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That time Secret Service got me... =(
3 years ago
"If you think no one cares about you...
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yeah im not too proud of this one, but it makes another great story... damn, you know, i really should be writing an autobiography or something, ive had the craziest life so far... =P
So, summer 2004... this was a bad summer for me because i lost my dearest friend in the world growing up, my cat Mai-Kai August 9th, 2004 and my 39th b-day was coming up and i wasnt looking forward to saying goodbye to a wild decade. Ack, 40s! So needless to say i was in a pretty rotten mood already.
it was a Friday night, i think maybe a few days after my b-day, im still getting over my cat's death (to make it worse, i watched him and held his paw while he was being put to sleep and it was just the saddest thing ive ever witnessed...) and im playing a chess game online with some idiot and theres this option where we can chat in another window while we play.
So im playing with this idiot and he suddenly starts trash-talking about how hes gonna beat my ass in this game and so forth. THEN he starts talking about Bush and how great he is. now...folks, i dont care what your politics are (well, thats wrong, i fucking hate all you ultra-conservatives and Trump-fucks now so dont you dare follow or talk to me)... but i was still angry over my cat, i wasnt exactly HAPPY about Bush leading us into an Iraq War we had no real business getting into, and still a little steamed about the whole 2000 Election (we should have stormed the Capital that day in 2001, they couldnt have stopped millions of us ) nor was i too thrilled about 9/11 and the aftermath and yeah i still have a lot of bitterness over that, how lax our defenses were (or if maybe it was an inside job somehow) ...so ANYWAY.... i might have said something to this idiot like: "well...i really hope someone's waiting for him in Iowa and will take care of him." then he got defensive like, "what did you say?" aaaaand.... I may have followed up with something like "yeah, maybe someone will take him down with a bullet to the head and no more problems." aaaaaand i might have said the coop-de-gracie, "maybe it'll be me that does it."
Okay, yeah i screwed up...
Uhhh... about a WEEK later, Leilani gets a phone call... Secret Service Dept. in Independence, Ohio.
D'OH!!!!!
I saw her face when she got the call and first thing she says is "WHAT???????!!!!!!" and...it was so loud our substitute kittens for Mai-Kai scattered... and somehow i knew what this call was about.
Turns out that chess idiot reported the whole conversation to the SS.
Quickly we called one of her lawyer friends who dashed over, and we somehow managed to get this to blow over (death of my cat, unstable mindframe, birthday, etc.) and after a quick poke around our house to check for weapons or anything, i got a Polaroid taken of me. (YES, A POLAROID! THEY DO THAT!) There was an amusing incident however when one of the kittens was so scared and dashed and hid in the basement and the main SS agent went down with Leilani to help fetch her. :D plus he said, i swear to God, "well, im not seeing any pictures of Bush with a crosshairs or anything, so...i think we're good here."
Then we all had some tea and talked for a little bit about the politics... i got the feeling from these men that they were just doing their job, and probably hated Bush too. So, lawyer and SS agents left rather politely, no handcuffs, no hauling me off to jail, no charges...
Whew...
Did i learn a lesson, you say? well... i did learn this. if you wish your president would die a thousand deaths?
KEEP IT TO YOURSELF. :D
So, summer 2004... this was a bad summer for me because i lost my dearest friend in the world growing up, my cat Mai-Kai August 9th, 2004 and my 39th b-day was coming up and i wasnt looking forward to saying goodbye to a wild decade. Ack, 40s! So needless to say i was in a pretty rotten mood already.
it was a Friday night, i think maybe a few days after my b-day, im still getting over my cat's death (to make it worse, i watched him and held his paw while he was being put to sleep and it was just the saddest thing ive ever witnessed...) and im playing a chess game online with some idiot and theres this option where we can chat in another window while we play.
So im playing with this idiot and he suddenly starts trash-talking about how hes gonna beat my ass in this game and so forth. THEN he starts talking about Bush and how great he is. now...folks, i dont care what your politics are (well, thats wrong, i fucking hate all you ultra-conservatives and Trump-fucks now so dont you dare follow or talk to me)... but i was still angry over my cat, i wasnt exactly HAPPY about Bush leading us into an Iraq War we had no real business getting into, and still a little steamed about the whole 2000 Election (we should have stormed the Capital that day in 2001, they couldnt have stopped millions of us ) nor was i too thrilled about 9/11 and the aftermath and yeah i still have a lot of bitterness over that, how lax our defenses were (or if maybe it was an inside job somehow) ...so ANYWAY.... i might have said something to this idiot like: "well...i really hope someone's waiting for him in Iowa and will take care of him." then he got defensive like, "what did you say?" aaaaand.... I may have followed up with something like "yeah, maybe someone will take him down with a bullet to the head and no more problems." aaaaaand i might have said the coop-de-gracie, "maybe it'll be me that does it."
Okay, yeah i screwed up...
Uhhh... about a WEEK later, Leilani gets a phone call... Secret Service Dept. in Independence, Ohio.
D'OH!!!!!
I saw her face when she got the call and first thing she says is "WHAT???????!!!!!!" and...it was so loud our substitute kittens for Mai-Kai scattered... and somehow i knew what this call was about.
Turns out that chess idiot reported the whole conversation to the SS.
Quickly we called one of her lawyer friends who dashed over, and we somehow managed to get this to blow over (death of my cat, unstable mindframe, birthday, etc.) and after a quick poke around our house to check for weapons or anything, i got a Polaroid taken of me. (YES, A POLAROID! THEY DO THAT!) There was an amusing incident however when one of the kittens was so scared and dashed and hid in the basement and the main SS agent went down with Leilani to help fetch her. :D plus he said, i swear to God, "well, im not seeing any pictures of Bush with a crosshairs or anything, so...i think we're good here."
Then we all had some tea and talked for a little bit about the politics... i got the feeling from these men that they were just doing their job, and probably hated Bush too. So, lawyer and SS agents left rather politely, no handcuffs, no hauling me off to jail, no charges...
Whew...
Did i learn a lesson, you say? well... i did learn this. if you wish your president would die a thousand deaths?
KEEP IT TO YOURSELF. :D
oh man, i hate you. =P
I read the stories, i heard what sometimes happens in these cases. Federal charges, possible fines/prison... thank god the lawyer got there before the SS did.
I'm too dangerous here.