Mob rules baby

I'm sure this won't be a popular thing to say. My 10s of followers may in fact abandon me. But I'm going to say it. It's going to be political. IF you are one of the 5-10 who still come here, please read the whole thing before you decide spew forth teh hate.

More information is coming out of Fl about the, now famous, case of the neighborhood watch guy shooting the kid (trying not to trip too many search hits). I'll preface my opinion by saying it is absolutely tragic the kid was shot. I would not, under any circumstance want that on my conscious no matter how justified I may feel.

Should the guy have been following the kid? Maybe, maybe not. The guy was part of his neighborhood watch. Police encourage citizens to form neighborhood watches and patrol. What is the point of a NW if all you do is put up signs? So the guy sees the kid. He thinks the kid is suspicious. Was the guy profiling? You bet your ass. Should he? Sorry to say it, but probably. My Dad has had a real problem with crime in his neighborhood. Eventually they caught the kid responsible. He was a lone kid, wandering the neighborhood on foot, at night, wearing "street clothes". Yeah I'd probably call it in too. Perhaps the better choice would have been to simply call the police without ever leaving his car and let them deal with it. Do you really think the police would have come to investigate? I'm betting not. I can get the guy's action to a point. For sure his actions have put him in the position he's in now as public enemy number 1 (justified or not).

Let's talk about the kid for a second. Turns out he wasn't the angel after all. He was in trouble with his school for having a baggie with weed residue. There are now stories of tweets between he and a cousin of unprovoked violence against a bus driver. What was the kid doing there in the first place? Did he live there? It was a gated community.

According to transcripts the guy was following the kid while on the phone with the Police. They told him to quit. He said he returned to his vehicle. Then mayhem ensued.

The guy's story is he returned to his car and the kid jumped him. He was knocked to the ground, the kid repeatedly punched and slammed his head on the sidewalk. The kid grabbed for the gun. Fearing his life, he shot him.

Why the hell would the kid, much smaller than the guy, go after him? How could the kid knock him to the ground? How could the guy shoot a kid with only skittles and a drink in his hand?

Now we're hearing there is one, maybe 2 witnesses who did see the kid attack the guy. The guy had grass stains on his back, scrapes and cuts to his face and back of his head. The kid's girlfriend was on the phone with him and her story may support he attacked the guy.

The guy was clearly eager to do his job in the neighborhood watch. Maybe too eager. The kid was clearly no angel. Maybe the guy provoked the kid. Maybe the guy chased the kid and started a fight, ended up on the wrong side of an ass whooping and then used deadly force. Maybe he did walk away and the kid, pissed off at being followed with a history of bad choices, who decided to get some. Maybe the kid bum rushed the guy and caught him off guard. Maybe the guy was in fact just a fat geek with no history of violence completely unprepared to deal with 150 lbs of teenage gansta fury going off on him.

The media is doing a bang up job of inciting the populace into bounties against the guy, marches, protests, speeches on Capital Hill. Turning the guy into some crazed, racist vigilante with uncontrolled blood lust.

At the end of it all. A young kid is dead. The guy, no matter what the outcome will be the scourge of the earth. And no one really knows what the hell happened. Oh yeah, and the police have barely scratched the surface of the actual investigation. All of this is due to public outcry based on incomplete information.

Personally, I wouldn't be surprised if the guy did provoke the kid and shot him in cold blood. Nor would I be surprised if the kid did in fact beat the guy to the point where he feared his life. The circumstances leading up to the shooting are riddled with question marks from the guy's role in the watch to the kids motives and past. The stories (and they're just that at this point) of the actual shooting are suspect. Did witnesses really see anything (after all the source is the media)? What did the kid's girlfriend actually hear?

My point to this entire post is, NO ONE... and I mean NO ONE, not even the Justice Department knows what the hell actually happened at this point. For sure it is tragic. The only known is a kid is dead. Be patient. Let them investigate. Wait for all of the facts to come out. Then, and only then judge the incident.

Small load, I did it by hand

This ended up being long and drawn out. There are semi-interesting things towards the end though.

This weekend was a whirlwind of activity. It started first thing Friday morning. We had a massive outage over the weekend at work to complete some electrical upgrades several years in the making. All day Friday there were tons of last minute preparations.

I don't know what the hell people were thinking, but many decided to take the opportunity to install upgrades, or make changes. We kept trying to explain, we manage hundreds of systems. We have to shut them all down cleanly. Asking us to make changes while juggling it all is a disaster waiting to happen. Many of these decisions came Friday afternoon.

