Ha! Yes, I Thought That Would Get Your Attention
Of course, with all the perversity that you have come to love and expect from BOOJUM! we are not going to be detailing the exploits of the Tracy family, although Conrad does wonder what kind of business Jeff Tracy ran, where he has enough ready money on hand to purchase an entire island, and then create and maintain a positive plethora of highly-advanced hardware. I mean, Thunderbird 3 can manage interplanetary travel. Art!
One presumes they have their own generating plant, because it would be highly embarrassing were an alert for International Rescue to go out, only for them to be sitting in the dark with candles for illumination. And, if they were connected to the energy grid of a nearby nation, the enormously high use of energy that just so happens to coincide with global emergencies might cause eyebrows to be raised and enquiries to be made.
ANYWAY allow me to go stir the Sunday stew. Back shortly!
Looking good.
Where were we? O yes -
This is an insane tale related by Original Poster over on a Youtube Reddit compilation. They had found an International Harvester 1947 pick-up truck in a barn and had restored it to it's original status. Art!
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| The beast in question |
This vehicle would cost you about $25,000 to purchase - if the owner was interested in selling, which is a big ask. OP had 0% intention of selling it.
Things went south, and also east and west, when OP pulled into a 7/11 to get 'gas', which is the South Canadian substitute for the proper word, 'petrol'. When he came out of the store a snotty teenager of about 17 was sitting in his IH's cab. There was a bit of back and forth about selling it before trespassing teen bolted. OP went back in to pay for gas and when he came out, TT was there with his dad. Things got a bit heated and Deadbeat Dad said "Either you sell us this truck or we're taking it", upon which OP called the sheriff's office. Art!
O no. Far from it.
That night, just before heading to bed, he heard two intruders trying to get into his garage. Once again he called the sheriff, and this time went out with his shotgun, loaded with rock salt not lead shot. Non-lethal but very painful. The intruders were ordered to lie on the ground, face down, until the sheriff arrived.
Yes, it was TT and DD, who claimed the truck was theirs and OP had stolen it and they were just trying to get it back and they were totally innocent -
Which lasted all of two minutes until OP provided his ownership documents and allowed the police to run his licence plates, which proved it was his car. The International, therefore, was rescued, or as close to it as makes no difference, and is how we get today's title.
It's not looking too good for these doughnuts, is it? Art!
They landed in jail. Then the wife of DD gets involved, bringing a lawsuit against OP for intimidation, threats, false reporting and false arrest. What makes her even angrier is that hubbo and son are still in jail, because neither they nor she can make bail. She can't bail them but has money to file a frivolous lawsuit? Go figure. When she rings to threaten OP, he records the calls and sends them to the po-po.
The Petulant Pair need to be kept out of general population in jail, as they mixed it with the wrong person and got beaten up. Since both had long prison records, they ought to have been a touch more savvy.
King Karen, the wife, is also further enraged when the sheriff gets a search warrant and finds loads of stolen property on their land. When her silly lawsuit is dismissed (with a sneer from the judge, I bet) she really loses it and rings OP to threaten him and state that she's going to get that truck for her son. Art!
OP, of course - obviously! - records the call and sends a copy to the sheriff. KK is promptly arrested, on making 'terroristic threats', a major felony charge.
OP and his attorney then move forward with a case against this dreadful family, and are guaranteed to win. Since they will refuse to pay, he then plans to put a lien on all their property, in addition to the Cease & Desist and No Contact writ being served on them.
The story is only a fortnight old, and Conrad wouldn't expect the court case to be resolved until later this year, so we may get a resolution when someone in the Comments updates us.
Off to stir the stew again - wish me luck.
Proof The South Canadians Miss Us
Or at least "The Daily Beast" does. It is my contention that they have an item about the British monarchy in every new edition and I am right far more often than I'm wrong. Poor folks, they can't stay away. Today they outdid themselves. Art!
Yeah, I bet you're not feeling so smug about 1783, are you? Ha!
Trumpliwinks
Yes yes yes, that's an hilarious pun on the game 'Tiddlywinks' by melding it with DJ Tango. You know how, in tiddlywinks, you progress by flipping counters?
Well, it seems that some of Donald Buck's co-indicted lawyers are frantically trying to get a trial as soon as possible in the Find Me One Georgian Voter More Than Sleepy Joe Got Or I'll Have You Imprisoned And Tortured case. Art!
The reason why is because Donald is going to throw all his lawyers under the bus, saying that he took their advice about what he ought to do, that he's just a simple (!) businessman and the fault is all theirs, theirs, THEIRS.
However, Citizen Trump is trying to delay this case as long as possible, because aliens might attack and kill all the wicked evil people, like the ones trying to put him in jail, and then he'd be crowned King Emperor Of America, The End. Take note of that word 'delay'.
Kev and Syd, the gumshots of whom you see above, want a nice speedy trial so that, by flipping, they can throw Donald under the bus first. If other indicted legal counsels like Eastman or Giuliani flip on Donald, he's going to have a very unpleasant time in court when his day comes.
Keep bringing the popcorn!
"City In The Sky"
Ace has ventured out onto the external hull of Arcology One.
“Beautiful,’ she murmured. Blue
and brown and green and white, oceans and land and cloud, all in fantastic
clarity unfogged by atmosphere. Then the
view swung up and the sun glared at her briefly like the biggest, brightest
headlight ever, before the dead, grey, stark visage of the Moon came into view,
shockingly clear.
‘Makes me want to get back Downstairs,’ came Alex’s voice. He turned away from the boxy airlock and
pointed across the hull plating, to a giant grey delta aircraft that stood
fifty metres away, close to the largest airlock exit. ‘Dart Three.’
In fact it wasn’t as large as she imagined, though still big enough to
carry a bus inside. Three narrow Lexan
windows looked out from the nose of the craft, a pair of skids anchored it to
Arcology One, and small clusters of thruster nozzles were ringed around the
nose and rear. Very basic.
Alex led her along the port side and used another key to pull a door outwards, then down. It came out smoothly on hydraulics, descended all the way to the floor and formed a set of steps for them. Once inside Alex turned on his suit headlights, retracted the door and also turned on a battery-powered convection heater before Ace could make the mistake of cracking her helmet seal – the temperature inside the hull would be lethally cold should anyone dare breathe before it warmed up. He then cracked the seal on a cylinder of oxygen stored upright by the doorway. After a few minutes Ace realised she could hear the cylinder hissing – which meant there was an atmosphere in the craft. The young engineer gave her a thumbs-up and took his helmet off.
Of course she'll have to report all this back to the Doctor, who likes other people's opinions and observations.
Of The Burning Man Festival
The ironic hilarity of this festival being flooded and mudded has had the shine taken off it by the death of an attendee, with no details given as far as Conrad can see.
The only time it previously crossed my attention was when a group of '9/11 Was An Inside Job' woo-woo purveyors loudly claimed they were going to use thermite to cut steel beams and cross-sections, to prove to the world that Prez Bush planned the whole thing, and his dad and Clinton did all the dirty work, and the Twin Towers were brought down by thermite ... Art!
They rapidly found out their plan was impossible because thermite doesn't work that way, and they had to resort to setting off three pots of it under a banner. The world was unimpressed.
Finally -
Better find out what my schedule for next week is, and box up the Sunday Stew. I bet you can hardly read that without the adrenaline getting going, hmmmm?
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