Boy arrested for singing along to sweary song in park
by Anorak | 13th, October 2012
“I THINK the arresting officer’s actions were just as abhorrent as the language used by my son,” said Steve Pierce. ”I have a big problem with criminalizing a 15-year-old boy over a mistake that wasn’t directed in animosity or meant to assault anybody in any way.”The problem began when Pierce’s 15-year-old son was in McChesney Park , Port St. Lucie, Florida. The lad was singing along to a tune on his MP3 player. The lyrics included two swears and a “racial slur”.
A passing copper hears the singing and makes an arrest.
Port St. Lucie Police Chief John Bolduc explains:
“We reserve arrest as the last resort, but in this particular case, a point needed to be made.”
Always good to know that the police are making arrests not to uphold the law but to make a point.
The lad is due to go to court. He has been banned from the park for a year.
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October 13th, 2012 at 10:49 pm
ABDUL ABULBUL AMIR
(Original Title: Abdulla Bulbul Ameer)
(Percy French – 1877)
The sons of the Prophet are brave men and bold
And quite unaccustomed to fear
But the bravest by far in the ranks of the Shah
Was Abdul Abulbul Amir
If you wanted a man to encourage the van
Or harass the foe from the rear
Storm fort or redoubt, you had only to shout
For Abdul Abulbul Amir
Now the heroes were plenty and well known to fame
In the troops that were led by the Czar
And the bravest of these was a man by the name
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
One day this bold Russian, he shouldered his gun
And donned his most truculent sneer
Downtown he did go where he trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir
“Young man,” quoth Abdul, “Has life grown so dull
That you wish to end your career?
Vile infidel know, you have trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir”
“So take your last look at the sunshine and brook
And send your regrets to the Czar
For by this I imply, you are going to die
Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar”
“My friend, your remarks in the end
Will avail you but little, I fear
For you ne’er will survive to repeat them alive
Mister Abdul Abulbul Amir”
Then this bold Mameluke drew his trusty skibouk
Singing, “Allah! Il Allah! Al-lah!”
And with murderous intent he ferociously went
For Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
They parried and thrust, they side-stepped and cussed
Of blood they spilled a great part
The philologist blokes, who seldom crack jokes
Say that hash was first made on the spot
They fought all that night neath the pale yellow moon
The din, it was heard from afar
And huge multitudes came, so great was the fame
Of Abdul and Ivan Skavar
As Abdul’s long knife was extracting the life
In fact he was shouting, “Huzzah!”
He felt himself struck by that wily Calmuck
Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
The Sultan drove by in his red-breasted fly
Expecting the victor to cheer
But he only drew nigh to hear the last sigh
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir
Czar Petrovich, too, in his spectacles blue
Sauntered up in his gold-plated car
And arrived just in time to exchange a last line
With Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
There’s a tomb rises up where the Blue Danube rolls
And engraved there in characters clear
Is, “Stranger, when passing, oh pray for the soul
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir”
A splash in the Black Sea one dark moonless night
Caused ripples to spread wide and far
It was made by a sack fitting close to the back
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
A Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeps
Neath the light of the cold northern star
And the name that she murmurs in vain as she weeps
Is Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
October 13th, 2012 at 8:47 pm
Twas on the good ship Venus,
By Christ you should have seen us,
The figurehead was a whore in bed
Sucking a dead man’s penis
.
The captain of this lugger,
Was known as a filthy bugger,
Declared unfit, to shovel shit
From one ship to another.
.
The captain’s wife was Mabel.
Whenever she was able,
She’d fornicate with the second mate
Upon the galley table.
.
The Captain’s cat was Saul
Poor bugger only had one ball,
His favourite trick was to stand on his prick
And do shit all over the wall.
.
The cabin boy was Kipper,
A dirty little nipper,
We stuffed his arse with broken glass
To circumcise the skipper.
.
The captain’s lovely daughter
Liked swimming in the water
Delighted squeals came when some eels
Found her sexual quarters
.
The captain’s daughter Charlotte
Was born and bred a harlot
Her thighs at night were lily white
By morning they were scarlet
.
The second mate’s name was Andy,
His balls were long and bandy,
We filled his arse with molten brass
For wanking in the brandy.
.
The captain’s name was Morgan,
By Christ he was a gorgon!
Ten times a day sweet tunes he’d play.
On his reproductive organ.
.
The cook his name was Freeman
And he was a dirty demon
He fed the crew on menstrual stew
And hymens fried in semen
.
Another cook was O’Malley,
He didn’t dilly dally.
He shot his bolt with such a jolt
He whitewashed half the galley.
.
And the ship’s dog was called Rover
And we turned the poor thing over
And ground and ground that faithful hound
From Teneriffe to Dover
.
When we reached our station
Through skillful navigation
The ship got sunk in a wave of spunk
From too much fornication