tired and working a second shift the other night, I had two grown women come in about two AM, who talked to some of the younger customers, got a couple of Slushies or Frothies or whatever it is we're selling, and then noticed that they had no money because they had left their purses. They wandered off and then came back, both of them clutching voluminous valises. They went and dumped their drinks, goofed around the Slurpee machine for awhile, over behind the bakery box (don't ask, it's got glass doors), then came back and paid for their drinks and went bye-bye. I went to make coffee and found that one of the six packs had been pulled from the cooler through the cooler vault door, as the glass doors to the beer had been locked for three hours, and two sixteen ounce cans of beer had been absconded with... Thanks, ladies.
