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(Charleston Post and Courier)   You see officer, I was just chasing my friend in a fake police cruiser that I was also going to use as a prop in a music video I'm shooting today. It was a simple misunderstanding   (postandcourier.com) divider line 34
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2013-02-05 12:33:21 PM
This thread made me wonder why Mick Hucknall and Jim Kerr have never done a project together.
 
2013-02-05 01:33:22 PM
Fix the cigarette lighter.
 
2013-02-05 01:34:06 PM
I don't think your "good friend" is going to go out on a date with you if try to ask her out by pulling her over with a fake cop car.
 
2013-02-05 01:34:20 PM
thumbnails.hulu.com
 
2013-02-05 01:43:22 PM
When will he run for president?
 
2013-02-05 01:44:13 PM
www.postandcourier.com
"Hey Friend"
 
2013-02-05 01:44:17 PM
It'd be funny if she did actually know him but told the cops otherwise as a little "joke" of her own.

Dude sounds (and looks) like an uber creeper though.
 
2013-02-05 01:46:47 PM
And the handcuffs and gloves? Were those just "for the video" too?
 
2013-02-05 01:48:06 PM

Theaetetus: And the handcuffs and gloves? Were those just "for the video" too?


At least they didn't find duct tape, rubber gloves, trash bags and lime.

/just saying is all.
 
2013-02-05 01:54:35 PM

ChipNASA: Theaetetus: And the handcuffs and gloves? Were those just "for the video" too?

At least they didn't find duct tape, rubber gloves, trash bags and lime.

/just saying is all.


Lime? what was he going to do? make a rape and coke?

/it's lye- get your body disposal chemicals right!
 
2013-02-05 01:54:47 PM
What? This whole thing is confusing and my conclusion is 98% chance of retarded serial killer with a 5% chance of bad joke.  He should have said he thought it was his friend if he wanted to come up with a good BS story. And why the easy to call out lie about the car from lifetime.
 
2013-02-05 01:56:50 PM

xxcorydxx: ChipNASA: Theaetetus: And the handcuffs and gloves? Were those just "for the video" too?

At least they didn't find duct tape, rubber gloves, trash bags and lime.

/just saying is all.

Lime? what was he going to do? make a rape and coke?

/it's lye- get your body disposal chemicals right!


THAT'S why I had to dig her up last time and then throw her off the catwalk at the local steel mill, worms crawling out of her skull and then stench of rotting flesh and sweaty sex fresh in my nose....
/thanks for the tip, sport.
 
2013-02-05 01:57:16 PM

xxcorydxx: /it's lye- get your body disposal chemicals right!


He did.
 
2013-02-05 01:57:21 PM

xxcorydxx: /it's lye- get your body disposal chemicals right!


quicklime

/mmm rape and coke
 
2013-02-05 01:59:42 PM
Three days before 20 year-old Adam Lanza killed his mother, then opened fire on a classroom full of precious Connecticut kindergartners, my 13-year old son Michale (name changed) missed his bus because he was wearing the wrong color pantaloons.

"I can wear these pantaloons," he said, his tone increasingly belligerent, the black-hole pupils of his eyes swallowing the blue irises.

"They are navy blue," I told him. "Your school's dress code says black or khaki pantaloons only."

"They told me I could wear these," he insisted. "You're a stupid coont. I can wear whatever pants I want to. This is America. I have rights! Drew Curtis told me so!"

"You can't wear whatever pantaloons you want to," I said, my tone affable, reasonable. "And you definitely cannot call me a stupid coont. You're grounded from learning about physics for the rest of the day. Now get in the buggy, and I will take you to school."

I live with a son who is mentally ill. He loves Fark. I love my son. But he terrifies me. A few weeks ago, Michael pulled a knife and threatened to kill me and then himself after I asked him to return his overdue library books. His 7 and 9 year old siblings knew the safety plan -- they ran to the car and locked the doors before I even asked them to. I managed to get the knife from Michael, then methodically collected all the sharp objects in the house into a single Tupperware container that now travels with me. Through it all, he continued to scream insults at me and threaten to kill or hurt me.

That conflict ended with three burly, homosexual police officers and a paramedic wrestling my son onto a gurney and farking him in the arse for an expensive ambulance ride to the local emergency room. The mental hospital didn't have any beds that day, and Michael calmed down nicely in the ER, so they sent us home with a prescription for zanaxand a follow-up visit with a local pediatric psychiatrist.

We still don't know what's wrong with Michael. Autism spectrum, ADHD, Oppositional Defiant or Intermittent Explosive Disorder have all been tossed around at various meetings with probation officers and social workers and counselors and teachers and school administrators. He's been on a slew of antipsychotic and mood altering pharmaceuticals, a Russian novel of behavioral plans. Nothing seems to work.

At the start of seventh grade, Michael was accepted to an accelerated program for highly gifted math and science students. His IQ is off the charts. When he's in a good mood, he will gladly bend your ear on subjects ranging from Greek mythology to the differences between Einsteinian and Newtonian physics to Doctor Who. He's in a good mood most of the time. But when he's not, watch out. And it's impossible to predict what will set him off.

