Archive for September 18th, 2010

Plea Deal for Paris – No Jail Time

Saturday, September 18th, 2010

Paris's Mug Shot 8/28/10

I’m glad Paris Hilton didn’t have to spend a night in jail.  She has a “strict” 1-year, probation sentence which should make her work much harder to not get caught again. 70% of America’s inmate population are in our prisons and jails for non-violent, small amount, drug possession or sales.

I don’t think it’s fair for Paris to get a “Get Out Of Jail Free” card.  But I don’t they should put Paris in – I think they should let out the rest of non-violent drug abusers.  That would be fair.

What’s Missing Here? Ch ch

Saturday, September 18th, 2010

Going to church makes you a Christian as much as going to a garage makes you a car.

Thrill Killers

Saturday, September 18th, 2010

Ah, the proud hunters.  Look    how happy they are!  Look how macho!  Well, wouldn’t you be if you just slaughtered   a living creature which did  not have a gun or bows and arrows to defend itself?

“But we do it to put food on our families’ table.”  Horseshit!  By the time you add up the costs of licenses, costumes, orange safety vests, guns, ammo, tree houses, drinks, dressing the kill, gas, etc. you’ll pay about double what you could have paid for fine steaks from meat markets.

The only real difference is the “hunter high” which occurs when you see your defenseless prey crash to the ground from one of your slugs or arrow.  It’s kind of like an orgasm. And those are the “clean kills” – over 1/2 of some animals are just wounded enough to leave blood trails so the hunter can chase it through the woods for another shot (or two).

No one seems to like my idea from 30-years ago:  fence off a few thousand acres of government land, airlift out all of the wildlife, and give free access to hunters.  Then they would sign responsibility releases – and HUNT EACH OTHER!  Is that fair or what?

The only animal I could kill is a person intent on doing me harm.  Let’s just say if you somehow broke into my apartment – well, it would not go well for you – promise.

A warning shot?  Sure – after shooting you eight times, I’d put a warning shot through the ceiling.