It was a nice spring day in The Motor City April 15, 1977 when I went downtown to look for a job.  The Ren-Cen was hiring due to their Grand Opening so they needed new employees.  As I entered the tall building, i over heard some one screeming, loud to the top of their vioce, at that time cement busters operators were breaking cement to drown out his cry for help.  I then looked over a wood fence 6 to 7 ft high and I saw three me way up high holding a man I later ID as Jimmy Hoffa and he was yelling still loud. I then saw them push him into a large hole a concrete piller which supports this building.  Their was a cement truck up their and a vehicle which I later saw looking for me.  As the two men pushed him in the hole, the cement truck started to fill this large hole with concrete.  Then, suddenly another younger man approached me and said "If I don't keep moveing I will be next"  I said ok man, you don't have to worry about me, I out of here". so as I walked away fast he begin to
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ok, tell us where he is buried then, we all would like to know that
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I was Lou Bachrodt's secretary at Lou Bachrodt Chevrolet in Pompano Beach, Florida.  He is the meanest boss I ever had.  He would swear at me and make unreasonable demands on all his employees.  Women would go for up to 5 years without a raise.  He had temper tantrums and everyone feared him including me.  The stress he put me under caused a stress related illness and I have been on disability for 7 years now.  I don't miss him at all and I still have nightmares about him every week.
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This is what I once told a retired, racial, state trooper from Alabama, who stopped talking to me after he found out my daugher was black/white. I told him to go to any library and find me a time in history when American's fled from America to go elsewhere to live; to find me a time in history when any other race went to a country, stole the people from their homes, brought them to a country where they were treated less than dogs; women and girls raped brutally while their husbands, or fathers, or brothers were forced to watch; where men and boys were auctioned off like cattle. I asked him how he would feel if I sent someone to his house to do this to him and his family. He couldn't or wouldn't answer me, he has not to this day gone to the library to do  any research. So until people can do some research about what they hate, they need to stop hating it. And, this retired, racial state trooped from Alabama started talking to me again after a few weeks. And his racial jokes all but stopped. He still can't help but tell a few, but they are not in the same tone as they were before. I feel I must also tell you I was born and raised in Louisiana, I am 42, white female taught to believe that niggers are niggers and feed the dogs better. When I joined the Army, I was brought to the realization that everything I was taught to believe about the black people I grew up with was a lie. I was so humilliated and sick of myself when i realized what i had been part of that I wanted to die, but was too scared to die because how could I stand in front of God on judgement day? Anyway, I am glad to know that what I was taught was not the truth. Anyone seeking the truth should go do some research at any library. Its free. Be you any color of skin.
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How about pretty much all of the bones in my right hand?   \n\nYears ago I was changing a flat tire on my International Truck out in the parking lot where I worked.  A buncha guys were talking to me as I was doing it.  When I was putting the new tire on, my right hand was on the top of the tire, right below the wheel well...and then the jack slipped and the truck came down crushing my hand between the tire and the truck.\n\nI don't think I've ever cursed as much in my whole life, and thank god those guys were there because they were able to lift the truck up enough to get my hand out and take me to the hospital.
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I think we are missing the real story here.\n\nThis guy was 72, not 27, 72.  He was the Mayor, and he found the time to make house calls to ensure the plumbing was still working.  I hope at 72 I can find my pipe wrench, I'm not even going to hope that it will still works.
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i worked with the guy on a few jobs. he was, well, i'd say "ok". he meant well, and gosh, 'couldn't find a nicer dude, but to me it really is about getting the framing done, working well with the nail guns, not being "preachy" to the other guys. i mean, most of us were convicts -- what else do ya see at a site in south jeruz', ya know? anyway, most of us had kinda..let's say "checkered" pasts if ya know what i mean, and we didn't want to hear all that "you shouldn't steal" and "don't kill people" talk.  gosh, what a puritan!  well, i digress. i'd rate the guy a 8 on a scale of 1 to 12. and i'm not counting prayer breaks, cos the dude took him some prayer breaks, nk?  oh i think he swiped my tool belt, but i can't prove it.
