Be Prepared People – The Poop is Hitting the Fan and You Better Have Your Own Umbrella

Poker games have always been choice targets for robbers. The reasons are that it is easy to get the drop on everyone at the table, and many times the victims can’t report the crime in the first place. Club games and charity casinos are becoming targets.

I would include home games that are on the ‘open’ or ‘big stakes’ side too, now that the Democrat’s current destruction of the world’s largest economy continues.

Many times money stolen during an ‘illegal’ activity is not reportable to the police, and if you can or do, it is not given any priority. Caveat extempore, pal.

One of our bloggers - Pokerati just published a story of a Houston club game that was held up by three would be robbers. One of the players produced his own weapon and let’s just say his ‘full magazine’ ‘felted’ one robber with a ‘pair’ and forced the other two thieves’ to fold.

NPP games are still safe, although ‘packing’ ear plugs and Tums is usually a great idea.

In a somewhat related story: The B. Hussein Economy has downsized me from a six-figure salary to a minimum wage one. Hence, last night, working as a ranger at a golf course, I had the distinct pleasure to ask three drunks and a semi - sober woman to return to the clubhouse and exit the premises.

I got the usual response one might expect from drunks who started their holiday weekend off with a roar.

A call to the local police department – which shall go nameless as not to embarrass city officials (but the initials are Brighton, MI) - got an answering machine, which told me to call 911. I guess cops no longer work weekends or holidays in Brighton.

Word up to all peeps looking to score some easy bread in a cracker village. My guess is, if you don’t rob any of the three donut shops in town at night, or go 35 mph in a 25 zone near the police station, you won’t see any Brighton cops the rest of the time either.

Dialing 911 in (remember initials only) Brighton, MI., got you another recording, telling you that if it was not a life threatening situation, call your local country sheriff’s office. No option to connect or phone number was given for the sheriff either.

The situation was not life threatening - as Faldo had not yet decided to kill these drunks. So after finding the number to the sheriff, that call gave me that warm and fuzzy feeling that an officer should arrive in a half-hour to forty-five minutes or so.

This gave the drunks plenty of time to tear up 4 more golf holes while giving the finger and shouting obscenities to me as I watched from a short distance. I felt like a patient waiting in a doctor’s x-ray room in a backless gown, with my clothes several doors away.

Eventually, the officer arrived to escort the idiots off the course. It did my heart good to see the officer had ‘back up’ in his vehicle. It was a man in civilian clothes, sitting in the passenger seat, and he took up the entire front seat! The man probably didn’t get out of the car, because he couldn’t. Ah, Livingston County’s finest! Whoops! Initials only – LC finest! There, that’s better.

Maybe he was not a cop - but the County Exercize Czar appointed with the federal bailout money.

Once they all got in the parking lot, I think the officer did issue them a ticket for trespassing. Or maybe it was a public intoxication ticket. Or maybe it was his phone number and handicap. I don’t know.

But as the cops are leaving - and before the drunks had left the premises I might add – the cops stopped at the gate waiting for traffic to clear. Just then, the woman backs the van she was driving - and all of them came in - OVER the foot of one of the drunks! And she is the sober one.

He screams out in pain, falls on the pavement writhing in agony. The other two drunks hop out with the woman to help their fallen buddy. Now one drunk is hurt, the other two I assume are not in the best of moods. The woman is staying away from the fallen drunk because if he could have reached her, he would have killed her.

The officer and Mr. Buffet witness the entire scene - and then drive away! An injured man, two furious drunks, a scared woman and a ranger that was threatened - and had not safely left the scene either by the way - (not that I was worried about those two clowns – down from three), and the police just LEAVE???

I have two questions for all of you:
Have you purchased your handgun of choice, taken a gun class, and applied for your concealed weapons permit yet?

You do realize your personal defense, healthcare and safety - is up to you, don’t you? If you turn any of it over to anyone else, you will get nothing but a toe tag.