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Boy oh boy! Yesterday I thought I would have a little fun quoting Big Frank and his opinion, and a whole bunch of people got upset because they thought I was dissing their favorite rock star. My point really was that Big Frank would know how to handle a mook, and that he could really sing, unlike many rock and rollers, who can only shout with the best of them. I received emails that reminded me of the Beatles, The Stones (according to Mick, you could be a rock a star if you could play three chords and just shout), El Viz, Buddy Holly, Jim Morrison (the three chord wonder man, but for me he's no poet), Jim Croce and so on and so forth. I listened to this kind of stuff as I grew up, and have watched many live band performances and concerts at various venues around the country. I still like listening to some of it but in small doses, not too loud, because in so many ways, I've moved on. But it doesn't mean though that I don't play a Led Zeppelin CD anymore, it just doesn't happen very often now. There are three guys my age on a public television station here who have a weekly rock and roll show where they discuss the minutiae of bands, concerts, and rock and roll, and all I can think of when I listen is; what a colossal waste of time and energy. I don't give a damn what the drug confused Jerry Garcia said backstage at his 1993 concert. I don't have the luxury to wonder about the meaning of his song lyrics way back in 1978, or if he was drunk when he wrote it, because I've moved on, and so have all others who have made achievements in their life. Apparently, I have a calling, and that is to help as many people as I can from the hands of junkies, particularly from violent mooks and junkies who easily hurt folks without remorse, hurt their victim as easily as they would eat a burger. Some school of thought out there thinks that all this chaos, adversity and unrest is a result of inequality and other excuses. But we all know that this reasoning is a bunch of bunk. As the saying goes, life is what you make it, and so do crooks becomes crooks because they made bad choices. They don't like a decent but hard life, they want everything to be easy, it's easier to be a crook than hold a job, it excites them to intimidate and rush people, taking things that are not theirs. My friend (a cop) told me a story of a junkie whom he arrested last week for attempting to rob a couple at a local mall last week. Unknown to the junkie, that he's robbing a vigilant couple who are prepared for any unexpected trouble. So, the husband immediately took out his tool, the Wildfire pepper spray, and sprayed it on the junkie's face, leaving him hurt and with a huge patch of dye on his face. So, thanks to people like this couple, it only took two minutes for my friend and his partner to identify the culprit. The stupid crook was crying in the back seat of the cruiser, hollering about how the spray should be made illegal, "Nobody should be able to paint my face! I didn't have a chance once they painted my face!" he said. Well, if you think that junkies get back on the street easily now, wait till B.O. starts appointing judges. It would be scary having a rapist charged by some occasional addle-head with only 60 days sentences, like in Nebraska and Vermont. And sadly, junkies, including the violent and illegal ones will have more rights and guts than ever before as the sentences are getting more and more lenient as we try more rehabilitation. So fasten your seatbelts, buy pepper spray, cause its gonna be a long four years.
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buy pepper spray and spray some freaken mooks. Then say a one-liner like Arnold Schwarzenegger, who seriously needs to jump back into movies.
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