More “you can’t make this stuff up.”
Warning: Language and bad taste.
Louis DiNatale, a retired Army sergeant major, told the Los Angeles Times that he hadn’t planned on entering Canada, but was “misdirected by an unreliable GPS.” He asked if he could turn around, but Canadian border patrol agents refused to allow him to.
The agents ultimately searched his car, found a pistol in the center console, and arrested him for smuggling.
Sounds like the agents may have overreached to me, but it also sounds as if he might have been an eensy-weensy bit high-handed, a tactic that does not win friends, but which does, indeed, influence people.
Also, he clearly wasn’t paying attention to the road or he would have seen the signs. Canada’s kind of big not to notice.
You can’t make this stuff up.
Police track down masked robber by tracking down the mask:
Based on information received from an anonymous tip, along with surveillance photos and interviews, investigators learned that the mask worn by the suspect had been ordered from a special effects mask-making company located in Seabrook, N.H. Known as a “RAJ” mask, it was one of only about 17 made-to-order masks the company had manufactured.
The moral: Don’t use a Lamborghini as a getaway car. There aren’t many of them and they tend to get noticed.
You can’t make this stuff up.
The Wauwatosa couple received an anonymous letter in the mail this month.
“It’s a little upsetting seeing, hearing and reading about someone’s vacations all year while we all can’t afford one,” it said.
The letter went on to tell them to stop being so selfish and have some kids.
More frolics at the link.
It’s almost certainly coming soon to your area:
Lt. David White said the scheme involves a person claiming to be a Henry County (Va.–ed.) law enforcement officer, threatening that a person or their family member has missed jury duty. If they don’t pay up, the scam goes, they’ll be arrested.
White said the scammers have told people to meet them at Walgreens, CVS or Walmart locations to hand over money.
“We want to assure the public from all law enforcement agencies — local, state and federal — that we do not call and ask for money in lieu of being arrested,” White said.
Cop it, the cheese!
“indecent acts with dairy products.” The copy editor had fun krafting this one.
It’s a slice of reality.
The Navy resorts to “roving patrols” to reduce sexual assaults.
The patrols, conducted each night by two-person teams, are one of numerous initiatives launched last year by the Navy to crack down on military sexual assault, following a Pentagon report last spring that estimated as many as 26,000 instances of unwanted sexual contact took place over the prior 12 months. The report, and a number of high-profile scandals, brought the issue to the fore and highlighted a culture throughout the branches that tolerated sexual assault and retaliation against service members who reported assaults.
Your tax dollars at work.
Words fail me.
I got checked out of the super market the other day by a Bieber belieber.
Couldn’t tell whether it was a boy or a girl (think it was girl). The nametag said “Justin Bieber [some last name],” and the hairstyle was Beiberous.
Santa (or someone) brought a new Nintendo DS, with extra features.
But when Mayhew’s son opened the file, there were already pictures in it. But not just any pictures — images an 8-year-old should never see.
Mayhew said the Nintendo DS had at a dozen pornographic pictures. He now wants to know where they came from.
Somewhere, somebody is wondering where his (and you know it’s “his”–a woman wouldn’t be so stupid) pictures got to.
. . . there seems to be a war on Hanukkah decorations.
What troubles me about this sort of stuff is the aimless malicious pettiness of it all.
But, again, mankind is an aimless malicious petty species.
Tampa’s John Romano suffers a Christmas loss:
He would stand out in the yard with head held high, as if all those wreaths and lights were there simply to draw attention to him.
And then one night, without warning or mercy, he was gone.
Someone stole my %!@$ Rudolph.
This looks like a scene from a particularly inane TV detective show’s Christmas episode.
Warning: Language from the bystanders.