A nice bit of local news caught by David Brauer:
A Lakeville man says local cops violated his rights by marching into his house at 3 a.m., banging on his walls and shining a flashlight on his face. Why? The police were leaving reminders on open or unlocked doors, windows and garage doors. Why did they overstep boundaries? According to the PiPress’s Maricella Miranda, the homeowner’s “garage door was open, the TV was on, keys to his truck were in the ignition and the door to his house was ajar.” The ACLU says that’s no excuse.
Implied in all of this is the notion that it’s not trespassing if the door is unlocked, and if the keys are in the ignition, it’s legal to steal a vehicle.
Leaving your door unlocked and your keys in the truck might be stupid, but that doesn’t have much to do with the law.
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Pictures of Archbishop Nienstedt’s “missing” jewelry here.
Because everyone knows God doesn’t listen to your prayers if you don’t have gemstones embedded in your crucifix.
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Scott Russell on how a long chain of Republican/Jesse Ventura style governors have left Minnesota with fewer public chem dep programs than any other states other than Texas and Arkansas.
More Republican governance to be proud of. Every chem dep program you fund means two less cops you need on the street.
And yes, I just made that up, but doesn’t it sound truthy?
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Tild, being nastier than I thought she could be.
Well excerpted, and well tagged. Besides, if you can’t kick the dead, who can you kick?
Do click the link or you’ll miss gems like this:
….let alone [Jesse Helms'] bigotry and hatred, should have meant that when his demented, crippled body finally gave out, his corrupt soul would have plunged immediately into the flames of hell for an eternity of being forced to give blow jobs to insatiable barbed-dick demons who’d plunge their spur-topped cocks so deeply into his mouth that they’d rip through the back of his head.
More from Ganesha.
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Hmm, I suppose it would be in poor form to name a second Cunt of the Day on this new feature’s first day out of the box.
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(Just so long as you never buy precooked bratwurst, aka pre-digested loose stools.)
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Every review I saw said the same thing: Hancock stinks.
Wanna guess what it did over the weekend, box office wise?
Never trust a movie that steals the protagonist’s name from the world of gay porn. And please note that that last link is insanely unsafe to open at work, home or anywhere you wouldn’t want to be seen with an erection.
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Coulda been worse. They could have named it “Buck Naked.”
You’re just bitter because you just learned our homies smell a little gamey now and then.
(yeah, I’m reading your blog and know what you’re up to!)
Nasty? Me? And not just nasty but nastier than you thought I could be?
What a crock. It’s a well known fact that I am not nasty in the slightest. I have been called “astonishingly unhinged at times”, but you have to remember I’m postmenopausal and everybody knows that’s some seriously scary shit.
Overall tho, the common wisdom is that I’m not even a 1 on a ten point scale of difficulty, so relax everybody — Kindly old Auntie Tild won’t bite you. Unless you ask nicely.
Well, since the nastiness was all imported, I think it’s still safe to leave the kids with Auntie Tild.