tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497093028548856666.post3342919617105774054..comments2024-03-22T11:14:05.861-04:00Comments on UncleBob's Treehouse: Broken Windows, Hot Dogs and the Social OrderAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16046202647270439670noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497093028548856666.post-85465175305641833122007-12-27T20:01:00.000-05:002007-12-27T20:01:00.000-05:00Yeah, they dumped my lid into the street, the bast...Yeah, they dumped my lid into the street, the bastids!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16046202647270439670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8497093028548856666.post-7263013134030777452007-12-27T11:56:00.000-05:002007-12-27T11:56:00.000-05:00It sounded like you and me grew up in the same sma...It sounded like you and me grew up in the same small town. I had to laugh at the comment about the baggie, been there,had it happen to me. I was no angel, and the local cops knew me on a first name basis. I learned that the back doors of a cop car do not open from the inside (LOL) Learned the hard way about respect, and I was better off for it as I look back.<BR/>Todays cops are so afraid to do the things that need to be done because they will get sued.<BR/>It was the "informal" policing that kept me out of jail.<BR/>Those where the good old days, when cops where cops and if you made a mistake, you had a chance to learn from your mistakes the hard way with out alot of fanfare.breezmisterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14692540677595538973noreply@blogger.com