Showing posts with label Jim Klein. Show all posts
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Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Why We Can't Have Nice Things





>Sigh<

"Why do these jaspers always show up at meal time?" - Sheriff Jason McCullough, Calendar CO

Reference: this article from Captain's Journal linked at WRSA:
Law Enforcement Wrongfully Confiscates New York Veteran's Guns

My response:

Cat’s breakfast.
Without any defense of the indefensible actions in this case, the article is all over the map.

1) The original incident was a simple error. It shouldn’t have happened, but it was made in good faith, not maliciously. It was already redressed when he got his guns back. Before you shit yourself in response, read on.

2) The original error was made by a private entity. Redress for that is called a civil suit. Whoever conflated the victim’s name with the information of a mental patient should be sued, both for the actual damages pursuant to being misidentified, and the legal and court costs of regaining his property improperly confiscated, and for punitive damages for being so recklessly and maliciously incompetent as to make the error in the first place, and subject the victim to all the subsequent trouble and damage to his rights and reputation. Cases settled in seven or eight digits and more are the only thing large corporations, like hospitals, pay attention to, and correct. I hope he makes it hurt. In NFY, there should only be about 500,000 lawyers happy to take that case on a contingency fee for 1/3 of the final settlement.

3) The state of NY, and the local agency involved in the fiasco, owns this for not doing anything to perform due diligence in insuring the victim was correctly identified. The slightest attempt to do so before serving papers would have raised the point that the man they were sent after was not the one they were supposed to go after.
The double injustice is that there was, potentially, a mental case with guns that they were busy not going after, because they’re lazy and sloppy.
Once again, civil lawsuits are the only thing that gets their attention.

4) The law itself is a violation of the Bill of Rights (and probably the NY State Constitution as well), and should be challenged by the victim in state and federal courts. (He can use the proceeds from the civil cases to pay the freight on this, but the NRA and every gun rights org. in NFY should be signing up to assist the case and fund the suits.)
Had the victim in this incident even been the right guy, a certified nut job in prior legal possession of firearms, he should have been given a court date to examine the order, before allowing the government to attempt to deprive him of his property. That’s how the game is supposed to be played, going back a five or ten centuries of common law, regarding due process. The SAFE Act horseshit should be declared unconstitutional on that basis alone.

Certainly not as satisfying as shooting down the first two assholes in your driveway from the get-go, but better for your long-term life prospects, and it also has the added benefit of preventing the inevitable next 500 similar mistakes.

5) The article going into the invalidity of removing guns from crazy people to prevent suicide has nothing to do with anything, including the price of tea in China. People who are certified as batshit crazy shouldn’t have guns for the same reason babies shouldn’t be given live hand grenades. Period. Full stop. The fact that they can still figure out a way to off themselves without a firearm is a problem for train companies, people who don’t put safety fences along the tops of multi-story parking structures, etc., as well as the nutjob’s next of kin, and not otherwise of any concern to me, nor the law, let alone justifying it.
If a state’s mission in passing laws is to prevent suicide, then the obvious solution is to tell the ACLU to fuck itself, and start throwing whackjob lunatics back into nuthouses where they belong, like we used to do for decades, before nutjobs got to free-range all over society, and decent folks had to pack heat everywhere and lock themselves into a mini-fortress at night.
For a bonus, with that approach, “homelessness” would virtually disappear in fifty states, overnight.
Agitate for a return to that level of common sense, and I’ll subscribe to your newsletter and cheer your parade.

Whereupon Captain Kangaroo, author of the piece, took exception in comments:

