Scary,but nowhere nearly as much as the cash cow,CCA and privately run prisons that are guaranteed a certain occupancy rate by the state.If the crime rates go down,I'll guess they'll have to outlaw chewing gum,pencils and bread.Anyone caught with one of these dangerous object should get life!!
This countries government has completely turned on the citizens.
we, the people of this country, need to form a lobby
camera companies bribe florida reps and reap the rewards
what a sham, pay attention around the 4 min mark
Scary, but nowhere nearly as much as the cash cow, CCA and privately run prisons that are guaranteed a certain occupancy rate by the state. If the crime rates go down, I'll guess they'll have to outlaw chewing gum, pencils and bread. Anyone caught with one of these dangerous object should get life! !
This countries government has completely turned on the citizens.
Tyller A. Myers was just that guy. He stole stop signs in his spare time, because he was a 19-year-old with a Ford F-150 — it was practically in his Dipshit Teenager contract. But Tyller's theft went beyond that standard pubescent rebel flag: The stop sign hung defiantly on his bedroom wall. Myers was a serial thief: Turns out a lot of stop signs were going missing in Norwalk, Ohio, which can obviously cause some potentially deadly traffic problems.
Then one night, presumably while out Robin Hood-ing some stop signs — stealing from those who had too much traffic control to give to those poor saps with no road signs at all — Myers ran an inexplicably unstolen stop sign. When he drove onto the highway after blowing straight through the intersection, he was hit by a semi and later pronounced dead on the scene. We're not ones to celebrate anybody's death, and we're not saying he deserved it — but the irony just lines up so perfectly. It's like God was playing a cosmic game of irony pool, and Myers was the friggin' 8 Ball.
Tyller A. Myers was just that guy. He stole stop signs in his spare time, because he was a 19-year-old with a Ford F-150 — it was practically in his Dipshit Teenager contract. But Tyller's theft went beyond that standard pubescent rebel flag: The stop sign hung defiantly on his bedroom wall. Myers was a serial thief: Turns out a lot of stop signs were going missing in Norwalk, Ohio, which can obviously cause some potentially deadly traffic problems.
Then one night, presumably while out Robin Hood-ing some stop signs — stealing from those who had too much traffic control to give to those poor saps with no road signs at all — Myers ran an inexplicably unstolen stop sign. When he drove onto the highway after blowing straight through the intersection, he was hit by a semi and later pronounced dead on the scene. We're not ones to celebrate anybody's death, and we're not saying he deserved it — but the irony just lines up so perfectly. It's like God was playing a cosmic game of irony pool, and Myers was the friggin' 8 Ball.
