"Don" wrote in message
...
Hey Dave, our yard is contained by a 6' high estate fence so that YOUR
kids
won't get their ****ing necks rung while trying to drown in my pool. I
installed that fence as a favor to YOU, Dave, so that I won't have to go
dig
one of your eyeballs out and **** the socket because one of your
unsupervised miscreants tried to escape your sorry ass and die in my pool.
LOL

You must be a wonderful neighbor.

"Don" wrote in message
...
.. I re-scooped
Streudal out of my truck and rang the neighbors doorbell, interrupting
their
movie rental/pizza party, and when the dad answered the door I threw
Streudal on their foyer floor. Their two kids were mortified, the dad was
stunned, the wife was ready to faint. They moved about a month later. I
hope
I scared all of them for life, for seeing Streudal plattered on the road
scarred me. Payback is a whore.


I can't believe anyone would move when they have such a great neighbor.

Don wrote:

Drama? You call that drama? Puss.
I would have dragged the dead animal over there, knocked on the door and
when the owner answered, I would have beat his ass into next week with the
dead carcass.

I have absolutely no patience for someone that takes on the responsibility
of another, and then abuses it.
An ex-neighbor had a cat named *Streudal*, a big champagne colored cat that
they let run loose through the neighborhood. I liked Streudal, him and I got
along fine, he would fequently spend the day in my home-office lounging
across the top of my Plotter in the sun.

One night while going to the convenience store I saw Streudal splattered on
the highway. It tore me up, bad. I went home and got a shovel, I intended to
bury Streudal off the side of the road. While driving back to get the shovel
I came up with another idea, one that might make a difference. I scooped
Steudal up and put him in the back of my truck and drove home. I re-scooped
Streudal out of my truck and rang the neighbors doorbell, interrupting their
movie rental/pizza party, and when the dad answered the door I threw
Streudal on their foyer floor. Their two kids were mortified, the dad was
stunned, the wife was ready to faint. They moved about a month later. I hope
I scared all of them for life, for seeing Streudal plattered on the road
scarred me. Payback is a whore.

Another truly sick idiot.

-- Charlie

On Thu, 29 Apr 2004 13:58:52 GMT, "Doug Kanter"
wrote:

"Dave Hall" wrote in message
.. .
On Wed, 28 Apr 2004 17:02:26 GMT, "Doug Kanter"
wrote:

What??? No - I'm guilty the moment the razor blades go into my pocket.


Ok then. The next question I have is, do you refrain from stealing
those $50 worth of razor blades because you know it's morally wrong,
or because you feel that you have a good chance of getting caught?

Dave

Choice A, Dave. If I shop in a store, it's because I like the place. The
owner or company has created a place that serves me well. They deserve to
prosper.

Well, that is an answer. Just not the answer to the question which I
asked. I didn't ask where you shop and why. I asked you whether you
refrain from stealing because you believe, through an inner sense of
morality, that it's the "right" thing to do, or whether you do so
because you don't want to take the chance of getting caught and being
forced to atone for your crime?


Wait! Let me head off your next question. No, I do not steal from places
I
do NOT like.

Somehow I don't think you will give me a straight answer to my first
question. You are deliberately vague and non committal. Not unlike a
certain democratic presidential wannabee.

Dave

Knucklehead. I most certainly DID answer your question.

No, I asked you if you didn't shoplift due to an inner conscious
morality, or through a fear of the consequences. The answer you gave
me elaborated on shopping in a store because you like the place, and
how they deserve to prosper. That was NOT what I asked. You are
deliberately evasive. You would make a great politician. They do it
all the time.

But, sometimes I use
answers which contain more than one word, which I know befuddles you.

What befuddles me, are answers to questions which I did not ask, and
deflection tactics designed to avoid direct answers to uncomfortable
questions. The reasons for these tactics are enlightening in their own
right.


If you
need me to take it a step further, here goes: There was a point in my life
when everything fell apart financially and I didn't want to go to my parents
for various reasons.

Pride?

Ever heard of washing dishes for food? I could've
easily shoplifted in a supermarket.

And did you? And if not, why not?


I washed dishes for food in three
restaurants.

I would 've probably gotten a job at Radio Shack. But I admire those
who take responsibility and do what they need to do to support their
families. I owe you that much.


Dave

On Thu, 29 Apr 2004 14:00:50 GMT, "Doug Kanter"
wrote:


"Dave Hall" wrote in message
.. .
On Wed, 28 Apr 2004 19:58:40 GMT, "Doug Kanter"
wrote:

Frankly, I'm not sure, but that wasn't the point.


Then what is?

Dave

A previous message mentioned a vanishing cat. That seemed OK with you. So,
what difference does it make HOW a pet vanishes, whether it's whisked away
by animal control to place where it will likely be euthanized eventually, or
if it's flattened by a car? Gone is gone.


The difference is intent, and whether or not the action was sanctioned
by the law.


Dave

On Thu, 29 Apr 2004 07:55:17 -0400, Harry Krause
wrote:

Dave Hall wrote:

On Wed, 28 Apr 2004 17:24:25 GMT, "Doug Kanter"
wrote:


That's a FAR better solution than Doug's "vanishing" act.



Mine's just another version of the same thing.


No it's not. An animal control person is acting within the boundaries
of the law. You are not. And they merely remove the animal. You kill
it.



But hang on....something's
wrong here....the animal shelter stole someone's cat. That's OK with you?


It's not considered theft. Why do you have so much trouble
differentiating these differences?

.....

What if your dog is hit by a car because you let if off your property
unsupervised. Would it bother you if the driver stopped for a moment, looked
in his mirror to see what he'd hit, saw that it was not a human and just
kept going?