Do you read English or just pretend to?
The article specifically addresses all of the things you brought up before you posed them as objections, almost as if I anticipated the objections of the progressives, huh?
First of all, the only correct thing you wrote in your entire response is that this could have been done better, to wit, independent or double verification of the SS# before it was submitted. But they didn’t, and they won’t, no matter how many lawsuits you file. They’ll just put their lawyers on it, and the poor schmuck who was abused through this process will get nothing except a big lawyer bill. Only the lawyers will get rich. Or else, the taxpayers will fund it since the woman was acting as an organ of the state obeying state statutes. And she was an organ of the state no matter what you said. Nothing you have said disproves it.
Then you proceeded to extend your missive by telling us that none of the stuff about psychological “disorders” or suicide matters to the conversation, and since it doesn’t matter to the conversation to anyone you addressed it in full by telling us that no one who is a “lunatic” or “bat shit crazy” should be allowed to have guns, and advocating an expansion of mental hospitals (one of the pieces of the Holy grail for the progressives and eugenicists).
The fact that there is no clinical definition of “lunatic” or “bat shit crazy” doesn’t matter to you. You just threw those words out without knowing anything about what they might mean or not mean. And you didn’t read the linked articles at all, you know, those articles where mental health professional after mental health professional tells us that mental maladies have nothing whatsoever to do with propensity to violence, and access to firearms has nothing to do with success at suicide.
And yet you persisted in those issues which you said don’t matter to anyone. But your rejoinder failed because you self-identified as a believer in neighborhood witchdoctors, aka, mental health professionals. Do you also have a totem pole in your basement and throw chicken bones over your shoulder while muttering incantations at the moon gods?
Even when the pagans tell you they can’t help you with your project to prevent “bat shit crazy people” from having guns, you persisted in your pagan project of doctoring other men. You don’t even object, per se, to the existence of the SAFE act, just that the woman in the hospital put the wrong SS# in the ledger.
Massive fail. Complete and total disaster. Not my article, but your response to it. You learned nothing about yourself. That’s why I wrote it – so that men learn something about themselves. I learned all I need to know about you. You’re a pagan who believes in witchdoctors. You didn’t think one bit through the article, so you missed out completely and absolutely.

Comments there are time-truncated, so lest fate rob El Capitan of his due...


Dear Mr. Smith,

I'm pretty fluent in English. You, evidently not so much.

I took pains not to say anything about you as author, but rather address the article in question, and speak mainly and overwhelmingly to the points of the case in my response. You made your response entirely personal.

Your article specifically notices some of the things I brought up, few of which were objections per se, while addressing little, if any, of them.

Almost as if you couldn't grasp a simple take-down of your recockulous positions.
If your position is that no matter how many lawsuits you file, public officials will never amend their conduct, then I suggest you either pack up and head to NFY, and make war on them, or stop reading newspapers and the internet. Let me know which one works for you.
If, on the other hand, you'd like to see justice actually done, try re-reading the response after maybe taking your blood pressure meds, and with your head out of your ass.

The "poor schmuck" (your words - how touchingly sympathetic a portrayal of your opinion of the man your headline noted was a "veteran" ) will not get a huge lawyer bill. As you're evidently ignorant of this, I suggest ever so pleasantly you explore the definition of "contingency fee". Given the likely outcome, you might even consider that besides that tidal wave of legal talent headed his way, the words pro bono might also apply. Since you've mastered the Internet, as Casey Stengel used to note "You could look it up".

As to your recockulous and erroneous contention that the woman was "an organ of the state", I suggest that you consult case law, and mayhap ask for a copy of her pay stubs, before you shoot off all your other toes.
In detail, the woman mentioned:
a) is and was likely in no wise the one responsible for submitting the original (erroneous) information to the state, thus entire ancillary to your idiotic ramblings to the contrary
b) you, nor plaintiff, have no fucking clue based on the facts exposited thus far WhoTF did report the original erroneous information to the authorities. That's what discovery in a civil lawsuit will establish, which is a good part of why you file the suits I suggested
c) neither a hospital employee nor a private citizen magically becomes an "organ of the state" by following the laws laid down by it, or reporting information to them, despite your lunatic contentions to the contrary, any more than you are when you drive within the posted speed limit.

A teacher, for one example, reporting suspected child abuse is required, at peril of jail and forfeiture of license, to do so, as a condition of their licensure, just as private citizens are required to report accidents and render such aid as they may in any accident they are involved in. Neither of those requirements magically makes one a state employee, no matter how many times you blather the contrary position. Mere repetition doesn't make it so, and if you thought otherwise, go back to your high school, and demand a refund on your diploma; you were cheated of a basic education at some point.

I then noted, correctly, that the impetus to prevent crazy people from committing violence or suicide is neither here nor there to this case, or the law itself.
This is correct, prima facie. If you want to argue that the legislature made a poor law, bravo for you; I heartily agree. Their rationale, sane or stupid, is immaterial. The law is, and the time for arguing the point was before they passed it, and the governor signed it into force.
Not being there, nor, apparently, even a citizen of said state, you rather missed that boat completely some years hence, didn't you?
QED

That I advocated that no one who is bat-shit crazy should be allowed to have a gun is a matter of record. That anyone would argue to the contrary is a matter of the same lunacy that would gainsay that proposition.

