My employer mandated the vaccine. Anyone else?

Media still hiding the hand job dude.


One of these was just promoted to Major in my old career. She will be in charge of a Troop or Special Division.

Shortly after the incidents detailed in this court docket she was transferred to the brand new Office of Professional Integrity and Accountability.

While in OPIA she investigated Troopers not in compliance with the vaccine mandate and testified at their trials to not being in compliance with the mandate.

Jordan Kerr posted something last week about CSM shenanigans in the mil.

The lack of discretion and personal respect is widespread these days.

If she becomes Major in C Troop she will be in charge of a strip of Massachusetts N/S from New Hampshire to Rhode Island and E/W from Rt 495 to the Connecticut River.

Amazing.
 
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Media still hiding the hand job dude.


One of these was just promoted to Major in my old career. She will be in charge of a Troop or Special Division.

Shortly after the incidents detailed in this court docket she was transferred to the brand new Office of Professional Integrity and Accountability.

While in OPIA she investigated Troopers not in compliance with the vaccine mandate and testified at their trials to not being in compliance with the mandate.

Jordan Kerr posted something last week about CSM shenanigans in the mil.

The lack of discretion and personal respect is widespread these days.

If she becomes Major in C Troop she will be in charge of a strip of Massachusetts N/S from New Hampshire to Rhode Island and E/W from Rt 495 to the Connecticut River.

Amazing.
DEI pick?
 
Media still hiding the hand job dude.


One of these was just promoted to Major in my old career. She will be in charge of a Troop or Special Division.

Shortly after the incidents detailed in this court docket she was transferred to the brand new Office of Professional Integrity and Accountability.

While in OPIA she investigated Troopers not in compliance with the vaccine mandate and testified at their trials to not being in compliance with the mandate.

Jordan Kerr posted something last week about CSM shenanigans in the mil.

The lack of discretion and personal respect is widespread these days.

If she becomes Major in C Troop she will be in charge of a strip of Massachusetts N/S from New Hampshire to Rhode Island and E/W from Rt 495 to the Connecticut River.

Amazing.

It's just a few bad ones. Mass law enforcement looks to be over burdened with their share of them. Pick any crime accepting bribes, murder, sex crimes, robbery or any other and they got it.
 
It's just a few bad ones. Mass law enforcement looks to be over burdened with their share of them. Pick any crime accepting bribes, murder, sex crimes, robbery or any other and they got it.
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I made into five seconds of her singing. You got me convinced!

And I use to like you till you posted another video of her singing!


Reminds me of a letter...

Dear Abby,

We have a visiting guest speaker that comes to our church every few months. She is a dear sweet woman that loves to tell us about the Lord and His marvelous works. She has a heart to reach the lost and win souls for Jesus. She has the most pleasant and amicable disposition of any person I have had the pleasure to meet. She reminds me of my Grandmother; rest her soul.

My family and I want to hear what she has to say but do not want to hear her sing.

Whenever she gets up to perform for the congregation her voice sounds like a pair of mating elephants. Her a-cappella renditions are worse than being held prisoner by terrorists who torment you with the vilest of extremes that are the products of perverted, evil minds. I would rather be castrated by an odoriferous, flea-infested, camel-loving member of the Taliban with a dull hacksaw than to bear one more minute of her inhumane vocalizations!

Crucify me upside down if you wish. Put me on the rack then excoriate my skin with a Paleolithic flaying tool. Make me walk on a bed of nails that have been dipped in bovine excrement. Please tie me up with my back to a cactus while a thousand pygmies shoot at my groin using blowguns at point blank range. Make me a sex- slave to a tattooed-emblazoned, 400 pound “Java the Hut” that smells like rhino dung! Even worse, make me spend the evening with Rosie O'Donnell while I have to fulfill her wildest fantasies.

You can do all of that before torturing me anymore with her Amazonian bull- frog croaking!

Impale me naked in the middle of a desert island full of cannibals. Bury me up to my neck in sand in the desert and pour honey over my head in the middle of a thousand of fire ants. Strap my bare butt down in a metal chair that has been heated by the blazing sun of the Gobi desert. Then smear sterno over my genitals and light it while forcing a live scorpion down my throat. Getting an enema with a fire hose is preferable to her serenades that mimic a cat in heat.


If you stuck a pair of hot soldering irons up my nostrils, it would feel better than to listen of another one of her songs. I would rather be sentenced to a life of imprisonment in a Chuck-E-Cheese restaurant full of brat kids with runny noses and soiled underwear.

