Good news, in case anybody’s following the case of Cole Puffinburger, the six-year-old boy of Vegas who was abducted at gunpoint by men pretending to be police officers, he’s been found alive and unharmed.
Best news I’ve heard today. And yes, that includes Powell endorsing Obama.
Bull.
No person named “Cole Puffinburger” can possibly exist.
Yeah, I was really relieved at that; I have a six year old son, and it really hit home for me more than usual. These things seem to not turn out well most of the time, but I held out hope because it was not some kiddy diddler/sicko who kidnapped him.
His grandfather and whatever family members who tried to rip of a Mexican drug cartel are are effing awful people and I hope they are punished to the fullest extent of the law.
Effing stupid people, too. To think trying to get away with stealing money from a fucking drug cartel is worth the risk pretty much ensures that you have nothing between your ears but Jack, shit, and maybe a little Tequila.
I’m glad the kid is OK, and I hope he grows up somewhere far, far away from anyone involved in this.
Trying to sell chargrilled north Atlantic seabirds to the people of Nevada was an enterprise that was doomed to failure from the start, and they should never have invested in it. It’s no wonder that Iceland’s gone bankrupt.
I think it was the inclusion of the cabbage that doomed the enterprise, Onion Whaleburger and Tomato Penguinpizza are both opening new stores almost daily.
Why not? I went to kindergarten with a kid named Michael Teefatiller, and I have the yearbook to prove it. 
I was so glad to see Cole was safe, too.
This was big news here in Vegas, and I think everyone (including his kidnappers) was relieved that the kid was back safe and sound.
You got a yearbook in kindergarten?
All right, I have a serious question about this.
On Friday when I went to pick up my kid after school we saw a giant billboard with this child on it. We made the same Puffinberger comments as a couple of people here, and I wondered what was really going on, because I never saw an abducted child on a billboard before. I really expected an explanation with the next billboard and that it was some kind of promotion. So imagine my surprise.
Now, how do you get this kind of pull? Child abducted Wednesday, on billboard at major intersection on Friday with picture and 800 number. (In Denver.)
How did that happen? Who paid for the billboard? It’s prime space. (And it seems to have helped.)
Right away I felt like the boy would eventually be found alive. Drug dealers aren’t stupid, they are businessmen who know that if the police found a corpse, they would be running for the rest of their lives. Still…whew! Pretty fucked up they dropped him in a remote neighborhood and split, but that’s business for ya.
I hope the kid earns some money by selling his life story and putting in a trust fund.
Billboards are one of the many elements of the Amber alert program which distributes information about abducted children. Federal and state funding is available for Amber alerts.
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I dunno: I mean, drug cartels are criminal organizations which exist for nefarious reasons. I could see someone trying to rip off a cartel as a sort of ‘Robin Hood’ kind of thing (them, with noble intentions, of course). I don’t know the grandfather’s intentions (probably not-so-noble), but either way, ripping off a friggin’ international criminal organization takes a sh*tload of resources–if not just firepower–which is something the dude just didn’t have. He got in way over his head, and his grandson damn near paid with his life. But I agree: “effing awful/effin’ stoopid!”
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I am glad they found the little man safe and sound, though. I think KGS is right though; if the cartels harmed a hair on the boy’s head, their own heads would be mounted on pikes outside Las Vegas’ gates.
Tripler
Yes, I know Vegas doesn’t have gates. They’d spike ‘em up on the Excalibur or somethin’.
Well, it technically belonged to my older sister, who was in the sixth grade that year, but I seem to be the one who kept it, and several others. It was a K through 8 school at that time; the high school didn’t open until two years later. It was a small town; there were 63 people in my HS graduating class.