Born Too Soon (Part 1)

We're were scare of The Man, back when I was a kid.  And that kept us on the Straight and Narrow, as my folks used to call it.  I had two of them.  Folks, that is.  In fact, I didn't know a single kid who didn't have a matched set of parents.  

Two of them.

Perhaps that had something to do with our almost non-existent crime rate.  We didn't commit crimes, and the cops didn't arrest us.  And the D. A. didn't prosecute us.  And we didn't go off to the Gray Bar Hotel.  

But our society has now gone soft on crime.  Too soft, in my opinion.

Now, you rob a convenience store, steal a car, run over an old lady, and get caught with enough Fentanyl in the trunk of your trunk to kill everybody in Cinncinnatti, and you'll get a no-cash bail, get-out-of-jail free card.  And an apology letter from the mayor, quite possibly. 

If they can somehow manage to catch up to you.  With their diminished supply of cops.  The ones they've so vigorously defunded.  Likely the next time they'll see you is when you get arrested for your next crime.  As you'll always commit...  

We know that's true 'cause there was this guy in West Covina, California, who had his own minor crime wave this past year.  He stole three cars, all within 24 hours, starting at 11:20 p.m. on a Tuesday.  And all within the city limits of West Covina, California (there is no East Covina).  And he was out on a no-cash bond for all three by 3:30 Wednesday afternoon. 

Seems like you and me, fellow Patriot, were born a bit too soon.  Please allow me to provide an example:

I can tell you the story of a young man who stole $163.00 from a chicken hatchery back in 1953.  That was 70 years ago.  He worked for them after school and on weekends, sweeping up and dusting and mopping.  He thought he deserved a raise.  His boss disagreed.  So he took the money when they weren't looking.  He thought.  Dumb decision, and one he'd come to regret for the rest of his life.

He was tried and convicted of a felony and sentenced to the Algoa Reformatory for Boys, in Jefferson City, Missouri.  Until he was 21 years old.  And since he was only 16 at the time, it was a 5 year sentence.  For what would now be called petty theft.  Today, he'd be released on a no-cash bail and told to stop back sometime in the Fall and say "hi" to the judge.  If it wouldn't prove too inconvenient.  

This event I told you about ruined the life of that young man.  I can tell you that for certain, as he was my older brother.  He was 16 and I was 10.  I watched the sheriff put him in handcuffs and lead him away.    

His name was John, he was six years my senior, and he's passed on to his just rewards.  I can therefore now tell his story, not to embarrass his memory, but to make the starkest of comparisons between then...and now.

Then?

They threw you in the slammer for almost nothing.  And there was almost no crime.

Now?  

You can do pretty much anything you want to anyone you want, at anytime you want, and nobody gives a sh*t.  And nobody goes to jail.  Why do we need jailers, again?  Is that an improvement?

BTW, one side effect of all this is I learned how to fight.  Having my brother called a "jail bird" sparked many after school dust ups.

My brother was born too soon.  And, ummm, so was I.  I might actually have chosen a different career path had the outlaw ub in me grown up in today's liberal 'Murica.  

Now then, being born today means you can steal the car you want instead of work for it.  You can walk into Bloomingdale's and simply grab an armfull of clothes and walk out.  Without paying.  And if the clerk tries to stop you, he'll get fired.*  It was just reported that San Franpoopco pharmacies are now chaining up their toothpaste.  And their ice cream.  And thier Tide.  With chains.  And padlocks.  

Is this Bizarroo World, or what?  

Yes, yes it is.

While trans wierdos are flashing their tits at White House gettogethers, viewed by none other than our own Bad Conduct Discharged crack-addict and whoremonger, Mr. Hunter Biden, who today will plead in the Delaware District Court to two misdemeanor sweetheart deals in an effort to avoid 10 years in jail for the commission of two felonies.  He perjured himself on Federal Form 4453 when he bought a gun.  Which is a felony.  Which he then threw in a trash can at a supermarket.  Which is a felony.  Forget everything else: where we to do the same thing as the Big Guy's son, it would cost $3.00 to get us a postcard.  

Americans are suffering through record inflation and crime and stultifying overregulation.  And those of us who like to obey the law are conflicted; it would pay so much better to do the Five Finger Discount, now wouldn't it?  

I am not suggesting we revert to the overly harsh sentencing so prevalent in my brother's time, but maybe take a look at whether perpetrators have previous crimes on the books before turning them loose to commit others.  A rap sheet as long as your arm should be enough.

What do you think?