What does this have to do with the original topic? Why do you feel
the need to go off on slightly related, but not relevant, tangents to
deflect from that which makes you uncomfortable?

Dave




Some years ago, a neighbor who had two dogs, a sheltie and a cocker
spaniel, lost the sheltie to another neighbor's German shepherd. The two
little dogs were in their own yard, kept there by training and by an
"invisible" fence...one of those electronic fences.

About a month later, the shepherd came back for another visit, and
started going after the cocker spaniel. The spaniel owner came out and
bashed in the skull of the shepherd with a shovel, and then dragged the
carcass out to the middle of the road.

All's well that ends well.

I would categorized that as "self defense". I would tend to look upon
that act as justified.

Dave

On Thu, 29 Apr 2004 23:45:53 -0400, "Don"
wrote:


"John Smith" wrote in message
news:7Z7kc.15737$RE1.1365917@attbi_s54...
Well another compassionate liberal jumps in.

The difference between a dog attacking his dog and a dog taking a **** in
his yard should be obvious to anyone. You are allowed to protect yourself
and your family (most people consider a pet as part of the family) when
they
are placed in immediate danger.

Then you would be wrong, as usual, moron.
A pet is *property*, just as ones yard is *property*.
Pay attention.
The LAW says that pets and land are property and the owner has the right to
defend his property with whatever defensive measures he deems appropriate.
If you don't like it, then do something about it, moron.

Spoken like a typical immature kid......


Dave

On Thu, 29 Apr 2004 14:06:43 GMT, "Doug Kanter"
wrote:

"Harry Krause" wrote in message
...


Some years ago, a neighbor who had two dogs, a sheltie and a cocker
spaniel, lost the sheltie to another neighbor's German shepherd. The two
little dogs were in their own yard, kept there by training and by an
"invisible" fence...one of those electronic fences.

About a month later, the shepherd came back for another visit, and
started going after the cocker spaniel. The spaniel owner came out and
bashed in the skull of the shepherd with a shovel, and then dragged the
carcass out to the middle of the road.

All's well that ends well.

I would've dragged the shepherd to the owner's home with the hope that his
children were there to see it. But that's me. Sometimes I like more drama
than other people.


You're just a bully.

Dave

On Fri, 30 Apr 2004 00:00:37 -0400, "Don"
wrote:


"Doug Kanter" wrote in message
...
"Harry Krause" wrote in message
...


Some years ago, a neighbor who had two dogs, a sheltie and a cocker
spaniel, lost the sheltie to another neighbor's German shepherd. The two
little dogs were in their own yard, kept there by training and by an
"invisible" fence...one of those electronic fences.

About a month later, the shepherd came back for another visit, and
started going after the cocker spaniel. The spaniel owner came out and
bashed in the skull of the shepherd with a shovel, and then dragged the
carcass out to the middle of the road.

All's well that ends well.

I would've dragged the shepherd to the owner's home with the hope that his
children were there to see it. But that's me. Sometimes I like more drama
than other people.

Drama? You call that drama? Puss.
I would have dragged the dead animal over there, knocked on the door and
when the owner answered, I would have beat his ass into next week with the
dead carcass.

I have absolutely no patience for someone that takes on the responsibility
of another, and then abuses it.
An ex-neighbor had a cat named *Streudal*, a big champagne colored cat that
they let run loose through the neighborhood. I liked Streudal, him and I got
along fine, he would fequently spend the day in my home-office lounging
across the top of my Plotter in the sun.

One night while going to the convenience store I saw Streudal splattered on
the highway. It tore me up, bad. I went home and got a shovel, I intended to
bury Streudal off the side of the road. While driving back to get the shovel
I came up with another idea, one that might make a difference. I scooped
Steudal up and put him in the back of my truck and drove home. I re-scooped
Streudal out of my truck and rang the neighbors doorbell, interrupting their
movie rental/pizza party, and when the dad answered the door I threw
Streudal on their foyer floor. Their two kids were mortified, the dad was
stunned, the wife was ready to faint. They moved about a month later. I hope
I scared all of them for life, for seeing Streudal plattered on the road
scarred me. Payback is a whore.


And you're proud of this?

You did this to an animal that you actually LIKED? God help the
unfortunate critter that you don't like.

Have you no respect or consideration for anyone other than yourself?

Is your concept of property rights placed on a higher plain than the
rights of people?

You need help.

Dave

On Fri, 30 Apr 2004 05:58:17 -0400, Harry Krause
wrote:

Don wrote:
"Doug Kanter" wrote in message
...

"Harry Krause" wrote in message
...


Some years ago, a neighbor who had two dogs, a sheltie and a cocker
spaniel, lost the sheltie to another neighbor's German shepherd. The two
little dogs were in their own yard, kept there by training and by an
"invisible" fence...one of those electronic fences.

About a month later, the shepherd came back for another visit, and
started going after the cocker spaniel. The spaniel owner came out and
bashed in the skull of the shepherd with a shovel, and then dragged the
carcass out to the middle of the road.

All's well that ends well.

I would've dragged the shepherd to the owner's home with the hope that his
children were there to see it. But that's me. Sometimes I like more drama
than other people.


Drama? You call that drama? Puss.
I would have dragged the dead animal over there, knocked on the door and
when the owner answered, I would have beat his ass into next week with the
dead carcass.


Are you a long tall, Texan, or simply the ******* son of Karen Smith of
Oz and Tuuk of Uranus? Or simply an 11-year-old boy who found daddy's
password?


The funniest part is that he is so extreme, he calls *ME* a socialist.
What a hoot!

I guess it's all relative.

Dave