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My father was a trooper for some time (20yrs) and I was visiting he and mom on leave from the Navy a number of years back and was invited to ride with him for awhile one afternoon to catchup on our guy talk---on the  freeway when a car comes from behind over the overpass we had just come over --zoomba----------- super fast --Dad slams down on it and the chase was on--speeds well in excess of 100 mph --dad called for backup --other patrol vehicles joined in --some from the opposite direction--spikes were laid out and after some 20 minutes the dude hit the spikes lost all his tires and control--he had reduced speed somewhat before he hit but it still wiped him out--severe injuriies--to the hospital---found out later that he had just beat the holy_______out of his wife and the neighbors had called the cops and that was what he was running from---my only such experience and one I wouldn't care to repeat SCARED THE EVERLIVING OUT OF ME--I don't think I breathed an easy breath for two weeks afterward
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It will always stay in my mind...I was in a class at my company's HQ in Baltimore.  During our 10 AM coffee break one of the guys came in and said that a plane had hit the World Trade Center...we thought he meant the WTC in downtown Baltimore...we all went outside to look...nothing wrong there.  We all went next door to see the TV and realized it was in NYC...by then the 2nd tower had been hit.  Class was out for the day...we were all glued to the TV...everyone in the company was sent home early because Gov. Glendening was going to close the I-95 tunnel under Balto. Harbor.\nBy the mid-afternoon there were F-16s flying combat air patrol over Baltimore.\nOur class got out that Friday; all of us had to drive home - no flights available; another guy and I had a rental car from the week before.  I live in Oregon; he lives in Arizona.  We started driving - dropped him off with his brother-in-law in Detroit, then I drove all the way to Portland.  One guy had to rent a U-Haul to drive home; rental cars couldn't be had for love or money.\nOne of my cousins is a lawyer in NYC...we like her in spite of it:)...she had an early morning meeting in the WTC, and got out of the north tower 1/2 hr. before the first plane hit...
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My father manufactured the active ingredient in agent orange,(C-5,6), at Hooker Chemical's Montague Michigan plant for the duration of the Vietnam War. The process was so volatile and so toxic that it had to be manufactured on a seven story wall-less superstructure in the middle of a 160 acre field. All of the production was then loaded on railway tankcars for shippment to Dow Chemical of Midland Mi.for addition of solvents and packaging for shipment to the military. At the close of the war, the superstructure was dismantled, and it, and all associated equipment, tools etc. were buried in a huge clay lined disposal pit on the site. The site remains a Toxic hot spot to this day and all of the surrounding neighborhood has water piped into them as the groundwater is highly contaminated. From '82-'93 my father ran a chlorine plant's maintainence department on the persian gulf, about 25 kliks from Kuwait City in Saudi. In 1997 he fell ill with the small cell cancer that has become consistent, though unrecognized by our government, as due to exposure to AO or its components. I know this as I was a service officer for the Am Legion Post here in my  town, and have seen the wreckage that this stuff left in its wake. I am an Non Combatant, US Navy, Vietnam Era vet, ( Commonly refferred to as a "rear echelon puke" ), who salutes and thanks you for your service. Hope you are well, and look forward to your Photo posts as you are quite knowledgeable on the subject. God Bless, Jed
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Several years ago I was driving through Scottsdale  in an older model Buick station wagon with expired tags. As I pulled out of Wal Mart I passed a Scottsdale pig, as we passed we looked each other right in the eyes then he went for my tags put on the old brakes and hung a u-turn and proceeded in my direction. We were in a residential area so I hung a left into the neighborhood, I noticed several folks in their front yard, that were just coming or going, so I immediately pulled over in front pop ed out of the wagon and proceeded to walk up to the homeowner to ask him id a so & so lived there, just as I did the Scottsdale bear drove very slowly by, checking it all out , this time I made sure we made no eye contact and he kept on going; thank you Lord!  He spotted the bad tags , but there is a rule of thumb with cops that unless you bolt on them or haul ass away, the further you can remove yourself from the inital point of contact, then they may, or may not hit you up. I sashayed back to the Buick and bolted out of Dodge.
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I don't think you are a coward but probably practical.  You could've been injured in an attempt to stop what you felt to be abusive actions.  None of us were there so we can't judge what happened as far as the actions of the police are concerned but go to their department and file a complaint.  I can assure you it will be investigated.  I just wonder though, did you find out what the young man was arrested for because the last time I checked it's not illegal to be black so I'm thinking that your comment about him being arrested for being black is probably false.  Maybe he actually committed a crime and really did resist arrest.  It does happen from time to time and the law says an officer can utilize a level of force one above the level of force being used by the suspect in order to effect an arrest.  Then again, you may have witnessed another bunch of low life, egotistical police officers who did violate the mans rights.  Your decision to make and I'm sure you'll make the best decisilon for yourself.  Check into the arrest.  Call the police department and tell them that you are a resident and would like to know what the young man was arrested for on that date and time.  It's public information and they should be able to tell you if you have the date and time even if you don't have his name.
