A Sad Story
Yesterday, the Washington Post Magazine published a story about the tragic episode last summer where Prince George's County cops busted into the home of the mayor of Berwyn Heights, and killed his two dogs. A rather large package of pot had been delivered to the home of the mayor, his wife and mother-in-law. Not taking into account that drug dealers aren't brazen enough to have the drugs actually sent to their home, so they send their packages to other homes and then take them from the porch, the cops assumed the residents were drug dealers. They didn't even take a moment to Google the name of the homeowner, so they were not aware that he was the mayor. A SWAT team stormed the house, scared the hell out of the mother-in-law, and shot and killed the dogs. The dogs were non-aggressive; they were labs, one of them was trying to run away when he was shot. The cops quickly realized their mistake, but it was too late. They don't even seem to really feel bad about it.
My dog, who turned one year old yesterday, slept across my lap as I read this, and it was really too horrible to read in one sitting. It seems like the "war on drugs" has been going on since I've been old enough to read about it, and nothing has changed. Precious financial resources disappear into thin air, and -- even worse -- things like this happen, which make you wonder if the combatants remember who they're fighting for.
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- tadcranky
- Tadcranky grew up in Arlington, Virginia, and now lives in Alexandria, with his girlfriend, a crazed puggle, and a varying number of fish. Someday, he may get a frog. He works in Washington, DC. He is a bona fide fan of the Red Sox, as well as the Nationals, Wizards and Redskins. He's hurt by the current state of the Redskins, and wonders if Gilbert Arenas will ever be back. Though the Nationals are no good, there's not much that he enjoys more than Sunday afternoongame at the new stadium. He's played on the same softball team for 25 years, and has been in the same rotisserie baseball league for almost as long. His softball team is great, his rotisserie team fluctuates. He also has a fantasy football team, which is among the worst in his league. He doesn't like Ethiopian food, people that talk too loud on their cell phones, Ann Coulter and bad drivers, all of which are characteristics that the Washington, DC-area is famous for. He's easily amused, he has about 200 channels of cable and knows how to use them. He's got a good rating on eBay, and hasn't gotten a speeding ticket in quite a while.
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