Justice Coonass Style

[arctictom]

As I have occasionally explained to folks over the years... Sometimes it's just better to let the right people handle things... directly... It's simpler that way for everyone.

Yup and Young women go un-accosted in Argentina for that reason , and body's occasionally show up in the spring in the Interior of Alaska and the investigations are brief and time isn't waisted on issues that don't need to be solved.

[Windy Wilson]

Are polypropylene bats regulation now, or are they sort of heavy-duty wiffle-bats?

[PawPaw]

As I have occasionally explained to folks over the years... Sometimes it's just better to let the right people handle things... directly... It's simpler that way for everyone.

Yup and Young women go un-accosted in Argentina for that reason , and body's occasionally show up in the spring in the Interior of Alaska and the investigations are brief and time isn't waisted on issues that don't need to be solved.

Sometimes there is a missing person, that no one really misses.

Interestingly, we had a young lady go missing recently. Wasn't at home, or at work, and the neighbors noticed and the job noticed, and the police got involved and just about the time everyone went into pure panic mode, she showed up perfectly fine. She has simply taken a couple of days off... to regroup.

It's not against the law to go missing, but if you do, let somebody know that you're okay. Anyone. Tell a neighbor or someone. When everyone starts panicking, the police have to make inquiries and if you let someone know when you'll be back, we won't be putting out APBs for you.

[Cybrludite]

It's not against the law to go missing, but if you do, let somebody know that you're okay. Anyone. Tell a neighbor or someone. When everyone starts panicking, the police have to make inquiries and if you let someone know when you'll be back, we won't be putting out APBs for you.

Just make sure they know your duress word, in case there should be an APB...

[Weetabix]

By the way, I haven't heard "Coonass" in about 19 years. Thanks for the laugh.

:jacked:
A guy I used to work with was Johnny Morris's engineer for several years. Johnny Morris is the Bass Pro founder/owner. He starts new companies just slightly less often than I change my underwear. At any rate, they were off scouting a location for something and he needed a new name for the next company. Much liquor later, Coonass Development was born.

[Precision]

For the record, I am not nor ever will be a coonass.

I may have mentioned this story in the past, but I will retell it.

My sister (in her prime damn good looking) was dating this prime piece of ASSHOLE. This was a known quantity, but I did not know EXACTLY how big of an asshole.

I was living 1000 miles away when she got knocked up then beat up. There was more than a few months separating the first event from the second. As the story goes, he worked his way up to actually beating her. He began with the normal, then laid hands on her and when she still didn't kill him, he eventually beat her badly enough that she had to be admitted to the hospital.

Again, I lived 1000 miles away and only knew that he was an asshole. I came home for Christmas that year and notice there was a distinct palor over the family and there was a secret being hidden from me. I poked and prodded, but no one would talk about it. About 2 weeks after I got back to where I called home, the story came out. My sister had been beaten 2 weeks before I got there and NOTHING had been done. To say I went apeshit, would be a mild understatement. I lit my father up on the phone so hard he set the phone down and walked away. My mother heard the commotion in another room and came over to ask that I calm down. I lit into her as well before hanging up on them in disgust.

I spent the next two days planning how to make the 2000 mile round trip without leaving a trace. I couldn't make plausible deniability work as a poor college student.

I did make a phone call from a non-local public phone to a friend. That friend may or may not have had a friendly conversation with said ASSHOLE. That conversation may have mentioned walking, chewing food and speaking without a lisp had just become revocable privileges.

The aforementioned ASSHOLE may or may not have had his front tires removed from his car after a drunken voicemail was left on my sister's phone. Those tires, may or may not have been punctured and left sitting under the brake disks with a note saying, "next time it will be your legs".

I did not talk to my parents for about a year after that.

No further issues happened regarding the aforementioned ASSHOLE.

[308Mike]

Precision, I think your sister should most likely THANK YOU for stepping in when NO ONE ELSE would!! Apparently, he started to actually believe that BAD THINGS WOULD happen to him if he ever hurt your sister again - and THAT is a GOOD THING in MY book!!

He's probably lucky it was you instead of ME (otherwise he might have turned up missing and NO ONE would have EVER heard from him again (except on recordings left on several different voice mail machines - ALL of which were different - even AFTER he was reported missing)!

If nothing else, he WOULD spent the rest of his life in a wheel chair, the type of chair depending on just how much he hurt someone I loved dearly. He would think it a PRIVILEGE to be able to use his upper body after I got done with him (and he wasn't needing a breathing tube and respirator to survive, if he REALLY hurt someone I loved).

I'm happy that you showed him grace and compassion, 'cause if it was MY BLOOD, I *MIGHT* not have been so kind. For that, I SALUTE YOU!!

SEMPER FI!!

[Precision]

no one in my family knows.

My wife is the only one I have shared the story with and when I read this to her tonight, she wanted to know who my friend was. I told her it didn't matter. She was annoyed, but I think understands why it is OPSEC.

The we talked about my meaning of the word "friend". I have maybe 3 friends.

friend = someone who you can call to help bury a body at 3am. They only ask if they need to bring their own shovel. You also have to be willing to die before you give them up - your portion of the friendship

by the way, she is one of them.

Everyone else is a guy you'd share a drink with.

[arctictom]

I have more than a few Vietnam era friends , even when drinking I am very careful what I say about other people, guy can never have enough good friends.

[mekender]

no one in my family knows.

My wife is the only one I have shared the story with and when I read this to her tonight, she wanted to know who my friend was. I told her it didn't matter. She was annoyed, but I think understands why it is OPSEC.

The we talked about my meaning of the word "friend". I have maybe 3 friends.

friend = someone who you can call to help bury a body at 3am. They only ask if they need to bring their own shovel. You also have to be willing to die before you give them up - your portion of the friendship

by the way, she is one of them.

Everyone else is a guy you'd share a drink with.

I suspect that even if you dont know it, your list of "friends" has expanded a bit beyond 3 since you got on here those many years ago