Title: German Criticizes Judge Who 'Fined' Syrian For Raping 15-Year-Old Girl; Gets Fined Twice As Much Source:
[None] URL Source:https://www.zerohedge.com/political ... old-girl-gets-fined-twice-much Published:Nov 27, 2024 Author:Tyler Durden Post Date:2024-11-27 07:16:11 by Horse Keywords:None Views:7197 Comments:110
The judge even told the convicted rapist during the trial: "You are well on your way to becoming a completely normal citizen here"
Why isn't Nancy Reagan marching against Russian Tanks to ensure my right to a free nipple ring and a little foil pouch thoughtfully packed with antiseptic napkinette for self aftercare?
Why isn't Nancy Reagan marching against Russian Tanks to ensure my right to a free nipple ring and a little foil pouch thoughtfully packed with antiseptic napkinette for self aftercare?
How many of those nipple thingys do you have? (no shit when I typed in nipple the auto suggestion word was clamp) but no mention of dancing to wild Turkish music.
I was only supposed to get 2 weeks in non-violence classes, not 26.
Not kidding. I had the "counsellors" so mad at me at the end, they wanted to kill me. Except the LatinX guy he was cool. The little faggot and the giant black whore were another story.
It happened before "woke" was a thing. I documented everything and copied the paperwork, which was verboten and forwarded my reports to the company. I thought it was a local abberation, but it was the woke movement personified.
You should've heard my final speech (confession). I got a standing ovation.
I met a guy named Ray, short, stocky, he looked like a short grizzly Adams. his big crime was beating to death an FBI informant that tried to molest his daughter. He did time in the big house for that, but his sentence was so unjust that he was remanded to my classes after they kicked him out of prison.
Ray was a good man, as were most of the men in my situation. Some were dirtbags, about a quarter of them. I lost track of Ray, probably in his late 30s. I miss him.
Long story short, the company reimbursed me for my time and expenses. I was as safe as a baby in its mother's arms with those bad boyettos.
We worked The Grateful Dead on several occasions in the Chicago area.
One show at Soldier Field the van pulled up and Jerry Garcia jumped out. Some guy on the local crew nailed him for an autograph.
Band Security started screaming, "Security, get this guy out of here!" I grabbed him and told him, "Disappear until this guy cools off." He told me, "Do you know what this signature is worth?"
I told him, "I don't care."
Jerry went for one last big hit on the crack pipe, and it killed him. I can recall watching a closed circuit of his inheritance proceedings. His two wives were fighting over who was going to get what. :-/
Kimmy says the pharmaceutical companies send Chippendale strippers into medical gal's offices to push the latest pills.
We've got a lot of competition, Bubba. Doc says she doesn't look or participate. And she worries about me. I can't keep up with Pfizer, let alone being able to afford a BJ at the Flying J truck stop from the trannys that chased out all the women.
Kimmy says the pharmaceutical companies send Chippendale strippers into medical gal's offices to push the latest pills.
That coincides perfectly with my planned neighborhood wake up march to get sleepy locals to commit to one or another interpretation of bland pop lyrics.
That stuff is big and loud. a couple years ago at the FW Airshow, they had a C5 Galaxy on the ramp. I thought, cool, until my legs left me.
A long time ago, post 1995, I needed a bucket or two of 11s gravel. The guy in the office told me to go down and just get them. Some fucker in a four-story tall Cat dump truck, shop-copped me and ran up on me, "What are you doing down here!"
He about PTSD'd me to death. I guess I carried a lot of baggage out of Beirut.
There are a lot of memories I wish I could recall.
But when we drove trucks for Vestal, one guy was driving the tractor me and my codriver usually had.
He was going thru a scale house in South Dakota. A dog keyed on the truck and they stopped him. They climbed all over those boxes of flowers in the trailer.
They ran his license and found he had a warrant in Texas and he was extradition.
It must have been a felony warrant since they would not have done that over a misdemeanor.
I sure am glad I was not with him on that trip. You know that truck got shut down at the scale until his codrivers log caught up. And then he had to finish the run by himself.
One time we picked up a load of fresh frozen chickens in Nebraska. I had this green kid named Chad with me. The load was going to AG wholesale in Springfield, MO.
I got him to thr point there was no way he could make a mistake. "You go to the 4 way stop and make a left turn then go across the river and take I-29 south.
I hit the sleeper. I woke up and opened the curtain just in time to see the sign KANSAS STATE LINE 4 MILES.
I said stop this truck right now. How are you going to explain being in Kansas when you're not supposed to be there?"
I had to back us into a gravel road, turn us around and get us back to the I testate in Missouri and then route us around the scale since if they were checking logs it would have been heavy fines.
I told him to wake me up if he was not sure if he was on the right road. Up north MO HWY 7 takes a lazy curve south before it heads east again to U.S. 65. He woke me up and I could tell by the angle the tractor was sitting he was on the right toad. I told him, Keep going. You're on the right road."
u.s. 65 was a 4 way stop with rumble strips to wake you up. We had all day to get to Springfield.
And that missed turn was the second one that trip. He missed one in Florida too. I bet that kid is no longer driving trucks. He just couldn't find his way around it is not very hard to read signs either. ;)