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We are working on a very detailed letter with ten major items regarding the 27 officers and their "official responsibilities."
Chief Buckley thinks the public should just hand him their trust when too many bad incidents have occurred by employees of 100 Main St.
A stalker called today with more police threats, saying that 27 cops will now come after this editor.
Well, that proves my point about "official responsibilities," doesn't it? And why anyone thinking of pulling a Donald Trump retaliation, attacking a whistleblower, just gives us an excuse to remove those reprehensible individuals.
Think about it this way: let's say you are a lying, thieving city councilor, fat, stupid and full of rage?
You have an equally fat stupid friend who may be going around committing crimes on your behalf, telephone harassment and violence.
Fathead's loyal pet snake then stalks you at a restaurant on the Mystic River and starts abusing his wife in front of you, raising his voice to her, making a spectacle of himself in public and in front of a reporter.
If the bastard abuses his own allegedly alcoholic wife in public, what do you think he will do to you?
The individual in question called by residents "skum" (scum with a "k" for effect!) - dangerous and all sorts of other terms.
When Roseanne Bar and Louis Anderson had the two tons of fun tour (good old Louis was hitting on a guitar player friend of mine in a coffee shop in Hollywood...i represented the guitarist, he had an audition with Peter Wolf, and we were flown to Indianapolis and Los Angeles back in the day...1991...wow...so long ago...) ...well, If you take a criminal city councilor and his overweight criminal friend you have the Two Tons of Skum tour, don't you?
Hopefully it will be playing at Cedar Junction.
Permanently.
The poor drunk thing will be free of her abusive hubby...and she can then drink to her heart's content...with his abusive money...
didn't the bastard get fired? No wonder he's busy busy busy stalking someone he's in love with and jealous of.
UGLEEEEEEE.....
Fixated on this handsome senior.
Now THAT'S scary.
Hey, disgraced judge P.C. - we realize you are crying in your drink because you have the same initials as a different rogue ex city councilor, but do us a favor. When you see the Two Tons of Skum tour coming your way rub your robe on Maiocco's bald head, make a wish, throw it at the Slobbsey Bobbsey Twins, and run like the dickens and get the hell out of Dodge.
Happy Sunday Morning. Have fun at Alexander's with Uncle Bob. And when it comes to your friends D.E.J. (disgraced ex judge,) you'd better shop around ...because when those two walk in to Alexander's you'll feel like you're in a remake of CALTIKI: THE BLOB...and Steve McQueen won't be there to save you from the blubber...it'll be like the infamous Molasses meltdown in the city of Boston about a hundred years ago...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QpKqvdamEW4
