West Hollywood...dyke Sheriff with big swinging di**! Stick to softball...

There is nothing worse that a dyke meter-maid on a bicycle - especially when they are stalking a potential victim to meet their quota for the day - in gay gluch in West Hollywood.

These low-life hefty bags are under the impression they’ve got big swinging di**s between their legs!

And, if you happen to have the misfortune to be riding in traffic behind one of these two-ton piglets, the ugly sight of rolls of fat hanging over the bicycle seat are enough to make anyone with the strongest stomach puke.

Today, I caught sight of one who obviously had an IQ of about 2.

And, all the personality of a slug.

In spite of the fact motorists were either paid-up at the meter, or protected by a handicapped tag in their windshield,, she stood in the street staring at drivers (awaiting to alight or drive on) sure there must be something wrong that might warrant a ticket.

This especially rang true in respect to a white gay male minding his own business as he waited for a male friend to finish up shopping and return to the car.

It was obvious from where I stood that the man-hater with the psychological problems was suffering from a severe case of penis envy!

Yeah, strapping a dildo on, doesn’t quite do it.

Eh, , diesel Jane?
 
Why don't they stick with softball?

 
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West Hollywood...Police State & Sheriff misconduct! Rights violations...

Now that the weather is perking up with days filled with glorious sun and clear skies, you may be inclined to roll up your sleeves and clean up your car at the curb in the street.

If you live in West Hollywood, you may want to think twice about that, unless you do not mind a shake-down by the local Sheriff's department.

One resident flung the doors of their late model vehicle open wide, and started an energetic purge, when a squad car cruised by.

Huh?

In a jiffy, the officer made a quick "u" tune, and proceeded to drive up the "wrong side" of the street (causing other drivers to shake their head in disbelief) and slowly ease his vehicle alongside the individual's car until his eyeline was just slightly forward of the back hatch which was wide open and revealed the contents packed inside.

"What are you up to, Sir," he asked in so many words.

Duh!

To most reasonably intelligent folks, it probably would have been obvious that some spring cleaning was going down.

Shaken, but not stirred (as James Bond might quip) the driver politely informed the Sheriff  that he was tidying up his vehicle since it was great weather to be outdoors and active.

At this point, the Sheriff (obviously with a stick up his butt)  asked the WeHo resident if he had any ID on him.

Huh?

A uneasy feeling rippled through his body as he tried to fathom what was going down.

Was a Law Enforcement Officer legally entitled to ask for identification from a citizen without provocation or reasonable grounds to make such a demand?

The resident hesitated, and wondered to himself if he should perhaps deny the request, on legal grounds.

Because he'd heard horror stories - as he put it -  about what happens to individuals when they stand up to a cop's alleged authority (getting mouthy or treating them with disrespect in their mind set) he was inclined to hand over his license with some reservations.

The Sheriff proceeded to input his name and address into the computer.

Nada.

After noticing that the mailing address on the license was a P.O. Box he quizzed the driver about his home address.

Again, the WeHo resident was a little taken aback, bywhat he thought was an inappropriate question.

Was he entitled to obtain  that information - or request it - in this particular instance?

Needless to say, afraid that cop might react in a negative way (or try to find some fault to retaliate), he complied reluctantly.

When it came to the interrogator's attention that the owner of the vehicle lived a few blocks away, the bully demanded to know why the spring cleaner was "over here".

Gosh, the driver explained to moi, I didn't know there were so many silly restrictive  laws in West Hollywood.

Who would have thought that cleaning out your car on a sunny day was illegal, or travelling from one section of a neighborhod to another, required permission from the local Sheriff's department!

At this point, the smirking Sheriff  handed back the license, before slapping him in the face with some stupid comment like:

 "Have a nice day."

What an a**hole!

No wonder, when you consider the criteria for landing a job at the WeHo Sheriff's Department!

The candidate need only pass a GED (a "D" will squeak him or her through), stand at least five foot nothing, and love to gobble down doughnuts with sprinkles on top.

And, have a psycho yearning to wear a badge to bolster his manhood!

After all, I expect these wobbly-kneed jerk-offs were once nerds who got sand kicked in their faces, and laughed at day-in and day-out at school.

And, just try to fight a ticket in court, when these slippery characters show up to tell their side of things.

It is pretty much a given they will lie through their teeth.

What is a synonym for law enforcement officer?

Professional liar!

It's pretty obvious from other stories I've heard that WeHo Sheriff's have a flagrant disregard for citizen rights.

