Posted on 05/04/2005 10:36:55 AM PDT by rface
Ajai Raj, was arrested at the Ann Coulter speech - here's a previous article written by the wack-job...
Let me begin by saying I had a pretty restful spring break. Nothing exciting- funds were low all around, and no one I knew could afford a road trip, so I went back home, hung around my house wearing boxers and aviator sunglasses, and smoked joints in the backyard. I hung out with a few old friends, and come Friday night, I headed back to Austin where I looked forward to a night of mid-grade revelry and sleeping in my dorm bed.
The Pigf#*king Establishment had other plans. My roommate and I were awakened at 3 A.M. by two grinning Austin Police Department officers and a greasy-haired fat f@ck of an RA who gets his jollies by hanging around with his thumb in his ass until he smells marijuana so he can inform the Justice League in exchange for a free raffle ticket. No shit— as the cops cuffed me for having an ounce of grass, this f&cker got a chance to win a free microwave. Or to s*ck off a sheriff, as far as I know or care.
I would go on at length about the bust, but let’s suffice it to say that I was too tired to think, and thinking is essential to prevent arrest. This will not happen again. On my way out, I passed by my friends Jeff and Nick. This proved fortunate down the line.
I was led in handcuffs into a waiting room full of crazy yelling degenerates, wife beaters, whores, thieves, and contemptible crying c%nts whose lives were obviously over because they had been led to a police station. Over the next several hours, my clothes were taken from me and replaced with black-and-white striped pajamas, my balls were fondled by leering criminals posing as representatives of justice, and I got the opportunity to sleep in awkward positions in several exciting locales. I was told I would wait for a short while to move on to the next stage of the process, and then made to sit around for hours while eavesdropping on conversations about armed robberies and vehicular assaults.
When me and the motley members of my cell block were led in front of a judge, I learned that, according to our “justice” system, a straight-A college kid holding a bag of weed is as bad a criminal as a guy who beats his wife and kid. I learned that in Texas, a cop can decide to arrest you for no reason at all and you can sit in jail for 72 hours before you’re even charged with a crime. I learned that, in Travis County jail at least, you get as many phone calls as you like—as long as you’re not calling a cell phone or a landline outside of Travis county. And you can call any one of a number of bail bondsmen to help you out with your $1500 bail, except that half the numbers don’t work and the other half will be answered by assholes who won’t help out anyone under 21. I learned that every single cop in this God-forsaken county thinks he’s the King of Sh!t Mountain, and that they missed their chance to be comedic wunderkinds. It takes a real man to make fun of a guy who’s in a futile situation and has nothing to do but take your sh!t. Why not push over a guy with crutches and have a real laugh riot?
So, having nothing on my hands but my dignity and a jail cell, I spent the next ten hours or so catching fitful sleep full of decidedly unpleasant dreams. I never really got around to worrying about my situation. I had plenty of reason to—for starters, I had a paper due Monday that I’d yet to begin, and if I get a drug conviction—whoops!—there goes my financial aid. My waking hours were filled with musings about Jeff and Nick busting me out of this place, guns blazing. Knowing them, I knew they’d do something, but I didn’t know what. My hands were tied, so I waited.
Round 7 P.M., the officer in charge—a man with lofty notions about the “free world” and a penchant for passing out baloney sandwiches like nobody’s business—knocked on my door.
“Raj!” he said. “There’s someone here to see you!”
I went out to one of the meeting rooms, where a man who looked like Al Borland from “Home Improvement” was sitting on the other side of a plastic window.
“Ajai?”
“That’s me.”
“Jeff and Nick sent me. I’m Thad Thomason, your attorney.”
Success!
My spirits perked up in a hurry. To make an already abbreviated story even more so, my attorney says he can get the charges dismissed. The law is sticking all kinds of fingers in my a$$hole right now, but with a few savvy business deals, I can plow through this shit and come out smelling like roses. Ironic, really—to get out of this drug charge, I’m forced to arrange bigger drug deals than I ever intended to. C’est la vie, non?
To quote the late, great John Lennon, life is what happens while you’re busy making plans. While we’re at it, I do indeed get by with a little help from my friends.
-Ajai out
This rant may keep him in jail for an extra few months. I hope it is going to be worth it to him. I know it is to me.
Please do not put this on Ms. Bentfeathers "The Dragon Flies Lair" on FR.
That's alright, I misspell all the time... I hope your son does excellent, that's a huge achievement
Yeah he showed her alright. He looks like the jerk that he is and she's still running around the country selling books.
From that website:
" My favorite writers are Hunter S. Thompson, Stephen King, Frank Herbert, and Kurt Vonnegut; the three finest bands in the history of music are Led Zeppelin, Creedence Clearwater Revival, and Queen."
Don't think much of this guy's taste in writers...but hard to argue with his rock picks.
Grrrrr!
Come on!!! If the idiot had any sense he would not be a radical liberal.
And of course this paragon of liberalism is letting someone else pay for his ride.
Ironic, really—to get out of this drug charge, I’m forced to arrange bigger drug deals than I ever intended to. C’est la vie, non?
I guess his hypocrisy never occurs to him no ?
My Mom always used to say that profane people weren't educated enough to properly express themselves. With this guy in particular, I think that she's right. I've since found that profanity is an excellent way to make a point, or to get someone's attention, but when it's used in every 3rd word it tends to lose it's effect.
That's OK, I think he will find it is admissable against him at his next trial.
So9
Thompson had real talent, and Thompson knew how to fudge enough details in his writing to keep it from constituting evidence against him.
This clown has no brains and no discernable talent.
So9
I know that kids have to be kids and go through their phases etc, but this particulr college kid needs to clean up his language, stop railing against "the system", get a job, and try to stop smoking pot!
If he absolutely must smoke the herb, then at least do it on private property.
I have actually come into contact with all sorts of leftist radicals of different stripes over the years. I noted that some are rabid, militant types and the type that are just plain unpleasant.
Then, on the other hand, are the pot-smoking "philosophical" types that are "far out" and actually open to reason and honest objective discussion, sans animosity.
I always liked having intelligent dialogue with the latter, as there is some way to communicate and honestly dig at the validity of different philosophies, ideas etc.
The rude, belligerent types that are stuck with this "in your face" type of attitude should do some hard labor to get this out of their system. For example, clearing land under the hot summer sun in 110 degree heat, by hand with no power tools. I did that once and it was HELL.
This punk needs to grow up and start contributing to society in some way and stop mouthing off and being repugnant. Maybe he needs to hang out with some "cool" hippies? Who knows.
No, but the answer is to make the other rapists and frauds those convicted of violent crimes also ineligible, not to legalize drugs.
He had the phrasing and Gonzo structure though. It's hard to compare a few paragraphs with a life's work. He obviously was striving forthe Thompson style.
I know what you mean!
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