Sometimes people die and it is very, very sad. Sometimes people die, and they are Don Haidl. Haidl was assistant sheriff in Orange County, California, when his son and several of said son's buddies videotaped themselves gang-raping passed-out 16-year-old acquaintance Jane Doe on a pool table, with a snapple bottle, a pool cue, and a lit cigarette. Assistant Sheriff Haidl then used some portion of his hundreds of millions of dollars (from government contracts, of course) to finance a defense that would
I hope Dick Cheney joins him tomorrow night as I watch the world implode while drinking Jack Daniels and thinking about my new life as a clump of pure carbon. When he drops dead I've got advanced front row tickets to piss on him.
He was a feckless corrupt zillionaire first. The feckless corrupt "sheriff" hired him to be an "assistant sheriff" because being a feckless zillionaire was the perfect credential for being a "law enforcement officer" in Orange County.
True story: my sister played hooker for our school's girls' rugby team.
I hope Dick Cheney joins him tomorrow night as I watch the world implode while drinking Jack Daniels and thinking about my new life as a clump of pure carbon. When he drops dead I've got advanced front row tickets to piss on him.
Darn you!
He was a feckless corrupt zillionaire first. The feckless corrupt "sheriff" hired him to be an "assistant sheriff" because being a feckless zillionaire was the perfect credential for being a "law enforcement officer" in Orange County.
Another one for the list of graves on which to urinate.
Haidl's not dead; he's just acting.
I saw his hands move as they were placing him in the casket.
Also for bogarting that cigarette.
6' of dirt does rather impair the aim...