As to your ignorant, wholly-uninformed, and flatly recockulous contention that "there is no clinical definition" of "lunatic" or "bat-shit crazy", I merely note that all fifty states and seven territories of the United States have courts of law, in which people who are indeed clinically insane (by which it is meant and demonstrated they are a danger to either themselves, others, or gravely disabled in the business of survival), are routinely committed to psychiatric care, as they have been for centuries. I'm not only familiar with the facts being contrary to your silly assertions, I'm daily involved in the process of getting people through the steps to get them a hearing of those facts, and a just decision pursuant to their demonstrated needs, or lack of same. I only have several decades of daily experience in what you say doesn't exist, and of which you are clearly gob-smackingly ignorant. That you are entirely unaware of either the clinical or legal foundations of such cases is your problem, but your ignorance of reality doesn't make it not so.

Again, I suggest a refund for your presumed high school diploma, and perhaps a repetition of the process, perhaps with more diligence the second time around. When last I looked, Harvard was due to offer their entire catalog free online; Hillsdale College offers a number of free classes, including on the Constitution; that's besides availing yourself of bookstores and public libraries, to make up the education you manifestly lack to this point in life.

Since it has further escaped your prior notice, I advocated no such thing as an expansion of mental hospitals, merely a simple restoration of the rules under which they used to operate, before we turned lunatics loose on the streets in droves, lest their rights to be crazy, shit on the sidewalks, run into traffic, etc. be hindered by concerns of either public health or safety.
Perhaps this relatively modern phenomenon is unknown to you in whatever region of BFE you inhabit, so I offer a small example:
And this is one of the more harmless ones (only as long as the voices don't tell him to run into traffic, at which point it's too late for Mrs.  Abernathy and her kids when she runs into a telephone pole or oncoming bus to avoid hitting him).

So the fact that there is a clinical definition of "lunatic" or "bat-shit crazy" does matter to me, which is why I used that precise description, and asserted that no one in those categories deserves access to firearms, nor indeed, to walk the streets at leisure, any more than we should give live hand grenades to babies.

You are free to argue the contrary, but pretending there is no such thing as lunatics won't cut it. Not even if that shellfire landed inside your own perimeter.

But you have hit one item: I did not, nor have any interest in, reading duelling mental health practitioners arguing about the propensities of the mentally ill, or pointing out their own inability to predict the future behavior of crazy people. That's a given, to the point of "Duh!"
The point, Captain Clownshow, is that the mentally ill are mentally ill, and based on the fact that they continue to be so, with no guaranteed "cure" anytime, nor any certainty of their behavior before nor after humanly possible, the action of a rational polity is to restrict their access to firearms, and for those who are demonstrably violent or dangerous to themselves, others, or random strangers because of their unpredictable actions, they ought to be confined to a place where they present minimal danger, and are cared for in a manner appropriate to their condition.
In simple terms, I don't have to be able to tell the difference between bullshit and compost before I decide not to let you put any of it in lemonade and retail it on the corner.

You needn't categorize mental health practitioners as witch doctors, nor ascribe to me beliefs that don't exist, nor for which you have no evidence. The well-known truism is that some good percentage of them, variously expressed as between 50% and 90%, are there to self-diagnose. Your lame attempts at humor in ascribing to me certain methods leave one with nothing so much as an appreciation for your obvious first-hand knowledge of the described rites of divining truth. Such petty attempts are but the poor man's wit.

But the idea that I have no objection to the SAFE Act requires nothing so much as either actual blindness or unadulterated pig-headed stupidity, to overlook my entire paragraph beginning thusly:
The law itself is a violation of the Bill of Rights (and probably the NY State Constitution as well), and should be challenged by the victim in state and federal courts.
One should therefore be forgiven for asking you, Capitano, "Do you read English, or just pretend to?" 

Of course I object to the law, assclown, and of course the authorities, given a blind eye, and ignorance the equal of yours, would attempt to pervert a commonsense law against crazy people having firearms, and turn it into a club to deny them to everyone, just as the Soviets used mental illness to suppress dissidents. That's why you give them hell at every step, and use every legal avenue open to you to throw gravel in their transmission. Of course, it helps if you aren't completely ignorant of how to do that, and as reasonable as a butthurt rhinoceros about people pointing that shortcoming out to you.

