The saying ought to be changed to, ‘well, there are a few good apples in the barrel.’ Not sure if people have read this article that talks about the toxic police culture: Confessions of a Former Bastard Cop 

WTH names their kid ‘Saint?’

Justice is so blind she doesn’t even have eye sockets.

Don’t you dare make fun of Billy-Joe Bob because he’s his mother’s nephew!

Aside from modern utilities, how are these prisons any different from those of old? 

There’s a high demand for eastern European escorts in places such as NYC. She may indeed be trained and great at that, but she had zero talent as a model and was lucky she made 20K. 

It’s clearly a typo; it should read Slovenian and Russian, not English.

I clicked on this article just to ask this, but you beat me to it!

He’s not wealthy! 

If you decide to go, take The Tao’s advice, and stay safe.

Reminds me of Russian serial killer Mikhail Popkov.

What a horrible insult to her, I don’t blame her.

The actual machine they’re referring to is the ultimate evil, the hand mixer! The toaster is just a red herring!

He can’t hear you because of the white privilege potatoes in his ears.

I thought that had to be a typo or something, but even Newsweek quotes her with $400. WTF.

“Settle down back there!” “If I have to pull over and go back there...” “Do you want me to turn around and head home!?” 

Slow? There were a lot of V8s on the road back then. 

Wrestling with a 70s seat belt was a nightmare, especially if it was summer.

Oh man, the seat upholstery in cars during the 70s, especially in in summer! ‘Sit down!’ But my skin will burn and then peel off when I get up!

Born in ‘71, in Canada, I can tell you that car seats were optional at best. I remember sitting on the floor of our pickup. My mother used to tell the story of how my baby brother (b. ‘74) nearly flew out the window when she had to stop suddenly. She caught him and plopped him back on the seat. I don’t miss any of it,…