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You'll never convince some parents their little angels are anything but. Even when the parents are at the local police station collecting their darlings from a holding cell.
But they were "set up."
You'll never convince some parents their little angels are anything but. Even when the parents are at the local police station collecting their darlings from a holding cell.
We can hope that is the exception and not typical!It is the myopict double standard that is most amazing. In LA it's way too often the mom's lil gangsta bit off more than he could chew. Recently a junoir high girl in San Berdoo or Riverside had her classmates break-in to kill her mom because the mom was telling her who she could not hang out with!
We can hope that is the exception and not typical!
I'm waiting for the day we allow the machines to take over..
But they were "set up."
BUT It is actually a lot calmer then in the 70's and 80's in LA. However there are still areas i would not drive thru day or night. Some places ok in the day but not at night. It is the Got a flat tire - ride on the rim until out of that area type places.
I avoid walking thru the north end of Rockland, Maine at night -- and that's where I live. The drugs are out of control here.
"But he's a good boy!" And, "Just because he pointed a gun at the police, they had to kill him? They're a bunch of [fill in the blank with "convenient" label] pigs!"
It is the myopict double standard that is most amazing. In LA it's way too often the mom's lil gangsta bit off more than he could chew. Recently a junoir high girl in San Berdoo or Riverside had her classmates break-in to kill her mom because the mom was telling her who she could not hang out with!
What happened in this? Was the mom ok?
It would totally serve the daughter right if Mommy opened a can of gangster on her daughter and friends. But then the mother would probably be sued by the other girls parents...
As I recall the mom was ok just had some minor injuries. She recognized the kids and call the cops - the cops investigated and found out who was behind the attempt. It's a criminal case now.
As I recall the mom was ok just had some minor injuries. She recognized the kids and call the cops - the cops investigated and found out who was behind the attempt. It's a criminal case now.
Urgh. Although I have to say that you and your friends aren't really all that effective at being gangsters (thank goodness) if you can't do more than cause minor injuries to a single person; considering that you're a group attacking one person, you have the element of surprise, and you know the person's habits intimately.
I'm seriously glad that didn't happen, of course, but I hope it makes the girls think twice about their skills in this area and choose a different route, if only because they seriously stink at being little thugs.
What a sad, sad case.
He may be just another nutcase, with no ax to grind regarding this or any movie. But I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that he was responding, in his psychosis, to the tortured fantasy of power that this movie — and so much of the popular culture aimed at young men in particular — trades in. That fantasy is now everywhere. It is possible for any of us, of any age or gender, to avoid reality all day in America by keeping our eyes fixed on our screens. They’re on our walls at home and in restaurants, in our living rooms and bedrooms, toted around in our knapsacks, fitting neatly into our hands. The screens sell us many things: video games both benign and ultra-violent, empty “news” about celebrities, Facebook posts from our most intimate 2,864 friends, trailers for the latest Hollywood blockbuster in which men fly through the air and blow up everything bad in their lives. The screens tell us that we matter, each and every one of us. To look away from the screens is to confront a world that says, in most cases, no, you really don’t.
That’s hard, especially if you’re still figuring out who you are and a beautiful, conflicted superhero (or supervillain) mirrors your self-image. Our entertainment culture’s dreams of power are a drug that keeps us rapt in a cloud of promises: that we can win and that winning is everything; that we’ll be seen and heard for who we are if we’re thin enough or strong enough or have the coolest toys or the biggest guns. The fantasies lie, because the people who make the fantasies know we’re desperate to be lied to and willing to pay for it.
The fantasies lie, because the people who make the fantasies know we're desperate to be lied to and willing to pay for it.