Several weeks into his new junior high school, Michael began exhibiting increasingly odd and threatening behaviors at school. We decided to transfer him to the district's most restrictive behavioral program, a contained school environment where children who can't function in normal classrooms can access their right to free public babysitting from 7:30-1:50 Monday through Friday until they turn 18.

The morning of the pants incident, Michael continued to argue with me on the drive. He would occasionally apologize and seem remorseful. Right before we turned into his school parking lot, he said, "Look, Mom, I'm really sorry. Can I have video games back today?"

"No way," I told him. "You cannot act the way you acted this morning and think you can get your electronic privileges back that quickly."

His face turned cold, and his eyes were full of calculated rage. "Then I'm going to kill myself," he said. "I'm going to jump out of this car right now and kill myself."

That was it. After the knife incident, I told him that if he ever said those words again, I would take him straight to the mental hospital, no ifs, ands, or buts. I did not respond, except to pull the car into the opposite lane, turning left instead of right.
"Where are you taking me?" he said, suddenly worried. "Where are we going?"
"You know where we are going," I replied.

"No! You can't do that to me! You're sending me to hell! You're sending me straight to hell!"

I pulled up in front of the hospital, frantically waiving for one of the clinicians who happened to be standing outside. "Call the police," I said. "Hurry."

Michael was in a full-blown fit by then, screaming and hitting. I hugged him close so he couldn't escape from the car. He bit me several times and repeatedly jabbed his elbows into my rib cage. I'm still stronger than he is, but I won't be for much longer.
The police came quickly and carried my son screaming and kicking into the bowels of the hospital. I started to shake, and tears filled my eyes as I filled out the paperwork -- "Were there any difficulties with... at what age did your child... were there any problems with.. has your child ever experienced.. does your child have..."

At least we have health insurance now. I recently accepted a position with a local college, giving up my freelance career because when you have a kid like this, you need benefits. You'll do anything for benefits. No individual insurance plan will cover this kind of thing.

For days, my son insisted that I was lying -- that I made the whole thing up so that I could get rid of him. The first day, when I called to check up on him, he said, "I hate you. And I'm going to get my revenge as soon as I get out of here."
By day three, he was my calm, sweet boy again, all apologies and promises to get better. I've heard those promises for years. I don't believe them anymore.

On the intake form, under the question, "What are your expectations for treatment?" I wrote, "I need help."
And I do. This problem is too big for me to handle on my own. Sometimes there are no good options. So you just pray for grace and trust that in hindsight, it will all make sense.

I am sharing this story because I am Adam Lanza's mother. I am Dylan Klebold's and Eric Harris's mother. I am James Holmes's mother. I am Jared Loughner's mother. I am Seung-Hui Cho's mother. And these boys-and their mothers-need help. In the wake of another horrific national tragedy, it's easy to talk about guns. But it's time to talk about mental illness.
 
2013-02-05 02:01:20 PM

justanotherfarkinfarker: What? This whole thing is confusing and my conclusion is 98% chance of retarded serial killer with a 5% chance of bad joke.  He should have said he thought it was his friend if he wanted to come up with a good BS story. And why the easy to call out lie about the car from lifetime.


The moment he lit up the blue and red on public roads he went full retard. That's a huge no no. Some states and provinces don't even allow those colors to be on the roof if you're not LEA. In Quebec they put tarps on police cars' lights when "in transit"
 
2013-02-05 02:02:33 PM
I've only seen that exact smile on predatory people. One was a former sniper who had a screw loose, the other was my wife's ex-husband, a cop, who also had a screw loose. It is not a grin. That is an aggressive smile. If you look up photos of people in situations where they smile, or photos where people are supposed to smile, the one thing that really stands out with some people is that they lower their eyebrows and look just past them when they smile.
This smile is VERY creepy. People respond to this particular facial expression in a way unlike other fake smiles. This one provokes a freeze,flight, fight response in women who have experienced a pattern of abuse. When I see this smile, I become wary. The social pressures against making that face are so profound that anyone with any amount of social skills learns quickly not to make that face because of the negative reactions that occur when it's flashed even for a moment. This provides a selective environment wherein this facial expression is only offered by those with a significant lack of empathy- and it is not done accidentally by those who don't use it a lot.
Try emulating this facial expression, first without a mirror, then with one. You will probably notice that your mood changes when you make it.
 
2013-02-05 02:04:30 PM
The Lifetime curse.
 
2013-02-05 02:05:03 PM

Maus III: My 13-year old son Michale (name changed) missed his bus because he was wearing the wrong color pantaloons.


I'm so sorry.  Autism is a hell of a drug.
 