I can be tortured and killed a thousand times over but cannot stand to listen to her wailing any longer. She sounds like a litter of live kittens slow roasting in a bar-b- que oven. I would rather face the incessant lashing with a cat-o-nine tails than to endure her caterwauling that would only attract an amorous bull moose. Boiling in oil is an attractive alternative compared to having my eardrums abused by her nauseating nasal bleats that sound like a horny goat. Being tied up naked in a sleeping bag with Janet Reno is better than being accosted with her auditory acid.

Torture me to the brink of death but do not make me listen to her sing!

My petitions to the Almighty to have her cease her sadistic symphony have bounced off the ceiling. Countless days and nights, I have begged the Ancient of Days to bring up another prophet to let her know that she cannot sing people to heaven. I have fasted for an entire month to rid myself of her cackling karaoke routine, only to be taken to an intensive care unit for rehydration and intravenous feeding. The hospital staff could not understand why I was angry with them for saving my life. Death offers such a sweet repose that would end the evening torments of my soul caused by haunting nightmares of her sadistic squawks and squeals. I have prostrated myself endlessly in unanswered prayer so much that I feel I have some unconfessed, hidden sin that must be atoned for before I can get any relief from this hell on earth!

After listening to her sing, I am told that I could qualify to be a tour guide in the lake of fire!

So please tell us what we must do to get her to stop her infernal attempts to be musical.

Sincerely,

-Desperate
 
I made into five seconds of her singing. You got me convinced!

And I use to like you till you posted another video of her singing!


Reminds me of a letter...

Dear Abby,

We have a visiting guest speaker that comes to our church every few months. She is a dear sweet woman that loves to tell us about the Lord and His marvelous works. She has a heart to reach the lost and win souls for Jesus. She has the most pleasant and amicable disposition of any person I have had the pleasure to meet. She reminds me of my Grandmother; rest her soul.

My family and I want to hear what she has to say but do not want to hear her sing.

Whenever she gets up to perform for the congregation her voice sounds like a pair of mating elephants. Her a-cappella renditions are worse than being held prisoner by terrorists who torment you with the vilest of extremes that are the products of perverted, evil minds. I would rather be castrated by an odoriferous, flea-infested, camel-loving member of the Taliban with a dull hacksaw than to bear one more minute of her inhumane vocalizations!

Crucify me upside down if you wish. Put me on the rack then excoriate my skin with a Paleolithic flaying tool. Make me walk on a bed of nails that have been dipped in bovine excrement. Please tie me up with my back to a cactus while a thousand pygmies shoot at my groin using blowguns at point blank range. Make me a sex- slave to a tattooed-emblazoned, 400 pound “Java the Hut” that smells like rhino dung! Even worse, make me spend the evening with Rosie O'Donnell while I have to fulfill her wildest fantasies.

You can do all of that before torturing me anymore with her Amazonian bull- frog croaking!

Impale me naked in the middle of a desert island full of cannibals. Bury me up to my neck in sand in the desert and pour honey over my head in the middle of a thousand of fire ants. Strap my bare butt down in a metal chair that has been heated by the blazing sun of the Gobi desert. Then smear sterno over my genitals and light it while forcing a live scorpion down my throat. Getting an enema with a fire hose is preferable to her serenades that mimic a cat in heat.



If you stuck a pair of hot soldering irons up my nostrils, it would feel better than to listen of another one of her songs. I would rather be sentenced to a life of imprisonment in a Chuck-E-Cheese restaurant full of brat kids with runny noses and soiled underwear.

I can be tortured and killed a thousand times over but cannot stand to listen to her wailing any longer. She sounds like a litter of live kittens slow roasting in a bar-b- que oven. I would rather face the incessant lashing with a cat-o-nine tails than to endure her caterwauling that would only attract an amorous bull moose. Boiling in oil is an attractive alternative compared to having my eardrums abused by her nauseating nasal bleats that sound like a horny goat. Being tied up naked in a sleeping bag with Janet Reno is better than being accosted with her auditory acid.

Torture me to the brink of death but do not make me listen to her sing!

My petitions to the Almighty to have her cease her sadistic symphony have bounced off the ceiling. Countless days and nights, I have begged the Ancient of Days to bring up another prophet to let her know that she cannot sing people to heaven. I have fasted for an entire month to rid myself of her cackling karaoke routine, only to be taken to an intensive care unit for rehydration and intravenous feeding. The hospital staff could not understand why I was angry with them for saving my life. Death offers such a sweet repose that would end the evening torments of my soul caused by haunting nightmares of her sadistic squawks and squeals. I have prostrated myself endlessly in unanswered prayer so much that I feel I have some unconfessed, hidden sin that must be atoned for before I can get any relief from this hell on earth!