But you're so fucktardedly and happily ignorant of basic facts, both of the incident itself, and my response to your write-up, and so unable to comprehend basic English right in front of your senseless face, that you couldn't get past stepping all over your dick to rush over and spew.

Well-played. Let me know how that works out for you. Maybe you didn't need your junk anyways. I dunno.

I'd have been willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, before you decided to launch your half-assed, half-cocked, and half-witted riposte. But hey, maybe being Captain Butthurt has always worked for you. I can tell you that any twenty firearms rights organizations would probably rather you STFU, though, and ask you to tell people you're from the Brady Center instead. Just spitballing that number, though - it could be that it's more like all of them who'd tell you that.

This sort of fucktarded half-witted response from you is probably exactly the sort of happy horseshit you do pen (when you're not shooting at those nominally on your side in preserving actual Second Amendment rights), when you can find a stamp to write to state and federal reps about this law or that, and why those lawmakers near-rightfully conclude that you're exactly the reason they should pass laws as unconstitutionally wrong as the SAFE Act.

But I don't think it needs putting you on a couch to reach a rational conclusion about you:
When I first responded to your post, I assumed you'd just done a bad write-up.
It's now rather clear that you're a complete jackass and thoroughgoing simpleton, and that was actually the absolute best you could do.

I'm sorry for kicking the retarded kid, but, pray, walk away from the keyboard, before you hurt yourself.

In future, when someone makes you go this crazy, maybe just fill this out:


- Best Wishes
Aesop

P.S. Promote yourself to Major. Or Commodore. In my experience, it generally takes field-grade or flag-rank to achieve your level of jackassery.

P.P.S. Your second in your contentions is Jim Klein at WRSA. Despite your opinion of me, I tell you sincerely that when you have Gilligan latched like a lamprey onto your side, recheck your premises, and rethink your argument. Or learn to love coconuts and island seclusion. Forever.

P. P. P. S. I was serious about the classes and books. If you'd take or read some of them instead of tearing off the covers to lick the binding paste, there's no end of things you might learn about the world. Painful though it may be for you, it's absolutely worth it.




Regular posting will resume after some sausage and pancakes.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Why The Monkeys Rage

Low Information Jackholes: case in point
Anonymous Jim Klein said...
You're hopeless on the big issue until you offer a full retraction, but maybe you'll share with your readers a more accurate rendition of the legal aspects of the land.

Ever hear of the Statute of Frauds? It's more than 300 years old. Because of that, we KNOW that Bundy was not a tenant as you wrote. You cannot produce a clear document spelling out that tenancy; therefore according to Law, it does not exist.

With regard to the title of the physical land, it belongs to either the US or Nevada. I don't know and it doesn't matter. Bundy had an estate in the grazing rights superior to either. How do we know this? Because nobody had claimed those rights prior to his ancestors and nobody made a timely claim that those rights are anyone's but his.

This is what it MEANS to create an estate in something; it's what property IS. Absent a State statute to the contrary, an estate is created just like that...one takes something without value and creates something of value. The created value is the creator's property. The fact that there is no specific statute addressing estates in grazing rights, doesn't mean that they can't exist. That would be like saying computers don't exist because the government never explicitly granted their existence. And in the case at hand, no statute to the contrary exists.

So the grazing rights WERE his and his family's all along. Now that may render the charging of fees and so forth an illegal taking in the first place, but that's a rather separate issue.

In fairness, if the fed offered value as compensation for the SPECIFIC taking of those grazing rights, then at least they'd be in accordance with the Fifth Amendment, with the question of whether or not that compensation was "just," a matter for civil procedures. I don't know and I doubt you do either, and the compensation would have to CLEARLY note that the money was compensation for the exact property of the grazing rights in the land. Otherwise, the Statute of Frauds applies and the compensation was for something else.

And even if every single element of the Law were against him--which they're not, since they're for him--it still wouldn't justify strafing and napalming. I'll let you figure out why, and maybe that two minutes of thinking will motivate you to do the right thing, and fully retract.
April 27, 2014 at 12:21 PM



Sorry Jim, but the big issue IS the legal aspects of the land.

That is what makes Bundy a thief, in the same aspect the difference between teller and bank robber is which end of the gun you're standing on.

