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Virtual hate, virtual catharsis?

10.23.07 | Family | 2 Comments

Our house was broken in to, again. Our house in Florida, that is. Our vacant house that is under contract to close on November 6th, day of grace in the year of our Lord 2007. Some %*&$# people took seven of our fence panels, broke in, and stole our washing machine. Our washing machine was worth 50 dollars!! Maybe. They left a car in the backyard. Marcy says we should be able to sell the car, for scrap metal at least, to cover our losses. Dick says if people stole our fence and our washing machine, they must be really poor. I say, give me a @#$^ machine gun and let me lay waste to that entire vile, ghastly neighborhood. Maybe a tank with a big steamroller in the front to destroy it off the face of the earth. Vengeance is mine (that’s from Mulan).

The police are dusting for fingerprints, and we’re arranging for a security system and fence repairs. I assume that tow truck will be paid for by tax-supported police funds. It’s probably evidence or something. Our buyers have not backed out, because, you know, their parents live two doors down and they’re probably thinking it was a random consequence of leaving the house vacant, not a plague on all people stupid enough to buy a house in such a wretched place.

totally unrelated, but fun to read

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