1983.. Oh the shame. Not quite 18 and I wanted to see my hero, Inspector 71, Harry Callahan, SFPD. Not seen since 1977 and I had to go, but the dick was not going to let me in. My mom was going to see some crap (who cares, this is all about me) and I begged like a puppy for her to accompany me to what in retrospect was no place for a mom. To her credit, she stuck with it. I love that woman like a mother.
It was not so much the violence (per se) as his gift at crazy talk. He comes back in the diner after getting his coffee and starts talking about how it had too much sugar and he knew shit was not right. He then calmly asks everyone to put their guns down so they can work this out because "we are not going to just let you walk out of here" to which we get the "who is we?"
Well…. Smith…Wesson…and me! BOOM BOOM.
By far however, my favorite is this exchange which brings us to today…
Burly Detective: What do ya think, a gang hit, screwed-up drug score, unlucky John, or an unhappy love affair? Huh? Don't tell me this shit's gettin' to ya. Not Harry Callahan. Say it ain't so.
Harry Callahan: No, this stuff isn't gettin' to me. The knifings, the beatings, old ladies being bashed in the head for their Social Security checks, teachers being thrown out of a fourth-floor window because they don't give As, that doesn't bother me a bit.
Burly Detective: Come on, Harry. Take it easy.
Harry Callahan: Or this job, either. Having to wade through the scum of this city, being swept away by bigger and bigger waves of corruption, apathy and red tape. Nah, that doesn't bother me. But you know what does bother me?
Burly Detective: What?
Harry Callahan: You know what makes me really sick to my stomach?
Burly Detective: What?
Harry Callahan: Is watching you stuff your face with those hot dogs. Nobody, I mean NOBODY puts ketchup on a hot dog.
What gets to me is not the lag, not the Xstreet injustices, not that I cannot get the exact skin tone for my penis attachment as my skin, it is you idiots forget about all those things when M. Linden rolls out a bullshit idea like this.
Do you not get you are being played? Look at this post. I am the first (and only one so far) person to call it like it is.
How does this address issues on the grid? This is classic "hey look out the left window" since the right wing is falling off shit.
Please tell me you are not all so easily taken in.
Maybe for a secondlife.com email address or yummy M Linden cake..
-Inspector 72
Dirty Adric
Go Ahead, Make my Day Bitches
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