Sometimes those things that only happen in other cities happen in your city
A local police officer, responding to a domestic violence call, was shot and killed yesterday. He had a wife and three kids. The community is pulling together with fundraisers and a vigil is scheduled for tonight.
August 26th, 2016 at 7:06 pm
August 26th, 2016 at 7:12 pm
This new, pop up and play youtube is beyond me, but it happens. I apologize, but there it is, nonetheless. New world, and I’m okay with that. I talk, and ther it is. I speak with Sinead O’Connor. I can bleed with that. Not in the least. She kills me, and I die, satisfied, in the foggy dew.
August 26th, 2016 at 7:22 pm
“One Easter morn . . . ” Yeah, just another day. Murder me.
August 26th, 2016 at 7:33 pm
When you kill a working class man in America, and you leave behind his family, you kill me, and I will have you dead. You die. You die. Three kids? I’m one of three working class kids. Skin you alive. Bleed screaming, motherfucker. Bleed screaming.
August 26th, 2016 at 7:34 pm
Mercy is for people who deserve it.
August 27th, 2016 at 3:28 pm
I like to get HAMMERED drunk, and spam blog comments with shit, too!
August 27th, 2016 at 9:12 pm
The first thing I learned when I was a cop was that it can, and does happen anywhere and everywhere. There are no Mayberrys anymore.