Karma's a Bitch

OK, now I just might find out if any locals read my blog; I still hope not, especially since I'm tattling.  You know those failed cop/firefighter-wanna-be's-for-all-the-wrong-reasons, the ones who hang around the fringes of the emergency personnel crowds, kissing ass and looking for coattails to ride?  Well I'm slightly acquainted with one, and he's actually managed to make a career of it.  He's wormed his way to near the top of our local public safety machine.  Heh heh heh.  He just got arrested for domestic battery, and this isn't his first rodeo.  It's a misdemeanor charge that would likely be a felony, if committed by anyone less connected.  It has not yet been decided whether or not he will keep his job. 

I've known that prick for years.  His arrogance is absolutely colossal; not only does he think the law doesn't apply to him, but behind his itty bitty penis is nothing but a malicious, meddling gossip who likes to stir up trouble for innocent people.  He has a lot of "friends," but he also has a lot of enemies.  I've watched those very same "friends" ditch better men than him during an embarrassing crisis.  I'm glad he made the front page of the local rag; I hope they run the skankoid fucker right out of town.  Pardon my French.