Which completely fucked me up because I also had a match to run. Yup, Saturday, in addition to the outage, was also the 1st Sat of the month. My weekend to run my little shootin match. It takes most of the afternoon the day before to set one of these up. While people were scrambling around wanting tons of stuff done at work, I had to bail (or at least tried to) to go to the range to prepare for that little event.

I finally pried myself out of the office and ran up to the range. Fortunately, I have really good help. A couple of the retired and self-employed guys went out earlier in the day and did a lot of the work for me. I built things until about 6pm.

When I got home, Mrs and I got into an argument. I'm planning to go to nearby southern State for a championship match in 2 weeks. I really need practice. Next weekend I was planning to go to mid-state city to shoot their match. Mrs has work to do and needs me to take care of C. Over the last 3 months, between work and personal, my ability to practice has dropped to nothing. I'm pretty frustrated because I've invested a significant amount of time, energy, and money into the sport. And it's all wasted if I don't practice. We had just come to an arrangement about the weekend, when my phone rang. It was my Dad. Guess who is deciding to come visit next weekend? FUCK!! Plans back out the window.

Between the argument and the conversation with my Dad I pretty much threw my hands up and sulked the rest of the night in the bedroom.

As you should all be aware, the weather in the south was FUCKED.... UP. Tornados. Massive amounts of rain. When I went to bed Friday night, my area was predicted to have 80-100% chance of rain. You would think we would cancel the match for weather. Many other shooting disciplines do. But not this one. We are hard fucking core. I've only seen 1 match cancelled in my years in the sport. And that was because the road to the range was underwater. I am expected to hold X number of events a year to keep my affiliation with the national organization. Until I get that number in, I feel tremendous pressure to hold them no matter what. That and I took the time to build the thing I damed sure want to get my money's worth.

Saturday morning I trekked to the range. It was overcast, but dry. The radar showed a wall of green headed our way though. Usually, when the weather is going to be nasty, we will have a hand full of die hards. I expected about 10-15 people including the people who set up and run it. We ended up with 50. I couldn't believe it. Everyone knew it was going to pour. But they came anyway.

So we trudged ahead. Sure as shit, not 5 minutes after we started the drops came. At first a drizzle. Then a steady rain. About 1/2 way through the day it turned into a deluge. People kept shooting. We trudged on.

Around 12:30, I had done all I could do. I had to be at work at 2pm. I made arrangements for someone to take over for me. I jumped in my truck and hauled ass back to my house. I only took about 10 minutes to pull out all of my equipment and lay it out to air out. Jumped in the shower. Then started working.

The outage was mostly 2 hours of furious activity followed by hours of waiting. During the wait period, C had show that had been on the schedule for a year. I hauled ass across town to watch that. I'm SO glad I did. Her show was amazing. She was great. It's amazing to see how much she has matured in some respects in the course of a year. Had I not been able to make it, I would've never realized just how much. By the time her show was over, I had to haul ass to get everyone back home. Then haul ass to work to complete the outage.

The outage went about as expected. Hours of chaos as we fought the little things involved with powering on an entire data center. Timing problems. Small config oversights. Each requiring individual attention and extreme organizational skills. None of which happen in the wee hours of the morning. But we got through it. I made it home around 2:30am.

I carefully slid into bed trying not to wake Mrs. I guess I wasn't successful. She slid over to me pressing her back against me. I was on my stomach, my hand by my side. When she slid against me I felt the cool smoothness of her ass against my hand. Hmm.. that's different. She moaned and pressed against me. I rolled over sliding my arm around her waist. She pressed back against me. I felt a tightness in my groin.

Usually she wears pajamas to ped. I thought of what the nakedness meant. Maybe she rubbed one out while I was gone. The tightness progressed to throbbing. My cock was pressed against her ass. I slid my hand along her side. A sound escaped from her lips "zzxxxzzzzzxzzzZZZZZZ'. Fuck.

I rolled over to, hopefully, fall asleep. She rolled over with me sliding her legs across my groin. I could feel the heat of her pussy against my thigh. The throbbing continued. As did the snoring. Fuck.

I rolled back to my stomach. Ever since I broke my elbow, I have to sleep with that arm along my side when I'm on my stomach. It is uncomfortable if it ends up under me. The weight of my body puts pressure at a weird angle. When I rolled to my stomach, she draped her leg across my butt. My hand naturally lay against her inner thigh. I gently stroked her thigh, not quite able to reach her pussy. She murmered... then snored. Fuck.

