Mr. Fab is back, taking the V in today’s Tour prologue ahead of a massively focused Bradley Wiggins, who nearly stole the show.
Not so fab is the word that scumbags have been burgling and/or trashing the homes and vehicles of evacuees from the Waldo Canyon fire.
Now, call me intolerant, but I find that intolerable. It’s not bad enough that Hell comes to town and rousts you out of your bed, sets you on the road with whatever you can stuff into a bag before it catches fire? Nope, we must have a little human deviltry to give it some edge.
I can’t think of an epithet vile enough for such people. Grave robbers seem positively civilized by comparison. At least their victims are beyond any need for TVs, toasters and whatnot.
It makes one yearn for the sort of rude Western justice often meted out in horse operas. Unfortunately, the fire has left us short of trees for hangings.
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You might be short of trees up there, but I suppose there is a ready supply of soft and hollow point ammo. Esp. in a town as far to the right as Bibleburg.
I’m reminded of a Thomas McGuane line, from “Nobody’s Angel” — “I think you ought to shoot the sonofabitch until you get tired of it.”
Surely there are plenty of six-shooters in Bibleburg …
Yes, and I own several of them.
What are the righteous folks of Bibleburg saying – was this fire sent because of the sinners who live there among them? Seems a place so full of the favored folk of Geebus would be spared this type of scourge? As to the rest of you, I hope you avoid becoming a crispy critter or losing your house, etc. to the flames.
Oh, the knuckleheads are out in force. Some blame Obama, others Mooslim terr’issts. Me, I blame Michelle Malkin.
We’re doing just fine — the DogHaus is north of downtown, and it would take a very determined fire to get us. Our archrival is the sewer system.
No ammo, no trees, good thing I have a bat. It is an adorable 27″ aluminum little league thing. Here looter, looter.