Because of it, the upscale community is fast-becoming a police state, of sorts.

They were scraping the barrel when they rustled up these pigs, one astute neighbour asserted.

Amen!

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Entourage...WeHo shoot! Sheriff has sh** for brains! Lies about copyright infringement laws...

So is a Sheriff's pie hole!

Yesterday morning I was trundling down the oh-so-trendy Melrose (yes, of "Melrose Avenue" fame) when I spied a film crew setting up just shy of the Urth Cafe.

I've expended many-an-hour on location over the years in my capacity as an actor, so I am generally pretty jaded when it comes to the fascinating realm of movie-making on the streets of Hollywood.

However, when a bystander noted that scenes were being shot for Entourage (a fave cable show about the ins-'n-outs of the film biz) I was inclined to stop and take an up-close gander.

Within seconds of whipping out my HD Video camera, a Sheriff with a stick up his butt, lumbered over and informed me that if I wasn't a member of the crew I was required to stand on the other side of the street.

Okie-dokie!

Shortly after I flipped open the screen of my snazzy camera with all the bells and whistles, and I began to pan in close to capture two actors alighting from an old Lincoln Continental, old jowly-face was throwing his weight around again (which was considerable).

"I told 'ya they were shooting. You're too close to the shot."

I corrected the dim-wit.

"No, you instructed me to cross over to this side of the street."

It wasn't my fault the street stretched for miles each way - and likewise - that he failed to specify where to exactly perch.

And the city of West Hollywood pays this loser a salary?

After a brief chat with another lout on the force, the grunt shuffled back over, and persisted with his harassment.

"You can take still photos, but no video. That would be copyright infringement."

Boy, did this officer have sh** for brains, or what?

You see, as fate would have it, I studied law.

And, one of my courses focused on copyright infringement, in particular.

I was inclined to enlighten him about his ignorance, but keenly aware that if I made a fuss , he might try to find some excuse to cite me, seize my video footage, whatever.

You know how they abuse the color of authority, after all!

So, I played along.

"Sure, whatever you say Officer."

I half-turned at this point to avoid laughing in his ugly face.

What an idiot!

Residents of the neighborhood, tourists - even a curiosity seekers - were certainly within their rights to videotape events ongoing in the busy public street!

Notwithstanding, it should have been obvious to any moron with an IQ of about 2, that no one can copyright a street!

Old lard a** was spending too much time at the doughnut shop when he should have been pouring over the law books instead.

For his sake, I sure hope his di** is bigger than his brain!

Bottom line, he's doesn't know his butt from a pothole in the ground.

Rainbow Sheriff's out-of-touch with reality!

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West Hollywood Sheriffs...harass residents & waste taxpayers' money!

A friend of mine pulled into the curb at the corner of Waring and Kings Road at the crack of dawn (5:30 a.m.), dashed out of his vehicle, and snatched up a copy of the morning daily from the news stand.

Typical of an avid reader of the Times, he flipped through the pages to check out the headlines - and likewise - make sure all the sections were intact.

Darn!

Just as he realized the "California" section was missing, he was blinded by a dazzling white light that streaked through the windshield at lightning speed.

When he peered out, he spied a Sheriff's squad car at the intersection, but because of the intensity of the light was unable to discern how many officers were inside at first

As my friend shifted into drive, and proceeded to carry on, he spied an agitated-looking driver in a vehicle behind the officers waiting for the Sheriffs to roar off and get out of his way.

Typical!

Wherever they go, Sheriffs in West Hollywood inconvenience the locals because of their thoughtless conduct and perverse tendency to harass residents without good reason who are minding their own business and acting within the confines of the law.

On Santa Monica Boulevard a few minutes later, my neighbor caught sight of the two officers pulling into a "no parking zone" (just a few meters beyond a bus stop) where they proceeded to step out of the vehicle.

The two losers left the engine running and the headlights on as they lumbered over to - 'ya got it - the doughnut shop!

Yup, harassing residents is not only strenuous work, but whips up an appetite, too.

No doubt, the city's not so finest, were about to scoff down a batch of yummy chocolate doughnuts with sprinkles on 'em.

Just the kind of nudge their spreading butts needed.

A few days ago, Sheriff Baca threatened to close down the jail, as he belly-ached about a lack of funds in the coffers.

No wonder, when the Sheriff's Department is wasting precious funds on jar heads like the two my friend had the misfortune to cross paths with this morning, who have no sense of priority and amount to a couple of slackers.

Dudes, no wonder they call 'ya pigs!

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