Mollie Tibbetts
It is often said that those going to court to sue want justice, and those defending themselves want mercy. There is ample recent evidence that both can be failures, according to the results observed. I will elaborate on several notable cases, old and new.
Continue reading “Failures of Justice and Mercy”
The following exchange took place on the “Authorship” thread yesterday:
— “Question of the day …. It seemed like it only took Stucky two seconds to horn in on the idea which is, IMO, pretty fucked up.” ———Indentured Servant
— “Fine. I’m done with them. …. “How real men become pussies on the internet” … self-explanatory. I’ll dedicate one chapter to I_S.” ———- Stucky
— “Stuck, if you quit over one criticism, Chapter One should be about you.” —- EL Chorizo
— Llpoh posts a box of fucking tissues.
Yesterday I took my dad shopping to Aldi. I park. We shop We come back to the car. The car on the passenger side is parked so close that dad couldn’t get the door open wide enough to get in. I back out. He gets in. I start to go. He says, “Schtop!”. OK. “Gif me a pencil und paper.” OK. “LEARN HOW TO PARK YOU SONOFABITCH!” (in caps and in perfect English). Nice “Put it on zee vindshield.” Yeah, whatever. Our next stop is the German butcher, not far away. On the way back he says, “Let’s go beck to Aldi’s”. I inquire, “Oh, did you forget something?” Ummm, “Nein! If that car iz shtill there I vill put the note on zee car meinself!!”. Dad is a feisty 91.
We get home. Maybe mom will make more sense. One of my mom’s still living friends which she’s know since nineteen fucking sixty eight hasn’t stopped by in over two weeks. I offer to call Hilde (actual name) to see what’s going on. Mom says, “Nein. She’s crazy in the head ….”, and then starts telling me a story about this crazy in the head woman. A story that happened in nineteen fucking seventy one!!!
My sister hasn’t talked to me since dad’s car accident a couple months ago. Apparently, I said something in the hospital that pissed her off. She’s 50.
The Stucky Family Greeting
I come from a looong line of thin-skinned Krauts. It’s amazing we’re all still alive. You all should pray for us, especially me.
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I read much here about how great some of you are. “That’s niiice” (remember that joke?) It seems everybody here is like the couple below; handsome, beautiful, fit, trim, smart, young and rich.
So, the getting-to-know-you inquiry (not, question) of the day is; which ONE thing is your weakness, or to put it another way, you just don’t like about yourself? It should be the type of thing that might have held you back in your career, socially, or even in close relationships.
You know mine. I spilled my guts. Don’t fucken piss me off. Now spill yours.