Hello all my little troopers and welcome to Tales From the Strictline once again. Before we go on, I would like to personally thank some people.
First, once again a big thank you to William Rainey Harper College and their bookstore. Thank you once again for fucking me with ridicolously high book prices and coming up with more new editions
it makes Windows 2000 look outdated. You have fucked me once again and I would like to say thanks, but next time let me have a head start.
Secondly, to the syndicated press for reminding me that Princess Di died two years ago yesterday. Every time I hear it I have to say who cares? However,
this time I will say something different. I bet she was getting bent over in that limo before it crashed. (Just a joke loosen up, her ass did in the limo.)
Third, for every person I just offended by the above statement. You have made my day, and don't let someone who you never met, didn't know, and had no influence on your life bother you. If you are not from England
I don't want to hear about it. If you are, I am sorry. Maybe the queen will do better next time.
And finally, to the many people who showed up for the Nutcase Showcase. The people (Andy, Vicki, Tom, Brian), the bands (The Strand, The Dogs, The Box, The Bricks, The Aggression),
more importantly the people who came to check out the insanity. Without you, what's the point? and finally without a doubt, the biggest piece of monkey trash ever (The Rock) some of the fine sheriffs of Cook County.
Now Cook Cty, don't take that the wrong way. I only wanted to get a quote in from the Rock. You know rock? I think one of you guys smoked that before you came and busted up my show. That one guy was really psyched about ruining one of the best nights in Strictline history. I mean really, does this man get laid at home? I would think not. Especially because he seemed frusturated about coming over to the Filler's and tell us that we are too loud. Big deal. Drug dealers, kidnapping, homicide, serial killings are going on, and the county sends about 10 cars to the Filler's house for our party. Don't these guys have anything to do? I mean I thought we lived in a particularly good part of Cook County. Don't you have a crack bust in Maywood somewhere? This guy says to the guy who owns the place "we have been over this before." Yeah, and when you come over and say cut the show, we do. There was no need to bring the whole fucking rose parade to the Showcase.
The show was definitely one of the greats, and will go down for that. We were so happy about the awesome turn out, and many people showed their loyalty to SFR. It was just that moment when Grindbox was about done with their set, the police showed up. As a matter of fact, I had a hard time trying to get Jason to stop playing the drums. Oh well. The police however were not the only ones at fault. It appeared certain people yelled obscenities at the men in bl no brown. Now those fucking jagoffs have to realize that there are people in the backyard trying to have a good time and don't need to be fucked with by the police. Due to this reason, according to my sources, the police decided to stay and surrond the place.
Now I will admit, we weren't absolutely well behaved. But there was no music. The light from their spotlights was blinding us, so he decided to be a good guy and block the lights with his van. The police obviously took this as a total insult. They all came out marching down the field like a bunch of soilders (or slaves as I would like to think) and started harrassing us all big time. They were people under 21 there, but they were asked to leave. Many of us were IDed, and were told to drive home. However, some people could not even stand up, let alone drive a car. This policeman said and I quote, "I don't care, that is not my problem." Now, two of the people there asked for the officers name and the officer refused to give it to them. I believe that the officer knew he fucked up by saying that, because if they did drive that night and killed a family or themselves, the cop would have to go to bed every night knowing that he had let people go. It was like letting Charles Manson out of jail, giving O.J. his career at NBC back, electing Hillary Clinton as Govenor of New York. It wouldn't be very sensible. The officer knew he was the one in control, and used that to his advantage. Finally, one of the officers said for everyone to go in the house. One of the people replied, "don't be surprised if you get hit by a stray bullet." The police chased him all over the yard, roughed him up a bit, and then arrested them. The man was charged with "threatening a police officer." Now come on. What kind of tight ass society is this?
I think that those police officers were sitting, wathcing, and waiting for someone to fuck up like that kid did. They wanted the arrest, and they pushed him to his limits, and eventually got what they wanted. Now, I don't agree with that all. There is a difference between enforcement and harrasment. I guess those policemen like to "enforce and harrass" rather than "serve and protect." Yeah they served all right. They served their fucking badge right up my ass. Right up all the bands who were supposed to plays ass, and most of all to my audience's ass. I believe that the badge has become not a symbol of excelence, but a five point star of corruption. You will always see the police cover each others ass when one of them fucks up and breaks the law. Kills an innocent football player that is about to graduate Northwestern University (I would hate to see how much he paid for books), get caught with prostitutes, make racial comments on interviews, get caught in smugling of drugs, etc. etc. These days the bad guys are the ones who look good because they don't have anything to hide. Everyone knows that they do the same things that police officers do. It seems that the police are not in the people's corner against crime. It seems to me that these suburbanite police officers just want to write enough tickets to make quota at the end of the month. They will step on whoever they can to make themselves look good, and don't give a fuck about anybody. This has been proved evident to me by the actions of the sherifs on Saturday August 28th.
As the new millenium aproaches, we think to ourselves who are we going to be able to trust. We know we can't trust our president. We can't trust the people who tried to convict him on acts of sexual innuendo and infedelty they commited. We know that if we believe everything on television we see, we are headed to zombieland, and that is not Rob Zombie land which would be cool I guess. We must always be ready for the worst to happen. It does happen, and unfourtanetly there ain't a damm thing we can do about it. We need someone to trust. The born again christians say trust Jesus. I say ok. But until I meet him, who do I trust? It is obvious that the only answer is you can trust yourself, but it is so scary when all the people who are in positions of power, the ones who are supposed to help us in case of an emergency, cannot be trusted because they can be just as rotten as the next guy.
The police will probably arrest me for this. I am sure we have a couple decent officers somewhere. Where ever you are let me know. Because that is where my next show will be. (You know that is not true.)
That is all I have for now. Get your plate ready next month for more shit from me.
Until then...hi ho steamroller...
and away
SFR