Not The Post I Had Planned

I’m going to have to ask your forgiveness tonight, because I am going to be ranting a bit tonight. Before it’s over I will probably wish grievous bodily harm on a few people. I may cuss. I may even call some people republicans (the worst insult I can think of in my own personal lexicon). I will probably due all these things, but I want ya’ll to know that doing so was not my plan for tonight’s post.

My plan had been to come home from work this evening and write about this absolutely brilliant idea I had for a coronation event at a new site  I had checked out a couple of weeks ago. I’ll probably write about that next week after I calm down a bit, but until then, you are going to have to trust me, it was a brilliant idea. Just needed a set of dying royals that like this song.

So, what changed my plan? Let me tell you. Sometime after I left the house this morning at 10:30am. and before my roommate/landlord Turlaugh (Gerald) came home at 6:30PM someone backed into the driveway and beat the tongue lock on Gerad’s SCA trailer off with a hammer and STOLE THE DAMN TRAILER.

Let me repeat that in case you missed it; THEY STOLE THE DAMN TRAILER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pardon me,but I just have to say….ARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stored inside of the trailer, were: three Panther pavilions, (Turlaugh’s, Gresch’s, and Lucas), a  16×20 garage style pavilion, 4 wooden camp beds, two large kerosene heaters, a wooden “throne” style chair, a huge gas grill and four propane bottles, nine coolers, and all of the other camp equipment. All of the bedding, sleeping bags, and other equipment that right now I am to fracking angry to remember.

Oh, and as they were leaving (well, I assume it was while they were leaving), they also loaded up his riding lawnmower, a brand new push mower, and his weed-eater. They had to break into the storage shed out back to get the damn mower and weed-eater.

Now, I know this cesspit of a city has a high crime rate, but the police were less than helpful. I know they are over worked, and I have to admit they do a job I wouldn’t do on a bet, but for the love of all gods, how can somebody steal a trailer in broad day light and none of the frackin’ neighbors not notice it? My neighbor, the retired guy across the streat notices EVERYTHING that happens on this street, but he told the cops he didn’t see anything. Yeah, right.

Yes, the trailer is/was insured, but the insurance company told Turlaugh that in order to be compensated for the items in the trailer he would have to provide receipts or pictures of everything. Like that is going to happen. And yes, it could have been much worse: They could have gotten into the house, they could have stolen everything in the house, etc., etc.

I’m angry. It’s making my roommate physically ill. Not only is he justifiably upset, but he feels a responsibility for the property that the others in the household had stored in his trailer. Of course they have told him they don’t blame him, but he blames himself.

I just blame the poxed, leprous scum that stole the trailer. I blame the syphilitic, crack junkies that would rather steal than work. I blame them, and no one else.

I know that they can probably sell the more mundane items.  The mower, the grill, the propane bottles, etc., I’m sure that those will all be sold quickly. Hell, they will probably be able to sell the trailer itself without much trouble. I can’t imagine they will be able to sell the pavilions, the camp beds, and the specific SCA gear very easily. I sincerely hope that we will be able to recover it, but I won’t be holding my breath.

It is my sincere hope that those baboon brained fart breathers that stole the trailer and other items come down with boils. Red, itching boils that break out first on their genitals and spread, as they swell and rupture, to all other areas of their bodies. I hope the radios in their vehicles and homes all malfunction and will only play Michael Bolton music. I hope their bowels loosen  and that their sinuses get plugged up for the rest of their lives. I hope they are afflicted with a case of body odor that would make the scent of decaying meat seem like sweet perfume. I hope their home cable networks get stuck on the All NIXON ALL THE TIME network. I hope their wives leave them and that they all get audited by the IRS every year for the rest of their pathetic, miserable lives.

In other words, I hope they suffer.


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Random Thoughts On a Wednesday Evening.

So, got the urge to write a post tonight, but have absolutely no idea what to write about, this is a problem. I get the feeling this is going to be random, not cohesive and generally fairly boring. You have been warned.

Random thought 1: I really don’t like payday. You see payday is also bill paying day. I miss the joys of being younger and actually having the majority (sometimes a slim majority, to be sure) of my check left over after paying bills. I am lucky enough that I am able to keep my bills paid on time with my income, but still, I wish I had some more to save after doing so.  I should be thankful that I’m able to save any money at all; I know that. However, my particular industry (bill collecting), gives me plenty of lessons every day in just how important it is to not just thoughtlessly blow money. I’d hate to have my own company calling me trying to collect on something I owe.

Random thought 2: As I watched Dog Soldiers earlier today I was reminded of how much I enjoy British movies. Not only is that particular movie one of the better werewolf movies I’ve ever seen, but it also has some of the best dialogue of any horror movie ever made. I’ve watched a lot of british movies over the years: The Full Monty, Lock Stock and 2 Smoking Barrels, 28 Days Later, Hot Fuzz, ….the lists goes on. They have all been entertaining.

Random thought 3: I am so sick of the news about the presidential election. I majored in political science when I was in college and fully intened so spend my life working in governement in some way once I got out of college. Now, as we all know my life didn’t exactly work out that way, and there are a great number of things I wish I had done differently, but the fact that I didn’t end up working in government may be one of the few things good  things I can say about the way my life has turned out.
I was a true believer. I wanted to work as a professional campaign consultant. God!, I was so idealistic that it hurts to think about it now. I know the whole process is important, and I know that just having the right to vote is one of the greatest rights, and responsibilities, that citizens of this country have, but  I’ve grown so cynical about the whole process. I don’t believe any politician, no matter what party. They make all kinds of grandiose but non specific promises during the campaign, and when they get elected they seem to forget all them. ….
Bah, I could go on, and on, and on, ranting about politics, but  I just don’t want to think about it tonight.

Random Thought 4: I love As someone that is old enough to remember when MTV actually played music videos, I love being able to go to youtube and actually find old videos that I loved when I was in highschool. Particularly the one it wonders such as In a Big Country, by Big Country, Don’t Pay The Ferryman by Chris Deburg, See You in Hell By Grim Reaper, and many, many others. In some cases finding these old videos bring back fond memories of the song, the band, and of the time. In other cases, such as the case with the Grim Reaper video, I am forced to wonder if I was really that bloody clueless about what good music was.
Of course, also makes me realize just how glad I am that video cameras were not as cheap and as easy to use as they are now when I was younger, dumber, and drunker. If they had been there would have been far to many videos of me acting like a drunken jackass. Nobody needs to see that. Trust me on this.

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