Fuckin stupid ass pigs, I hate the cops around here, not only are they
all a bunch of fuckin Nazi skinhead wannabes, but they also RAPE
teenage girls...although so far only one of them has actually been put
behind bars for it, but it's not liak it's some big sekrat that most
of the rest of them were doing (and possible still are doing it).
Problem is they scared most of the girls into keeping their mouths
shut (except for the one who spoke up five years after and nailed the
cop whose now behind bars).

 --

Onideus Mad Hatter
mhm ¹ x ¹
http://www.backwater-productions.net
http://www.backwater-productions.net/hatter-blog

Hatter Quotes
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"You're only one of the best if you're striving to become one of the
best."

"I didn't make reality, Sunshine, I just verbally bitch slapped you
with it."

"I'm not a professional, I'm an artist."

"Your Usenet blinders are my best friend."

"Usenet Filters - Learn to shut yourself the fuck up!"

"Drugs killed Jesus you know...oh wait, no, that was the Jews, my
bad."

"There are clingy things in the grass...burrs 'n such...mmmm..."

"The more I learn the more I'm killing my idols."

"Is it wrong to incur and then use the hate ridden, vengeful stupidity
of complete strangers in random Usenet froups to further my art?"

"Freedom is only a concept, like race it's merely a social construct
that doesn't really exist outside of your ability to convince others
of its relevancy."

"Next time slow up a lil, then maybe you won't jump the gun and start
creamin yer panties before it's time to pop the champagne proper."

"Reality is directly proportionate to how creative you are."

"People are pretty fucking high on themselves if they think that
they're just born with a soul. *snicker*...yeah, like they're just
givin em out for free."

"Quible, quible said the Hare. Quite a lot of quibling...everywhere.
So the Hare took a long stare and decided at best, to leave the rest,
to their merry little mess."

"There's a difference between 'bad' and 'so earth shatteringly
horrible it makes the angels scream in terror as they violently rip
their heads off, their blood spraying into the faces of a thousand
sweet innocent horrified children, who will forever have the terrible
images burned into their tiny little minds'."

"How sad that you're such a poor judge of style that you can't even
properly gauge the artistic worth of your own efforts."

"Those who record history are those who control history."

"I am the living embodiment of hell itself in all its tormentive rage,
endless suffering, unfathomable pain and unending horror...but you
don't get sent to me...I come for you."

"Ideally in a fight I'd want a BGM-109A with a W80 250 kiloton
tactical thermonuclear fusion based war head."

"Tell me, would you describe yourself more as a process or a
function?"

"Apparently this group has got the market cornered on stupid.
Intelligence is down 137 points across the board and the forecast
indicates an increase in Webtv users."

"Is my .sig delimiter broken?  Really?  You're sure?  Awww,
gee...that's too bad...for YOU!"    `, )

--
But they spend 90% of their time standing there looking stupid and (in
your case) eyeballing everyone and wondering how they look naked.
gregvk on what he thinks WalMart greeters do.

In the immortal words of §ñühw¤£f:
This is you not giving a shit?
HA HA I MADE YUO POST!
I win & stuff.

"Over the years, I've seen many jerks come and go. The latest crop is
not as smart. They're less ass and more hole or is it the other way
around? <snicker>" The Daring Dufas

How do he produce so much doo-doo so fast? It's amazing!
The Daring Dufas

Yeah, UPS, Usenet Performance Stupidity.  ^_^
Onideus Mad Hatter

Golly Wiggle!
Uncle Monster

AFAIK, they could have stopped you from shooting the roman candles down
the street just on the general principle that you were "creating a
nuisance," which is a nice catch-all for stopping people from doing
anything that they find annoying.  Anything at all, as long as they can
legitimately make the case that it *is*, in fact, a nuisance.

Pretty much anything that you do, that would have caused your mother to
say "Stop that or you'll put your little brother's eye out," when you
were ten, is something the cops are allowed to tell you to stop.

Last year, I dreamed up a clever little fireworks project, and it didn't
work out, but I learned some very important lessons from my failure.  

I bought a few boxes of those little "contact poppers" that go BANG when
you throw them against the ground.  Those things are actually class 1
explosives, so unstable that they'll detonate on impact, and you don't
need a match to set them off.  Nitroglycerine and fulminate of mercury
are in that category, and it's a *much* more dangerous kind of explosive
than prissy, little class 2 fireworks, like wimpy firecrackers made of
pathetic gun powder.

My plan was to dissect all the poppers in the boxes, collect all the
fulminate (or whatever it is) together into one pile and smack it with a
hammer, of course taking proper safety precautions like wearing very
heavy work gloves and hiding behind something big and heavy when I
trigger it.  :]

I found that the poppers are little tubes of brown crystals, plugged at
the ends with a white powder, and I spent an hour delicately slicing
open the tubes with an x-acto knife, to collect the crystals in a dish.  
Only one of them went off in my hand.  :)  I wrapped the pile snugly in
a couple of layers of napkin, got my hammer and took everything outside.  
:o

Wearing safety glasses and crouching behind my car, I reached around to
smack it with the hammer, and when I whacked it, my reward for all my
planning and effort was a big, fat nothing.  :O  For good measure, I
socked it a few more times, before going inside, puzzled.

From this, I learned that explosive is not the brown crystals but the
white powder, and that the brown crystals are just sand, which give the
poppers enough inertia to make it explode when the tube is throun
against something.  The powder is very light, and there isn't very much
of it.

I consider myself very lucky that it didn't detonate, because I forgot
one of the cardinal rules of working with explosives that you've never
worked with before - don't use too much.  ?:b~  I had probably
accumulated enough of the stuff that, had it exploded, it might have
made a loud enough bang to attract the attention of whole neighborhood
and the police.

Unlike yourself, who managed to make fools out of the cops, an explosion
that large might have gotten me accused of making a bomb, and we all
know how the cops feel about people who make bombs.  The blast might
have also hurt my hand, through the heavy work glove, and tossed the
hammer into something I didn't want broken, like my car.

The guy who sold me the poppers didn't set up his temporary fireworks
shop this year, and anyhow, I was broke that weekend, so I wouldn't have
bought the stuff.  But the most important thing that I learned is that
there are engineers somewhere, who know precisely how many grams of
inertia are required to add to how many milligrams of explosive, to get
trigger it, when thrown up against a hard surface, at whatever velocity
is achieved when an ordinary person throws one of them

If anybody can tell me how to do that calculation, I'll give -=Biscuit=-
a blow job.