Stupid Stuff Micro-Post: Stupid Cops

Stupid Headlines that show up in my news aggregator, and other Stupid Stuff that lands in front of me–a new tradition I talked about here.  Who knows?  No one knows–it’s a big, damn mystery.  But the world is brimming with Stupid, and I’m setting out to document it and share it with you on days that I can’t think of anything worthwhile or positive to write about.

Keystone_bw_001Sometimes it’s not the headlines that are stupid, it’s the subjects of the story.

“Video Shows California Deputies Beating Man Fleeing On Horse”
Eleven on one beat down.  With the Channel Four helicopter circling overhead.  I guess you didn’t notice that the whole Cop Violence thing has been in the news once

One cop thinks he's auditioning for a job as placekicker for the Oakland Raiders.

One cop thinks he’s auditioning for a job as placekicker for the Oakland Raiders.

or twice in the past few years?  And people are watching.  Were you really so dead set on beating this dipstick (and I’ll grant you a lot of these guys must be begging for it, but the truth is that I meet a dozen guys a day I’d just like to beat into a puddle, but I don’t–most of us don’t–because we know we live in a society of rules and, more pertinently, we know if we get caught there will be hell to pay–but I guess that’s the rub, right, there isn’t much hell to pay when you’ve got that shiny tin license to kill.)  Stupid.  Stupid. Stupid–but you sure showed that guy who’s boss, didn’t you?

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About JunkChuck

Native, Militant Westsylvanian (the first last best place), laborer, gardener, and literary hobbyist (if by literary you mean "hack"). I've had a bunch of different blogs, probably four, due to a recurring compulsion to start over. This incarnation owes to a desire to dredge up the best entries of the worst little book of hand-scrawled poems I could ever dream of writing, salvageable excerpts from fiction both in progress and long-abandoned. and a smattering of whatever the hell seems to fit at any particular moment. At first blush, I was here just to focus on old, terrible verse, but I reserve the right to include...anything. Maybe everything, certainly my love of pulp novels growing garlic, the Pittsburgh Steelers and howling at the moon--both figuratively and, on rare occasions, literally.
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