Shit For Brains

I know I haven't written in here in a little while. Okay, a long while. I just didn't have anything I felt like the universe really needed to know. I mean, sure, I was tempted to blog about the 'Free Coon' sign somebody put up on the shoulder next to a lump of road kill that I'm assuming was a raccoon. I could have done up a real nice couple of paragraphs, maybe added my recipe for BBQ coon. Not that I've ever actually cooked a raccoon. I just have some unusual recipes. I know how to make mead. Dying to try that one out. And something called Essiac tea that would be fun to try, but where are you going to buy greater burdock root in Winfield?

Anyway, there's finally a story so big the universe might actually implode if I don't blog about it.

A Winfield police officer got busted for buying cocaine. He was even in his uniform on the way to work. He recognized the undercover officer and knew his balls were in a sling, and do you know what's the best story he could come up with? That he spilled something on some evidence at work and was just buying a little to put back in the evidence locker. If he'd really done that he'd have just replaced it with powdered sugar or something. At least that's what I would do. Maybe I'm just naturally devious. I mean, what's the worse that would happen? If it ever had to be tested a drug case would be thrown out. As if we would notice one coke addict more or less. They sure wouldn't complain.

The thing that pisses me off about the whole thing is the way he was caught. His brother set him up. What a complete Rat Fink. You don't narc out your friends much less your family. Especially someone who's a cop. Not unless you either hate them or have a death wish. What an ass.

So, anyway, Winfield's in the news for something besides a flood. There is that. The police chief is suspended. The mayor is outraged.

And I blogged.