It seems to be happening everywhere, like a collective loss of any sense of right and wrong.
I’ve seen some Civil War era photos of dead soldiers. No boots, pockets turned inside out.
When I travel and I’m alone, I put a waterproof note saying where I’m staying and how to contact my next of kin inside one sock and in a pocket that contains nothing else. I figure the one I keep in my wallet will be lost to the first person who finds me or whoever did me in.
Does not seem look like a terribly bad crash. I can’t figure out why people do not wear their seat belts.
The local news broadcast I saw here in Houston said that there were conflicting stories among witnesses as to whether people were stealing the groceries.
Miracle Max: “Whoo-hoo-hoo, look who knows so much. It just so happens that your friend here is only MOSTLY dead. There’s a big difference between mostly dead and all dead. Mostly dead is slightly alive. With all dead, well, with all dead there’s usually only one thing you can do.”
Inigo Montoya: “What’s that?”
Miracle Max: “Go through his clothes and look for loose change.”
It’s Unbelievable that the word “mom” isn’t used in this story.
Didn’t this already post on FR yesterday? Oliver Darcy is such a ripoff artist. But it makes Glenn richer, so it must be ok. I don’t think even 5% of TheBlaze is original content, compared to serious sites like Breitbart or TheDC.
More evidence we are witnessing Americas slide to third world status.
The Amish should be repatriated back to the forests of Germany where they can hoot and holler and swing from the trees, and wield their rakes and their hoes and scream at anyone who comes near.
The Amish and other civilizations cannot coexist.
What difference at this point does it make? /s
Not surprised. In 1997 my father had a massive coronary event while sitting at the kitchen table, paying bills. While he was being loaded into the ambulance and his hysterical wife of 55 years was with him, an EMT stole the checkbook.
Amish neighborhood
What else did you expect....?
Back in 1983 my dad lived next to a bar in Phoenix,AZ. He lived in a crappy little travel trailer. He would walk to the bar and drink and then back to the trailer to sleep it off. One night he died in his sleep. The regular bar flies checked on him one day and found him. They went through his pockets and stole his wallet as he lay dead. These are the same guys my dad would cal his “drinking buddies.” Some ending for a father of four WW2 Vet.
The wife of a guy I used to work with found a corpse out in the boonies. She went to town and reported it. He got mad at her for not checking the pockets for cash.
Orcs being orcs. No surprise here.