I’ll bite. A less anachronistic and simplistic take might be to note that the last of The Wire was written and shot in 2007, when GTTF didn’t exist and most of those so corrupted were not even out of the police academy, that the drama...
....critique was not simply good cops stymied but targeted at a culture iofmass arrests, drug warring door-on-the-table that leads inevitably to GTTF and the exalting of such , and that time doesn’t stand still. Eventually, Herc and Carver...
...become the majors and captains and train the next generation in what they know — and don’t. And the sporadic corruption and collapse of supervision goes citywide.
*dope-on-the-table*
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It just occurred to me to tell the consummate story of the family wrought by Bernard and Dorothy Simon, the great continuing saga involving the three-volume hardback set entitled "The Secret Diaries of Harold Ickes" Bear with me:
Once upon a time, in a hamlet called Silver Spring, my parents occupied a rancher adorned with three full walls of built-in book shelving as well as additional book shelves scattered throughout the kid's rooms. Nonetheless, my father's cup runneth over. Understand...
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Hewitt, you hollowed-out little fucksquib, you've crossed the only rubicon that truly matters here. In your transparent attempt to cater to the beshitted and bespittled deplorati who easily squee at any half-ass trope that imagines decadent and vile elites, you have wantonly...
...slandered me through a linkage to this Hollywood locale. If you ever get a single, lonesome fact correct in your entire fecal-flecked career of rote hackery -- and that is an ambition to exceed your entire skillset -- know this: I live and work in Baltimore, Maryland, where...
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No evidence that he drank during hostilities; a hyped construct of Southern post-war revisionism. And the strategic and ballistic revolution of rifled weaponry and trench warfare ensured that the combatant's required to exercise the offensive would suffer greater loss in CW...
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