A little boy was playing on the front porch of his parents home. His mother was in the house, working in the kitchen, and listening to her son play. She soon became curious about the strange sounds she heard, thinking they sounded much like a cat in distress. After a few repeated occurrences of the same horrible sound she went out on the porch to investigate the noises.

When she arrived there, everything seemed normal at first but she did notice that her son was sitting on the porch, with the family cat under his arm. She silently stood in the door, and observed her son as he played.

His actions seemed harmless enough as he made the sounds of a truck and acted out driving, shifting gears, stepping on an imaginary clutch, so on and so forth. Soon however she was astounded when her son would occasionally reach into a bag of M&M's pop a handful in his mouth. She watched dumbfounded as he then proceeded to pick up the cat, and bite the poor animal, when it issued the horrible sound she'd come to the porch to investigate.

Upon seeing that action, she moved to the steps, and demanded that her son tell her the meaning of his actions. Being a dutiful son, he replied to her question: Mom, I'm playing truck driver, You know; Jamin' gears, Popin' pills, an' eatin' pussy.

A few days after Christmas a mother was working in the kitchen, while she listened to her son playing with his new electric train in the living room. She heard the train stop, and her son said, "All of you sons of bitches who want off, get the hell off now 'cause this is the last stop! And all of you, sons of bitches who are getting on, get your asses in the train 'cause we're leaving!

The mother went into the living room and told her son, "We don't use that kind of language in this house. Now, I want you to go to your room for two hours. When you come out, you may play with your train, but I want you to use nice language.

Two hours later, her son come out of his room and resumed playing with his train. Soon the train stopped and the mother heard her son soy, "All passengers who are disembarking the train, please remember to take all of your belongings with you. We thank you for riding with us today, and hope your trip was pleasant one. We hope you will ride with us again soon."

"For those of you just boarding, we ask that you stow all of your hand luggage under your seat. Please remember, there is no smoking, except in the club car. We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today."

"For those of you who are pissed off about the two hour delay, please see the bitch in the kitchen."

A little boy wanted $100.00 very badly, he prayed and prayed for two weeks but nothing happened. Then he decided to write GOD a letter requesting the $100.00. When the postal authorities received the letter to GOD USA, they decided to send it to President Bush. The President was so impressed touched, and amused that he instructed his secretary to send the little boy $5.00 bill. Mr. Bush thought this would appear to be a lot of money to a little boy.

The little boy was delighted with the $5.00 and sat down to write a thank-you note to GOD, which read: Dear God, Thank you very much for sending me the money, however, I noticed that for some reason you had to send it through Washington and, as usual, those bastards deducted $95.00.

Once there was a little boy, who, like most little boys do for at least a little time growing up, wanted most of all to be a policeman. Now that's not a bad aspiration for a youngster, and as some kids do, this one grew up, and did become a cop.

Somehow this particular boy made all the way to being an officer, without ever having anyone notice that even though he was a law enforcement officer, that he had little or no regard for the right or the wrong of what he did, as long as it was legal. The interesting part of the story is that the legality of his acts seems to be decided by whether or not anyone is looking at the moment, the fact that his acts are against the law, is of no consequence in his mind as long as he "Gets the Crook".

The question is, shouldn't that little boy in his grown up body, be punished for his illegal acts, just as those whom he arrests are?

Valiant! Shouldn't we call them Flagrant?