The land is where Bundy was never more than a tenant, having leased the land in question for grazing without a peep for decades himself, exactly as his father did beginning in 1954, long after that land first belonged to the U.S. government, up through 1992. One pays for that which is not his, and Bundy and his ancestors paid for federal leases on land they never purchased outright, because they never even lived there before 1948, and the BLM had jurisdiction over it since 1946. Whoops.

They did this under the auspices of the Bureau of Land Management in 1946, successor to the US Grazing Service in 1939, which arose out of the General Land Office going back to 1812, 36 years before the land in question was acquired by the United States Government. So clearly, the value of the land and the rights to graze on it were not valueless, and seen as having value by the US government some great number of decades before Bundy was in the picture, in fact before he was even born. Looking no farther than Wikipedia:
The Bundy family purchased their farm outside of Bunkerville in 1948; the farm would serve as headquarters and base property for their ranching operation, which began in 1954, on federal land. They had moved to the area from Bundyville, Arizona (near Mount Trumbull). Cliven Bundy's father, David Bundy, was born in Bundyville in 1922.[90] David Bundy had married Margaret Bodel Jensen of Bunkerville, and after starting a family in Arizona, they purchased their property outside of Bunkerville in 1948.[44]
 
Cliven had argued in court that his "Mormon ancestors began working the land in the 1880s".[91][92] This argument has basis in Cliven's maternal grandmother's ancestral line, but not among his paternal or other maternal lines. Cliven's mother's father, John Jensen, was born in Utah, but her mother, Abigail Christina Abbott, was born in the Bunkerville/Mesquite area. Abigail Christina Abbott's parents, both born in Utah, were among early settlers of Bunkerville/Mesquite in the 1880s; this includes lines from the Leavitt and Abbott families. These early families moved in and out of the area on several occasions, and polygamous marriages meant some wives and their families were kept in different towns. As such, there is no continuous line of family births and habitation in Bunkerville/Mesquite from Cliven Bundy to the few ancestors who settled the area.[44]

In 1993, he ceased paying to renew his grazing lease, but without removing his cattle, making him a trespasser. He continued to do so, and admitted all of this in sworn depositions, despite losing two cases in federal district court in Las Vegas, under the insane contention that somehow a non-existant Nevada had title to lands that belonged to the federal government in perpetuity since Mexico signed it over in the Treaty Of Hidalgo in 1848. The Territory of Utah was formed shortly afterwards, and the Territory of Nevada  was formed out of that some years later. QED.

Now, did you want to actually talk about the land's history of ownership or were you just making chitchat?

Since you admit to agnosticism on this point, perhaps you should spend the four seconds it would take to look it up, since repeating seventh grade social studies, this time with a passing grade, is probably too much to ask. It's all readily available facts in the public domain.

The thing about creating an estate is that you actually have to have the title to the property in question. Bundy has nothing but chutzpah; the feds repeatedly demonstrated his claims to be nothing but tinfoil-hattery, and lacking any substance or standing, he lost both cases in about as long as they took the clerk of the court to type them up.

Notably, he had no problem paying the money for leases until 1993, when the owners of the land, the federal government, changed the conditions under which they would allow him to use it. The nerve of the actual owners trying to tell lessees what they may and may not do on property they don't own, and never have! Because they didn't tell him what he could do on his ranch, they told what he couldn't do on their land, and that was when Bundy decided to stop renewing his lease. This isn't government expansion, it's mere stinginess on Bundy's part that they were squeezing off the government teat he and his family have sucked on since at least 1954. Boo frickin' hoo.

Had you the wit to have read the ruling, the second case further demonstrated that Bundy's herd had now grown and spread out over not only the lands he ceased to lease, but onto new trespass lands upon which he'd never grazed, because he'd never leased them, nor had his family, ever, period.

This is all public record, so you're either illiterate, lazy, or deliberately being stupid. I could give odds upon which is most likely...

As for all that, you're right, it wouldn't legally justify strafing and napalming him.
Fortunately, I never argued that it did.

I also didn't argue that the multiple criminal counts against him including taking up arms in opposition to court orders would justify it in law either.

But that's what makes dealing with people like you so much fun. You don't read, you spew.
I did type that "in my humble opinion" the feds would be so justified, but you can't discern a private opinion from force of law, as evidenced by your own ramblings against common sense contrary to the law, which correspond exactly to Bundy's.

But the reality is, the feds are neither going to strafe Bundy's herd nor napalm his home with him in it. More's the pity.

