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I'm very frustratedThere's a guy in my neighborhood who rides his bike sans muffler down my street. I want to kill him.
So, now you're telling me I have to (1) get a high-level federal job (2) verify that this jerk is an Arab or Palestinian, before I can go to his house and slaughter him with his family?
Very unfair. This is not the America I grew up in.
-- Baldie McEagle
We had a similar situation in my semi-rural neighborhood. The problem was solved when a group of about 10 of us got together one Saturday and confronted the kid (he was actually about 20 years old) and asked him politely to either get a muffler for the dirt bike or ride it elsewhere. We then went to his home and asked the same of his father. While initially they were both angry, the Loud Rider stopped his violations of our tranquility, and the father actually put letters of apology in all of our mail boxes.
There's an analogy there but my eyes are starting to cross (meds again) and I don't think I have to detail it. It has to do with numbers.
