Thursday, September 15, 2005
this one's fat like your mother, contains less calories
Everytime I have nothing better to do I find myself infront of the TV, watching some shitty show called, "US Marshals: The True Story".
You'd think that the name itself would direct me elsewhere, to say, free porn, food, or harassing some bush leaguer.
However.
However, it's easy to look back and see how easily enthused I am with the desire to watch how the hunt for Americas most wanted, on the loose, hiding in the back alleys of Los Angeles, OG's, turns out.
It's my firm belief, rooted deep somewhere in my mind that each time the SWAT gear, m15s and more recently, huge battering ram shields, come out, that the end result will be blood, guts, and possibly rock ground into the face of the culprit. The Marshals will take down some number of (undoubtedly) African Americans (because everyone knows a large, white, pork rind gnawing minority needs to see the "minority" go down), usually three or four if we're lucky, and the end result should, if in fact there is a right and a wrong in the enforcement of the American legal system, be the right one. Whichever that is.
Disappointingly enough, you can see where this is going. Nothing brutal happens. No one is killed, brutally maimed or horrifically dismembered. No maces, no jumping hand grenades, and not even one board with a nail in it.
The fugitives, who by this point I'm questioning whether they did, in fact, grow up in the hard up ghettos, always go down easily. Or sometimes, not at all. That is not to say the Marshals don't capture them - they always do - but more than never, the raved about bad ass, evader of justice, rock runner, bail skipper, court eater, is laying on the fucking floor with one arm behind his back.
Oh well. It beats Cops.
You'd think that the name itself would direct me elsewhere, to say, free porn, food, or harassing some bush leaguer.
However.
However, it's easy to look back and see how easily enthused I am with the desire to watch how the hunt for Americas most wanted, on the loose, hiding in the back alleys of Los Angeles, OG's, turns out.
It's my firm belief, rooted deep somewhere in my mind that each time the SWAT gear, m15s and more recently, huge battering ram shields, come out, that the end result will be blood, guts, and possibly rock ground into the face of the culprit. The Marshals will take down some number of (undoubtedly) African Americans (because everyone knows a large, white, pork rind gnawing minority needs to see the "minority" go down), usually three or four if we're lucky, and the end result should, if in fact there is a right and a wrong in the enforcement of the American legal system, be the right one. Whichever that is.
Disappointingly enough, you can see where this is going. Nothing brutal happens. No one is killed, brutally maimed or horrifically dismembered. No maces, no jumping hand grenades, and not even one board with a nail in it.
The fugitives, who by this point I'm questioning whether they did, in fact, grow up in the hard up ghettos, always go down easily. Or sometimes, not at all. That is not to say the Marshals don't capture them - they always do - but more than never, the raved about bad ass, evader of justice, rock runner, bail skipper, court eater, is laying on the fucking floor with one arm behind his back.
Oh well. It beats Cops.
