Rinse, Recycle, Repeat

Those recycling whacks are giving me the run around. Oh, I did not forget about them, fear not, I just have not been fortunate enough to get anywhere. They keep re-directing me. I'm fairly convinced they have a plan in action to redirect the public until the public gives up. Meanwhile, stubborn as I am, I refuse to give up. Yesterday while stuck in traffic behind one of the recycling trucks I actually saw the recycling whacks climb out of the truck open a bin, tear open a bag, and then throw it as hard as humanly possible across the bin owner's lawn. I then saw jaws drop from others stuck in traffic around me. The recycling nutt did this to every bag in the bin. I probably would have jumped out of my car and done something but I was in a hurry to get to work. However, watching the whack job do exactly what I knew they were doing just encouraged me to get in touch with some official in the department. Crazy...

In other news, did everyone hear about the Tijuana police getting their guns taken away from them? Instead they now have slingshots. I'm not entirely sure what to think about this, but no matter what I find the image of a bunch of cops surrounding a suspect slingshots raised, shouting 'Stop or we'll shoot!' Hilarious!

There is also the news of the very fortunate man who survived being swallowed by a great white in Australia. He was out diving with his son, and some friends when a ten foot great white attacked. The gentleman is doing well, and I encourage you all to read his full story on Reuters. Poor guy, I think I would be in a padded cell for a long time if I was swallowed by anything!

The last bit of news that made me roar this morning was about a nutt in a country I can't pronounce (or probably spell) landing in jail for parrot smuggling. He was caught transporting 500 of these colorful birds across the boarder in...get this...an Audi! Police are still trying to figure this one out.

I'm disturbed to note that a new serial killer has been caught in Canada. Who knows how close this sicko came to getting away with killing forty-nine women. He told an undercover cop that he was going to retire after making it an even fifty. I doubt a sicko like that would ever have retired, but all of these facts are not what disturbed me the most. What really bothered me was that the news did not surprise me. What kind of world do we live in when forty-nine grisly deaths do not surprise the masses? Or am I alone in my expectation of the worst possible from the news each morning? I doubt I am, and if I am wrong, well the cheese stands alone and I've never heard it complain.