Posted by Diarmuid on June 06, 2001 at 07:03:30:
In Reply to: More venting posted by Riv on June 06, 2001 at 03:07:44:
Well, sooner or later, this guy will be in jail. Then he will get butt-raped repeatedly. He has a pretty good chance of getting AIDS from that. Even if he doesn't, he'll be in agony when taking a dump for most of the rest of his life. Chances are he'll get remorseful. You could maybe change careers and become a prison guard. That way, you can arrange for pickpockets to be forced into cells with the booty bandits. And, of course, you can play football with pickpockets' heads all the live long day. Prison construction is growing exponentially. It's a sure-fire growth area. You want the job, it's there.
Just some practial suggestions for dealing with your anger.
: Writing may make me feel better?
: What sort of 'philosophy' is this that says a so called human person can commit crime and feel no remorse or guilt? Not care what another feels? {This knocked me into my 4 wing?} What lack of any spiritual value or true self esteem can make anyone so low, so filthy?
: I say intentional criminals. Person A can get angry at Person B for a reason. Person B may fuel the flames some more and one thing leads to another. I don't agree with it, its stupid and insane to let a feud turn into violence. To lose control or actually think you are losing control since I never saw anyone lose control if Person B was Mike Tyson, John Gotti or The President for that matter.
: Its stupid, insane, dangerous and meaningless to lose control.
: But I don't call someone like that an intentional criminal. He didn't go out of his house with the mindset of picking an innocent person to victimize. Or the Vigilante who catches his car being broken into for the tenth time. Like I was saying before P, there are always degrees.
: These career criminal bastards who wake up in the morning and have their day planned out? Nothing good comes out of them. Send them to jail and they find Jesus? Great for the parole board to consider. I mean even I have been called naive. Put me on the parole board and I would have no compassion for career criminals or those who were violent for no reason. Put me on a jury and this nice guy looking 5 nerd would speak out for the max for any of these intentional criminals and hold out until they carry me out.
: And would GLADLY pull the switch myself on Mc Veigh, Manson, Ferguson et al.
: The guy who actually picked my pocket? I remember now that the bus was jam packed and this motherfucker seemed to be glued or literally hooked to my left pocket that I couldn't even move. And I thought it was an accident or something accidental from the white small sheet or whatever it was he held and so I felt my wallet there and my mind went back to wanting to get to my stop. And you know this was planned.
: Funny thing was that I had a feeling all day I was going to get robbed. As a rational 5, I didn't take it serious. No, I don't ever get this feeling and this was strong. And there were a lot of ways that I could have taken another bus. Timing in life is everything, P.
: I was also thinking today {yesterday} about a couple of incidents before this happened where I went after guys-when I was younger and almost got violent. Well one time was when I was 8 or 9, but it was a similar thing involving two jackals just like the three or four today. It isn't that I wouldn't heed a psychic message but I have to know all the particulars, right? before I know WHEN to cross the street and where to cross the street so to speak.
: _Riv
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: : : ***Today in SLC on a bus a person was getting off and was fatally
: : : stabbed by another passenger.
: : : So dont feel too bad.
: : There are always different grades of feeling, I guess P. You could also say that today in SLC somebody got the lucky break they were waiting for and so I should feel cheated, sad, rage or philosophical like a 5. Its not just the money but you know what's in a 5's wallet?
: : Someone should do a post on that question.
: : I remember 30 things. That's just what I remember. BASTARDS! Got to vent. You understand! Credit cards, bank cards, insurance cards, phone numbers, social security card, photo ID, news items. And what else? I don't remember.
: : Plus $90.
: : Oh yes, calling cards and more.
: : I appreciate you posting me tonight and I mean it. It means that in my book you are aces and a guy with a good heart. My heart is still beating fast. You know THESE MOTHERFUCKING PIECES OF SHIT don't care one iota about the effect it has on the victim. Soulless bastards. I am not a saint but at least I have a conscience when it comes to the innocent. I admit that I have no feelings of sympathy for intentional criminals and if these guys wound up dead? Beautiful.
: : I mean how can so called people go through life intentionally causing sadness, grief, anger to people and not feel guilt? What kind of trash calls itself and looks human? Where's justice? Cops? Real tough on TV but here they'd rather harass double parked cars then go after actual criminals. And these dirtbag criminals? How can they not care that they ruin somebody's day or year or life? They have less honor than a rat.
: : Meanwhile you see some educated, decent, civilized people on this board that wouldn't even jaywalk and they have all this guilt, all this angst.
: : There's got to be some meaning behind all this, guy.
: : _Riv
: : :
: : : : I'm fucking in shock. I got my pocket picked today losing including bank card, credit card, photo id, picture id, social security card and other valuable things. I don't feel like talking much about it. Cops couldn't find me for over an hour and all they did was make out a report.
: : : : Big fucking deal. Report.
: : : : I was on a SRO bus {Standing Room Only}. One guy {and I don't know the type or what does it matter?} kept bumping into me. This guy was short, about 5'1' and wearing a nice shirt and tie. Looked like he was coming home from an office job. The other guy behind him was big and heavy maybe 6 feet and dressed street. They didn't look related but the big guy gave him a few nods as if to say something so I knew they were friends.
: : : : But.
: : : : A third guy was to my left and appeared holding on for dear life. But I dimly remembered his hand on the top of my pocket and thought it was strange and a white cloth in the palm of his that was by my pocket. So I looked at him, he was about 5'10' and wore a blue polka dot shirt but I didn't pay much attention and only recalled it later.
: : : : I wanted to get off that crowded bus.
: : : : At my stop, a lot of the people got off. I noticed my pocket felt light and ran back on. Those guys {I still didn't realize there was any team} must have scattered but one guy said to me {a fourth member? I didn't remember the guy who talked to me when I got back on but I dimly remember another one in there} some guy in a red shirt did something funny and got off. I went running looking for a red shirt that I swear I was going to jump because I don't think I could get anywhere by yelling. And I doubt I would have jumped anyone.
: : : :
: : : : Of course no red shirt.
: : : : _Riv