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captainsblogWhen I finally surfaced in the office today with my three tons of outbound mail, everyone wanted to know if I'd been downtown in Family Court.
The huh?
Turns out, a crazy person got arrested down there today for trying to bring a fake grenade into the building, leading to its evacuation along with the entire parking ramp next to it. (How does one evacuate a parking ramp, anyway? Tow the cars?)
The only thing that restores my faith in our criminal justice system is just how stupid the criminals usually are. Chickie apparently thought she could hide the explosive from the metal detectors and x-ray equipment by wrapping it in a sock. Last I checked, Hanes wasn't making their knee-highs out of lead.
Ah, but it gets better.
We didn't find out about this event from broadcast news reports. No, they called us.
The building where this incident happened is called, originally enough, the "Family Court Building," apparently because nobody suitably connected with local Democrats has died or donated enough recently to get the thing named for them. The county was dragged kicking and screaming into building it a decade or so ago after state authorities complained about the woefully spartan facilities they'd been stuck in up until then. The deal, for those who care, is that the state pays for everything connected with the court system, from the Court of Appeals to the lowest village court in East Buttfuck- except for the facilities, which are the county/city/town's only financial responsibilities. Politicians and talk radio honks complained about their tax dollars being spent on a "Taj Mahal for lawyers," so to avoid criticism, the only new facility built here since the 1960s was turned over to Family Court, home of the last, the least, the lost of the legal system. Some of whom are packing pineapples.
So some genius at the local NBC affiliate went to find a spokesman for the "Family Court Building." Not finding anything in the white pages under F (all the government listings are in separate "blue pages" in the phone book, duh), they said, well, lawyers go there, let's look under L, and found our crib, "The Law Center Building," and proceeded to call our receptionist for an update on the terror.
I always wondered what "2 on Your Side" meant. I never realized it referred to the average IQ of the reporters.
The huh?
Turns out, a crazy person got arrested down there today for trying to bring a fake grenade into the building, leading to its evacuation along with the entire parking ramp next to it. (How does one evacuate a parking ramp, anyway? Tow the cars?)
The only thing that restores my faith in our criminal justice system is just how stupid the criminals usually are. Chickie apparently thought she could hide the explosive from the metal detectors and x-ray equipment by wrapping it in a sock. Last I checked, Hanes wasn't making their knee-highs out of lead.
Ah, but it gets better.
We didn't find out about this event from broadcast news reports. No, they called us.
The building where this incident happened is called, originally enough, the "Family Court Building," apparently because nobody suitably connected with local Democrats has died or donated enough recently to get the thing named for them. The county was dragged kicking and screaming into building it a decade or so ago after state authorities complained about the woefully spartan facilities they'd been stuck in up until then. The deal, for those who care, is that the state pays for everything connected with the court system, from the Court of Appeals to the lowest village court in East Buttfuck- except for the facilities, which are the county/city/town's only financial responsibilities. Politicians and talk radio honks complained about their tax dollars being spent on a "Taj Mahal for lawyers," so to avoid criticism, the only new facility built here since the 1960s was turned over to Family Court, home of the last, the least, the lost of the legal system. Some of whom are packing pineapples.
So some genius at the local NBC affiliate went to find a spokesman for the "Family Court Building." Not finding anything in the white pages under F (all the government listings are in separate "blue pages" in the phone book, duh), they said, well, lawyers go there, let's look under L, and found our crib, "The Law Center Building," and proceeded to call our receptionist for an update on the terror.
I always wondered what "2 on Your Side" meant. I never realized it referred to the average IQ of the reporters.
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