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:6408 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. :-/