Without The Good Bad Guyz There’d Be Fewer Bad Bad Guyz & More Good Guyz

Most folks understand that pretending to work is not the best way to get anything done.

Modern law enforcement officials however, feel different about this than we do and go to elaborate and expensive lengths to set any stage for what they euphemistically call a sting. (tingle tangling with John Q.)

  • Prostitutes – cops look like, dress like and act like sex trade workers.
  • Thieves – flatfoots have participated in thefts to establish their criminal reputation.
  • Drug Dealers – police officers dress like, act like and become distributors of drugs.
  • Killers – authorities have offered services, behaved and appeared to be murderers.
  • Terrorists – g-men often pose as global scoundrels
  • Bike Gang – officers infiltrated the Hells Angels and other bike gangs
  • Arms Dealers – ATF members supplied plenty ‘o guns to the Mexican drug gangs
  • Made Mobsters – Every level of copper tone has infiltrated Italian and other ethnic gangs.

With so many official people on our dime acting like real criminals.

One muses just how many uniforms chase these tricky types only to shockingly find out that everyone’s fighting the good fight.

Not to mention the precious investigative time spoilt.

Starting crimes that would never have existed.

If it wasn’t for their queer view of justice.

And the seemingly unlimited funds.

They have at their disposal.

To have us at theirs.

It’d be hilarious.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

Systemic problem? What systemic problem?! Wure just here makin’ things better.

Cole Porter – Anything Goes

imes have changed,
And we’ve often rewound the clock,
Since the Puritans got a shock,
When they landed on Plymouth Rock.
If today, any shock they should try to stem,
‘Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.

In olden days a glimpse of stocking,
Was looked on as something shocking,
But now, God knows,
Anything goes.

Good authors too,
Who once knew better words,
Now only use four letter words writing prose.
Anything goes.

If driving fast cars you like,
If low bars you like,
If old hymns you like,
If bare limbs you like,
If Mae West you like,
Or me undressed you like,
Why nobody will oppose!

When every night,
The set that’s smart,
Is intruding at nudist parties,
In studios.
Anything goes.

When Mrs. Ned McLean (God bless her!),
Can get Russian Reds to ‘yes’ her,
Than I suppose,
Anything goes.

When Rockefeller still can hoard,
Enough money to let Max Gordon,
Produce his shows,
Anything goes.

The world has gone mad today,
And good’s bad today,
And black’s white today,
And days night today,
And that gent today,
You gave a cent today,
Once had several châteaux.

When folks who still can ride in jitneys,
Find out Vanderbilts and Whitneys,
Lack baby clothes.
Anything goes.

When Sam Goldwyn,
Can with great conviction,
Instruct Anna Sten in diction,
Then Anna shows,
Anything goes.

When you hear that,
Lady Mendl standing up,
Now does a handspring landing up,
On her toes!
Anything goes.

Just think of those shocks you’ve got,
And those knocks you’ve got,
And those blues you’ve got,
From those news you’ve got,
And those pains you’ve got,
(If any brains you’ve got!),
From those little radios.

So Mrs. R,
With all her trimmings,
Can broadcast a bed from Simmons,
Cause Franklin knows,
Anything goes!

Lyrics courtesy:








http://abcnews.go.com/US/story?id=96719&page=1 – Undercover as a Prostitute

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/18047926/ – Inside an Auto Theft Sting

Barry Williams http://barry-williams.com/blog

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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