I really dislike deleting comments summarily
Well, Paul doesn't want to give it up. He brought a bunch of friends over to spew their propaganda, which is bad enough, but the vile words was out of hand. Frankly, I'll be damned if I'll let them turn my blog into a playground where they act out their fantasies of being jack-booted thugs. They can bow to authority all they want, but I will not, and they will never make me.
Paul left another comment, but I only had to see the first two lines to know it was time to delete it. He said I should pull up my diapers and be a man. Wow, now that's high philosophy, isn't it? So I ignored the rest, scrolled to the end, and clicked Blogger's little garbage can icon. If only it were so easy to wipe out these little tin-plated, overbearing, swaggering Denebian slime devils with delusions of godhood.
It's cops like Paul claims to be that make me wonder now how many future innocent victims are saved anytime a uniform is killed or left work-disabled. I know that sounds cold and heartless, because it is, but let's start facing the facts of police brutality and harassment against all the wrong people. And what's really sad is that Paul probably isn't even directing school traffic in a 200-person town. It wasn't until the end that he claimed to be one, and he has an awful lot of time to make his diatribes throughout the day.
I saw one NYPD at the northwest corner of 43rd and Vanderbilt this morning, leaning against the corner of the building and watching traffic go by. Don't you love this efficient use of tax dollars in keeping us safe?