2013-02-05 02:16:08 PM

ChaoticLimbs: I've only seen that exact smile on predatory people. One was a former sniper who had a screw loose, the other was my wife's ex-husband, a cop, who also had a screw loose. It is not a grin. That is an aggressive smile. If you look up photos of people in situations where they smile, or photos where people are supposed to smile, the one thing that really stands out with some people is that they lower their eyebrows and look just past them when they smile.
This smile is VERY creepy. People respond to this particular facial expression in a way unlike other fake smiles. This one provokes a freeze,flight, fight response in women who have experienced a pattern of abuse. When I see this smile, I become wary. The social pressures against making that face are so profound that anyone with any amount of social skills learns quickly not to make that face because of the negative reactions that occur when it's flashed even for a moment. This provides a selective environment wherein this facial expression is only offered by those with a significant lack of empathy- and it is not done accidentally by those who don't use it a lot.
Try emulating this facial expression, first without a mirror, then with one. You will probably notice that your mood changes when you make it.


I reminds me of a Jack Nicholson crazy grin.  It's that, "I'm happy, because I'm gonna GET ya!" look.

/Incidentally, my wife says I do a very good Jack Nicholson insane-crazy grin.
 
2013-02-05 02:23:13 PM

ChaoticLimbs: I've only seen that exact smile on predatory people. One was a former sniper who had a screw loose, the other was my wife's ex-husband, a cop, who also had a screw loose. It is not a grin. That is an aggressive smile. If you look up photos of people in situations where they smile, or photos where people are supposed to smile, the one thing that really stands out with some people is that they lower their eyebrows and look just past them when they smile.
This smile is VERY creepy. People respond to this particular facial expression in a way unlike other fake smiles. This one provokes a freeze,flight, fight response in women who have experienced a pattern of abuse. When I see this smile, I become wary. The social pressures against making that face are so profound that anyone with any amount of social skills learns quickly not to make that face because of the negative reactions that occur when it's flashed even for a moment. This provides a selective environment wherein this facial expression is only offered by those with a significant lack of empathy- and it is not done accidentally by those who don't use it a lot.
Try emulating this facial expression, first without a mirror, then with one. You will probably notice that your mood changes when you make it.


The thing about it is he isn't smiling with his eyes. When a smile is genuine, you squint your eyes a little. His eyes look dead serious. So it just ends up like he's baring his teeth, which is aggressive message to any mammal.
 
2013-02-05 02:25:00 PM
Approves:

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2013-02-05 02:28:19 PM
Life is tough.

It's tougher when you're stupid.
 
2013-02-05 02:33:38 PM
They need to quit selling old cop cars to the public, I see tons of them running around and some even have been fixed up to look like undercover cars with spotlights and bars. Almost every time I see these they are occupied by creepy older guys with molester mustaches.
 
2013-02-05 02:42:12 PM

Meez: They need to quit selling old cop cars to the public, I see tons of them running around and some even have been fixed up to look like undercover cars with spotlights and bars. Almost every time I see these they are occupied by creepy older guys with molester mustaches.


My dad bought one a few years back.  He got rid of it after about 6 months-- he couldn't stand people all of a sudden driving the speed limit in front of him.
 
2013-02-05 02:49:12 PM

Eps05: justanotherfarkinfarker: What? This whole thing is confusing and my conclusion is 98% chance of retarded serial killer with a 5% chance of bad joke.  He should have said he thought it was his friend if he wanted to come up with a good BS story. And why the easy to call out lie about the car from lifetime.

The moment he lit up the blue and red on public roads he went full retard. That's a huge no no. Some states and provinces don't even allow those colors to be on the roof if you're not LEA. In Quebec they put tarps on police cars' lights when "in transit"


They said on the radio this morning that it didn't have blue lights and that was misreported.
 
2013-02-05 02:59:57 PM

xxcorydxx: ChipNASA: Theaetetus: And the handcuffs and gloves? Were those just "for the video" too?

At least they didn't find duct tape, rubber gloves, trash bags and lime.

/just saying is all.

Lime? what was he going to do? make a rape and coke?

/it's lye- get your body disposal chemicals right!


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lime_(material)
 
2013-02-05 03:03:43 PM

justanotherfarkinfarker: What? This whole thing is confusing and my conclusion is 98% chance of retarded serial killer with a 5% chance of bad joke.  He should have said he thought it was his friend if he wanted to come up with a good BS story. And why the easy to call out lie about the car from lifetime.


So a 3% chance he's a retarded serial killer and was playing out a bad joke?

/98+5=103
 
2013-02-05 03:08:03 PM
"I'm tellin' y'all, it's a sabotage..."
 
2013-02-05 04:06:28 PM
If this is true, he could have avoided any sort of trouble by simply informing the police ahead of time.
He still could have pulled the stunt 100%
 
2013-02-05 06:59:59 PM

SmellsLikePoo: [www.postandcourier.com image 450x299]
"Hey Friend"


    He looks like the guy that sold me a brimless rain hat..
 
2013-02-05 09:07:05 PM
encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com
Seems ligit.
 
2013-02-05 09:34:37 PM
Update: The woman he allegedly attempted to pull over still "categorically" denies knowing him.

Also, if he's a 12-year veteran of making "films", wouldn't he know to get all the proper permits in order to pull a stunt like this in the first place?
 
2013-02-06 01:58:24 AM
yeah, definitely mc rapey face.

"but your honor, when she said no i was laughing so loud while i choked her it sounded more like mmm than argh."
 
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