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absolutely the most ridiculous instance of police abuse/brutality that i can recall in many years.....i am appalled...i sent this link to my dad as he and i discuss these issues daily and he says believe it or not it happens everyday all over.....just so happens someone caught this...i cannot believe they expected that guy to just get up...i wonder how easy it would have been for them to get up after being tazed...and to threaten him with tazing again? OUTRAGEOUS!...he was obviously incapacitated if he couldnt even get up so where was the threat to them that would have caused them to do it again!?!...i'd have probably been still puking my guts up too much to get off my knees!...can you say lawsuit?...i hope they get what they deserve...this was totally senseless....thank you for opening my eyes today
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I think there was more to the high-jacking than we have been told. Why I do not know...There has been a lot of talk about the way the twin towers fell. \nThank you for sending this I have enjoyed.
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One man out of thirteen survived this tragedy.  I call this a tragedy because the officials could have acted an awful lot faster than what they did in getting the others out.  In fact, it was in the newspaper today about how one of the miners that died kept a running diary while trapped for over twelve hours until he finally died.  Granted, they were of varying ages, but that should not have made any difference.  They should have ALL been out in a matter of a few hours, not a few days.  I blame the mining company in part because of the inaccessibility to the mine shaft and the mine itself.  One way out of this thing?  PLEASE!  If the mine was built in recent years, I would think that a second exit would have been put in.  The mining company did not see to this, and so I blame them.  ALSO...the town should NOT  be paying for their funerals, the mining company should be footing the ENTIRE BILL!!!  As for the mayor...who knows?  Not me.
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glad that you mentioned David Koresh , how high was president Clintons numbers after the fbi burned down waco?  because the Fbi and atf started the fire after putting in explosive gas in the building. there was a wonderful documentary presented by HBO on this crime.
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The doors on my car froze shut on me once and I couldn't get them open.  I had to call 911 from my cell phone and the cop finally got the passenger side open but I am a large person and he had to LEAN over me to try to push the driver's side door open.  I hit the lever and let the seat lay me flat of my back and then I got the giggles and he wondered what I was laughing about and I said, "Is that your nightstick or are you just happy to see me".  He cracked up and said he didn't know how in the world he was going to write this one up! TRUE STORY!
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Hi Funnyguy,\nAbout the time I got into high school, I started noticing the way other people were living. I began to realize that I came from a clan of poor ingrates, breeding without concern of a pedigree. In lay terms, I was a simple S.O.B.\nI began to wonder, oh no, what in thee hell am I going to do? It took awhile to get a plan but then, one day I sold my mum for a hundred dollars to some young punk. I took that hundred and invested it into a ten-speed bicycle.\nOK, there was a king-pin who lived in the neighborhood. I didn't know his name but everyone called him, "Angel," and I got a job working for him to deliver envelopes around town. The cops were always cruising the streets and I had a fun time ducking into alleys and following my bike after heaving it over the chain linked fence.\nI finally figured out what was in the envelopes and I had enough cash saved up to try another line of work. But Angel wouldn't hear of it. He said, "You ain'ta gonna quit. See that fat guy over der? He gonna beat the crap outta ya dad if you do." If that wasn't enough to persuade me to stay he added, "See dat greasy looking guy over der? He gonna rape yer sista."\nSo, I told Angel about my sister, how she'd been giving it up for a long time and, I already sold my mum, did he think I cared about what would happen to my dad too? Angel had another card up his sleeve and said, "See da girl over there, she gonna kill you and da worst pard of it is, dey won't be any pain."\nFunnyguy, I must tell you now that I became very frightened. So much so that I went to the chief of police and fessed up with the entire story. As I finished, I told him I only wanted to get out. The chief replied smug and self assured, as he drawled, "Well ok, we'll try to hep ya."\nA few days passed and my routines returned to normal. I had forgotten what wheels I had set into motion and stepped outside one morning to notice that no birds were singing. None of the regular stray dogs were roaming the streets. A tumble weed bounced out of an alley. However, I became aware of some S.W.A.T. team members scoping me from behind trees and roof tops. Then, the chief of police entered the street with a posse of cruisers. They drew their service weapons on me as a captain approached with a set of handcuffs. The chief said, "Angel's gone, the fat guy's gone, the greasy guy is gone. And now, you're going to join them."\nThe whole neighborhood got busted. As I looked out the back window of the cruiser I could see the bulldozers already beginning to level the block. I got sentenced away to perform hard labor. Taking turns between sweatshops, manual labor, milking cows, pipe irrigation. All the while always working side by side with cousins of inbreeds just like me. There is really no way out of this hell. The only moral to my story is,\nCHOOSE YOUR PARENTS VERY CAREFULLY!\n-Zealnik