Not that I can recall--because that is simply suicidal. Heck, crossing with the light at a crosswalk is dangerous enough, since I usually wind up waiting longer for the red-light runners than for the light.
Jarlaxle wrote:Not that I can recall--because that is simply suicidal. Heck, crossing with the light at a crosswalk is dangerous enough, since I usually wind up waiting longer for the red-light runners than for the light.
Yeah, I worry about that all the time, too. That, and falling into open manholes. Its crazy out there. Clearly, the only solution to Americas problems is pulling a minor hlocaust on the immigrant population.
I have no problem with immigrants in general (I'd better not, since I married one). My problem is with the CRIMINAL ALIENS WHO ARE IN THIS COUNTRY ILLEGALLY.
That's good, I guess I misunderstood you. I know many people who are in the country illegally, but I don't know any CRIMINAL ALIENS who are here illegally.
This is probably pretty good 'cause I HATE their PROBING and DRILLING MY TEETH <<shudders violently>>. You are welcome to kill them, 'cause we all hate them....
As far as jaywalkers and the rest of the criminal misfits worthy of vitriolic hatred and scorn... a little song courtesy of Gilbert and Sullivan:
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[KO-KO with CHORUS OF MEN]
As some day it may happen that a victim must be found,
I've got a little list--I've got a little list
Of society offenders who might well be underground,
And who never would be missed--who never would be missed!
There's the pestilential nuisances who write for autographs--
All people who have flabby hands and irritating laughs--
All children who are up in dates, and floor you with 'em flat--
All persons who in shaking hands, shake hands with you like _that_--
And all third persons who on spoiling tete-a-tetes insist--
They'd none of 'em be missed--they'd none of 'em be missed!
CHORUS. He's got 'em on the list--he's got 'em on the list;
And they'll none of 'em be missed--they'll none of
'em be missed.
There's the banjo serenader, and the others of his race,
And the piano-organist--I've got him on the list!
And the people who eat peppermint and puff it in your face,
They never would be missed--they never would be missed!
Then the idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone,
All centuries but this, and every country but his own;
And the lady from the provinces, who dresses like a guy,
And who "doesn't think she waltzes, but would rather like to
try";
And that singular anomaly, the lady novelist--
I don't think she'd be missed--I'm sure she'd not he missed!
CHORUS. He's got her on the list--he's got her on the list;
And I don't think she'll be missed--I'm sure
she'll not be missed!
And that Nisi Prius nuisance, who just now is rather rife,
The Judicial humorist--I've got him on the list!
All funny fellows, comic men, and clowns of private life--
They'd none of 'em be missed--they'd none of 'em be missed.
And apologetic statesmen of a compromising kind,
Such as--What d'ye call him--Thing'em-bob, and
likewise--Never-mind,
And 'St--'st--'st--and What's-his-name, and also You-know-who--
The task of filling up the blanks I'd rather leave to you.
But it really doesn't matter whom you put upon the list,
For they'd none of 'em be missed--they'd none of 'em be
missed!
CHORUS. You may put 'em on the list--you may put 'em on the list;
And they'll none of 'em be missed--they'll none of
'em be missed!
-- W. S. Gilbert
