The other day or night, some piece of hill trash decided it would be a good idea to come over and randomly flip circuit breakers in my fuse box. I guess the no trespassing signs aren't working anymore. I'd ask Mr. 12 Gauge to help with the problem, but I work, and my welfare king neighbors and their horde of feral kids don't. That gives them a decided advantage when it comes to malicious behavior.
I went to the sheriff to report the issue. Stupid me. I had at least hoped for maybe an increased law enforcement presence in my neighborhood, but no. It is not to be. I did get told by the officer at the desk that if I got evidence, I should go to the county attorney, and he could get an arrest warrant for me. I always thought the police were supposed to do that, but I guess in this era of budget cuts, I need to do my own investigations, get my own evidence, and obtain my own warrants. Why do we even have a police force?
The best part came when I tried to fill out a report. They couldn't find any forms, so they had me fill out the information on a post it note. For some reason that does not give me a warm and fuzzy feeling about the professionalism of the Clinton County Sheriff's Department.
And people wonder why I have almost nothing good to say about Appalachia.
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