You are a leech, sucking the life out of everything you touch. Everything you do is less than worthless. To call your life pointless would be an insult to pointless lives everywhere; your life actually subtracts from the world’s worth. How does that feel, to know both that you are not outside of society, and that you are actually making the world a worse place to live every time you take a breath into your scabrous lungs? How does it feel to know that not one person would shed a tear if you took a bullet in your “brain” (I use the term loosely) right now? That in fact more people would be happy than would grieve?
When you smashed in the window of Eric’s truck, that was an exercise in random nihilism. When you smashed in the windows of six other vehicles–mine included–in the same parking lot, that was asking for retribution. And you may rest assured, retribution is what you will get. The cops told us straight out: there’s no chance of them catching you. And we won’t follow legal action, because all the law can do is take your money (which you don’t have) or lock you up (with your equally soulless friends). We will teach you what it means to take responsibility for your actions.
You didn’t get much from me; maybe $40 worth, plus my false sense of security. But you got more–a LOT more–from others, and we will take every last cent of it out of your hide. Every moment of my windowless drive home in the 29-degree cold, all of the innumerable, bloody gashes I got in my hand from cleaning glass out of my seat: every single bit of it will be inflicted on you with honors and you will wish you’d never been within a country mile of the scene of the crime.
And you will be the only one who cares. The rest of the world will throw a party.
I’d keep going, but it’s hard to type with my hands so tied up in bandages.
The last time this happened to me, I was standing with the cops assessing what had been taken from my car (nothing, as it turned out), when a bunch of kids walked past smirking. The cops shouted “returning to the scene of the crime, lads?” to which one of them replied “fuck off!” The police were convinced it was them, but could do nothing about it. I felt like Basil Fawlty, shaking his fist and pleading with the cops “just one, please, just one punch”.
I feel for you Jackelope. The same thing happened several years ago to all the people on my street. The police came by and took our statement but admitted there was nothing they could do. These punks did it in the middle of winter, just to rub salt in our wounds. I relived it every time a sliver of glass popped up. I can only hope that karma gets them back.
Well, I went and replaced the window this afternoon for more money than I wanted to pay, but I have to say the new window is pleasingly clean; I keep glancing over and thinking it’s open because I can’t see the window glass. The old one had doggie noseprints all over it.
By the way, if this should happen to anyone else who reads this (heaven forfend): I thought of it too late, but we should have all exchanged numbers and checked around with repair shops to look for a group discount. Just a thought.
Outside my former apartment about 2 years ago, my housemates got their car window broken by a homeless guy. The police apprehended him - he’d broken the window to retrieve a half-finished pack of candy.
So because of this sort of shit, if I’m leaving my car anywhere that I’m worried about, I now take everything out of the glove box and put it in a bag in the trunk, leaving the glove box open and empty, and nothing else in the passenger compartment. The glove box content was all the skanger bastards were after last time my car got broken into (the trunk was full of our travelling gear and my guitar, but they didn’t open it and look, thank goodness).
That sucks jackelope. As an addition to what jjimm said, I have a friend who lives in London and kept getting his window smashed even tho’ there was little or nothing in the car.
He decided it’d be easier to leave the car empty and unlocked as the stereo was removable and the immobilizer would stop anyone actually stealing the car itself.
They still smashed his windows, the thugs are too dumb to try the door first.
Unfortunatly there’s not much you can do 'cept hope that the police catch them in the act at somepoint I’m sure they’ll get what’s coming to them someday but I’m glad you’re not going to dish it out yourself. It’s not worth it in the long run.
Back in 2000 the rear window of our Nova got smashed out. It was replaceable because of all its brothers and sisters in the junkyard, but you could fucking key that car now and it would technically be totaled. It’s working fine for the time being, but its resale value is zero.
I strongly suspect the crypto-nazi who used to be my friend until I refused to join his crusade against cops, clergy, and those who he dubbed Christians (belief in Jesus wasn’t necessarily a criteria for this). I can see how he would view smashing out my car’s window as some sort of act of a demigod that would be constitute an effective act of guerilla war. Such is a likely rationale on his part, but I digress.
That is the spirit. Let this behavior continue to run rampant. It will even be more fun when they start kicking your door down and taking your computer. Then who will you wail to looking for sympathy. Worms have to eat too. That is the only talent these b&e freaks have. The longer it goes on without examples being made the worse it will get.
OK, I’m not having a go here but I’m honestly confused as to what you mean. Are you saying that we should be making the examples out of these people or that the police should ?
I agree that something needs to be done, but I reject the argument that people breaking into cars will necessarily progress to breaking into houses. Also I don’t think taking matters into your own hands is really the right course of action 'cos you have a potential to make things much worse.
I’d like to know what you’re proposing before I go any further in case I just misread your post.
I tried that with my sports car (well, only 'coz someone broke the lock when breaking in). Some tramp ended up living in it, and using it as a toilet. He had the grace to shit into a plastic bag, which he left behind the driver’s seat, but he pissed all over the floor. Repeatedly.