But what they are likely to do is thrown a net over him in the very near future, so that he can continue his lunatic cries from somewhere inside a deep dark federal hole, while they round up his cows and sell them for Big Macs. And if he decides the lemon is worth the squeeze, he'll get killed resisting. Just like Dillinger, or Bonnie and Clyde. If not, he'll die broke and in prison. And either way, they'll probably seize the small ranch and whatever other real and personal property he does actually own, and then credit his bill against a generous fair market price, removing him and his heirs from that land in perpetuity.

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

And during Round Two, I hope they similarly apprehend anyone who shows up to help him obstruct justice, and if they offer resistance, I hope they kill them too - mainly to save court costs and time.
You and the Lunatic Fringe can't tell the difference between thieving lunatics, and people with actual grievances and a legal leg to stand on. So when one of the latter comes along, other people won't be able to tell the difference between principled resistance to actual government tyranny, and a mob. People like you are the reason John Adams defended the British troops involved in the Boston Massacre, and got them acquitted.

"Facts are stubborn things, and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, or the dictates of our passions, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence." - John Adams, 1770 Boston Massacre trial 
You're arguing against reality. Good luck with that tack.

And as you aren't even putting your ass on the line in the desert, you aren't even willing to back up your lunatic assertions with any risk to your own skin.

THAT is why I wish the feds would napalm Bundy and strafe his herd, because cases like this give idiot anarchists an excuse to agitate for a war. And we need more of that like we need a dose of the clap. It's the lunacy of Timothy McVeigh, except without even the semblance of personal commitment.

Like most of your ilk, you're content to chivvy others onwards, in this case a senile old thief, and the Headless Chicken Posse, but without having the personal honor to back it up with anything but your own desire to foment a riot.

There's a word for people like that, it rhymes with "Howard".

Some people have feds pointing guns at them because they're just terminal fuckwits.
That's Bundy to a "t". One doesn't suck at the federal teat every day of their life, and then have a coincidental epiphany on Big Government when the feds change the deal. Bundy's just a crook upset at his slice of the loot.

Call back when you find someone who isn't a multi-decade thief from the taxpayers, to the tune of millions of dollars, before you prop another lunatic up as some imaginary folk hero of the would-be revolution. And recognize that not everything the government does is absolutely evil, and not everyone who opposes them is worthy of even moral support, let alone fifteen minutes of notoriety.

Until then, you should probably get back under your bridge, before the feds drop a house on you.
Or at least stay where your sophistry passes for brilliance.

But hey, thanks for helping make my point about people who spew without knowing what they're talking about.

I'm sure the administration minions are really broken up about getting the 147 active members of the Lunatard Army frothing to support a crook like Bundy, and marginalizing and parodying themselves, for anyone with a brain, and all the world to watch. You're doing their job for them too.

Maybe spend your Sunday catching up on old news, cupcake.
And have a nice day.

Saturday, December 22, 2012

The Ballad Of Jim Klein

Everyone who posts on the internet risks the inevitable curse of the hobgoblins of stupidity who infest the web like maggots on roadkill. Conceit is God's gift to small men, but I find it continually annoying that the first screw that comes loose in their heads is universally the one that holds their tongue (or in the case of commenting on blogs, their typing fingers).

So as my homage to one persistent little pseudo-intellectual simian who would probably bask in the glory of this little collection of verse, while being wholly unable to apprehend its precise fit to him, I sincerely dedicate the following ode to a rectal abscess:

There once was a man named Jim Klein
Who ranted for line after line.
Insanity spewed
In rants long and rude
And buckets of piss, moan, and whine.

Jim Klein's apprehension of words
Was likened to that of most birds
Having brains oversmall
But cacophonous call
They would spread profligate, like their turds.

When undone by the logic of others
Raised not by baboons but by mothers
Jim would scrape out his pants
And fling feces and rants
Demonstrating that chimps were his brothers.

Though remonstrated by one and all
It affected Jim hardly at all.
He'd redouble his yapping
Like one hand's futile clapping
Then just sit in his diaper and bawl.

He abated his efforts a smidge
Like a troll grown homesick for his bridge.
He occasioned slight shock
Crawling back to his rock
As an idiot recalled to his village.

One might think other laddies and lasses
From his absence would cry in great masses.
Alas, rather, not
For if everyone shot
Every horse, there'd be still horses' asses.