Arrest made at Coulter speech; Student arrested, charged with disorderly conduct
Arrest made at Coulter speech (Austin, Texas)
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
Nothing wrong with this kid, that a serious ass kicking wouldn't set right....
Semper Fi
But he's a straight A student. . . at least according to himself.
The next time you hurredly sign for your next financial aid package, read the fine print about being responsible enough while getting aid, not to do drugs. There's a reason they include that little clause. The underwriters want you to be sober enough to graduate and repay your aid through income taxes--so the next schmuck like you can receive aid too.
What a shocker, he a dealer!
Now THAT was funny! This punk lives in a dorm, gets financial aid, is less than 21 years old, and is so stupid he gets caught smoking pot in a dorm room. Even funnier, this retard already has an arrest record, and now he's facing charges again for harassing Ann Coulter. With this combination of brains and attitude, this punk is starting a very unhappy life. Enjoy, Punk!
Sounds like Grace Slick and Paul Kantner are his parents....
actually since he got a free pass on the drug charge, the tresspass could finally finish him off.
The WOD is filled with irony.
How fitting that his idol would be someone the likes of Thompson. I see great things in this punk's future.
Name: Ajai Raj
School: University of Texas at Austin
Year: Freshman
Major: English"A word to the wise is infuriating."
-Hunter S. ThompsonI am an English major at the University of Texas at Austin. I've always been interested in writing- or, if I am to be completely accurate, I've always known that it's what I want to do with my life- but up until the launch of PartyCampus I've only been interested in writing fiction. Now, however, with the passing of my hero, the masterful Hunter S. Thompson, I've turned my interests towards journalism, with the (perhaps naive) idea that maybe I can make some kind of a difference. If you take a shine to my writing, please leave a comment here and there. I'd appreciate it, and hell- while we're at it, I'm sure the other writers here would like that too.
Aside from writing, I also enjoy reading whatever I can get my hands on, taking roadtrips, debauchery, hedonism, and any other creative endeavor I can immerse myself in. 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. Balls to you if you disagree.
One last note- check out www.glassbottled.com if you want to read some poetry I've written, and if you want to read any of my fiction, well- you'll have to wait til I get some of it published.
...financial aid
...I’m forced to arrange bigger drug deals than I ever intended
...and smoked joints in the backyard
Well, at least he's a straight A student, right?
I'm thinking that old Leroy is going to be sorry he wrote this and may even have to deny it. He'll have to drop out of school to become an anarchist. So much for that Accounting degree.
Send this to the UT Austin financial aid dept. for starters. Bust that little POS wide open. The moron thinks he so smart, so superior to 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.
I'll bet none of them would have been stupid enough to post what sweet cheeks did on the world-wide internet!
I order to escape personal responsibility, Weasle-boy will now become a narc to save his hide. I'm sure this little missive will endear him to all his current friends and acquaintances. This should be printed up as a flier and distributed on campus so all will know with whom not to deal.
And we just thought Hunter Thompson was dead.
A real piece of work this guy is. I am sure we will be hearing more about him in the future :>)
Ten "I"s in a paragraph.
Oh, yes. It's all about me.
I think your right....Blows Against The Empire
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