Giving up, I drifted off and slept hard. It had been one really long day.

I guess I'm getting too old for this shit. The next day I woke up with a splitting headache. I had all of the symptoms of a hangover, minus the actual alcohol. My head pounded. I was nauseous and had the cold sweats. I pounded advil and juice trying to get my blood sugar back up. Finally around noon I was able to crawl out of bed.

Mrs was running around doing Sunday morning type of things. Once I got rid of my headache and had some food, I felt immensely better. Picking back up where I left off at 3am. I eased up behind Mrs and ran a hand inside her robe. My mouth went to her neck and nibbled along the line just below her ear. She said "I have to take a shower". I said, but I'm just going to get you dirty again. "Shower... then..."

Whatever.. I knew the shower would drag on and on. Then she would do 20 other things. She and C had to be somewhere by mid-afternoon. I did a quick mental check list of how long it would take her, and when they would have to leave and concluded we would have about 5-10 minutes for sex. But I was horny and I AM a guy so... what the fuck. I know I'll get mine. 10 minutes is better than nothing.

So I waited. I heard the water turn off. Then I heard C in the bathroom talking to Mrs. Next thing I know, Mrs and C marched up the stairs. I waited... and waited.. She never came back down. Fuck it. I'm not going to go through the motions.

I grabbed all of the gear I had layed out from the previous day and the downpour and took it to my workbench to clean and oil. Another 20 minutes went by and I was up to my elbows in grease and gunk. Mrs poked her head in and said "Are you busy?". "yup". "You don't even have a few minutes??"... "Nope". "ok".

And that was that. She and C left about 20 minutes later. I surfed porn until I finally found something suitably arousing. 30 seconds of jerking off and I was over the whole thing. Like the punch line of a joke I heard when I was younger, It was a small load. I did it by hand.

Once Mrs got home, I spent a couple of hours dreading an attempt to seduce me. Per usual, it wasn't an issue. she was asleep on the couch by 7:30.

and then I was accosted by the CEO

I was sitting at a bar contemplating a drink to order. Someone walked up to me and said "Boy that woman just gave you a serious eat shit look". Really?? Me? I don't recall having ever been to the bar. Much less know anyone. A few minutes later the bartender walked over to take my order. She said "I wonder what her problem was. She really gave you the stink eye".

hmm.. two people mentioning a mystery woman giving me the stink eye. A few minutes later, a woman appeared in the door leading to the restaurant area. I did not recognize her. She immediately made eye contact with me and marched in my direction. She got about 10 steps when I realized, on her heels, was my ex-wife.

"Oh great" I thought. Some friend of Ex who feels the need to express some sisterhood bonding anti-male bash the ex moment. I was anticipating, with some delight I might add, breaking it to her the Ex could only have been hurt in the divorce by my lack of acceptance of her fucking 1/2 of my friends.

She marched up to me. I noticed, for the first time, how my ex has aged. I'll come back to that though. She demanded "You don't know who I am??". Oh shit... did I fuck her in a past life and forgot her?? Could it be some bizarre worlds colliding thing where to women who have shared all of my intimate bits have compared notes?!

I responded as cooly as I could "No clue". She huffed "I am the C.E.O. of XXX Company". Uuuuuuhhh.. oooo kayyy. What the fuck did this have to do with me. "I can NOT believe you didn't recognize me".

I'm guessing this was supposed to be some acknowledgement to my Ex she finally made something of herself. At long last she broke free of the chains of the world holding her down, relegating her to menial receptionist duties and blowing managers. That I didn't give a nod of approval as they entered the restaurant clearly sparked a fugue of indignity.

Then my alarm clock went off.

This gets chocked into the What.. THE fuck dream bucket. Ok so first thing, this is the first time I remember, in all the years since our divorce, not having a dream about the ex and sex. Usually, in my dreams we run into each other and somehow end up fucking. Second, her age. I always picture women from my past as they were back then. 20 something. 30 something. Whatever. But in this case, my dream was very realistic in that she definitely sported a couple of crows feet. A tiny wrinkle or two around the mouth. Not old like 80 something. Completely age appropriate. But definitely aged. The last thing interesting about the dream, I really have no idea who the CEO was. I don't recognize the face at all. I always thought people in your dreams were actually real people you know. I truly don't know this person. Unless it was a subconscious thing.

But she was hot. And I would've totally fucked her. And the ex FTW