After listening to her sing, I am told that I could qualify to be a tour guide in the lake of fire!

So please tell us what we must do to get her to stop her infernal attempts to be musical.

Sincerely,


-Desperate

There is a way to prevent her singing….
 
...you people...are just...wrong!
I'm just happy that someone, any one, takes the initiative to get up in front of a crowd, and sings our national song. She may not have the best voice, but come on!
Did we forget how badly Roseanne Barr butchered the National Anthem??
Geeeez... Mac
eta: or, did I miss something??
 
...you people...are just...wrong!
I'm just happy that someone, any one, takes the initiative to get up in front of a crowd, and sings our national song. She may not have the best voice, but come on!
Did we forget how badly Roseanne Barr butchered the National Anthem??
Geeeez... Mac
eta: or, did I miss something??
So what you are saying is that you would let an unqualified meth head do a brake job on your car because he's got initiative? I mean your car. Not your ex wives car.
 
So what you are saying is that you would let an unqualified meth head do a brake job on your car because he's got initiative? I mean your car. Not your ex wives car.
...is she a meth head?? Are there better singers out there, why yes, there are.
Am I missing something while watching/listening to her sing(I could have)? Is it the greatest voice out there? No! But a hell of a lot better than I could do. Does our National Anthem have to have a "Professional" to sing it? I think not.
And, by the way, I do 90% of my own work on my vehicles. Don't need to make sure a "meth head" is gamefully employed. Mac
 
...is she a meth head?? Are there better singers out there, why yes, there are.
Am I missing something while watching/listening to her sing(I could have)? Is it the greatest voice out there? No! But a hell of a lot better than I could do. Does our National Anthem have to have a "Professional" to sing it? I think not.
And, by the way, I do 90% of my own work on my vehicles. Don't need to make sure a "meth head" is gamefully employed. Mac
She is representing the state troopers, ohh wait, you are right. Cringe worthy as it is. She is without a doubt representing them perfectly.
Carry on.

Edit to add: A group that should demand excellence couldn't possibly say that they have no one to available.
 
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She is representing the state troopers, ohh wait, you are right. Cringe worthy as it is. She is without a doubt representing them perfectly.
Carry on.

Edit to add: A group that should demand excellence couldn't possibly say that they have no one to available.
Okay, I get it now. I went back and clicked on pmclaine's link that I must have missed/bypassed. Told ya I probably missed something. Please forgive me.
Mac:rolleyes:
 
Putting this here because I like to document my Dishonorable status compared to the people that "got a break" from my old job.

Also need to come back here for the link to shit post it elsewhere.


 
Putting this here because I like to document my Dishonorable status compared to the people that "got a break" from my old job.

Also need to come back here for the link to shit post it elsewhere.



What’s that? About 80 hours per week year round?
 
Putting this here because I like to document my Dishonorable status compared to the people that "got a break" from my old job.

Also need to come back here for the link to shit post it elsewhere.


Stealing from the taxpayers was probably a bit more profitable than stealing from Target.

 
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What’s that? About 80 hours per week year round?
Dude actually has a photographic memory and has high intelligence.

I think he also may let certain legal tastes cloud his judgement when he has too much.

First time they broke him from Capt to Trooper as he left his hearing he said “I’ll be back!”

He took 3 tests and boom, boom, boom he was back as a Capt.

They changed the test shortly after so they were not in line and no one could climb the ladder in successive tests.

To be a Dt Capt you have to be appointed. Someone has to give you that Dt rate and bump in pay.

He has likely been told he will never make Major so Dt Capt was a bone.
 
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Dude actually has a photographic memory and has high intelligence.

I think he also may let certain legal tastes cloud his judgement when he has too much.

First time they broke him from Capt to Trooper as he left his hearing he said “I’ll be back!”

He took 3 tests and boom, boom, boom he was back as a Capt.

They changed the test shortly after so they were not in line and no one could climb the ladder in successive tests.

To be a Dt Capt you have to be appointed. Someone has to give you that Dt rate and bump in pay.

He has likely been told he will never make Major so Dt Capt was a bone.
When did you first consider the significance of Mafia/Mob domination of Boston Law Enforcement, which dates back to the 1800s?