Morons & Power

This weekend I was further aggravated by the growing number of morons with power. Zeen left the house on Sunday evening to go see his mom. He gets pulled over by the biggest group of morons in power in the history of the world – the police or for my purposes, the pork. They stop him on the pretense of him driving while using his cell phone and while doing the requisite check found that his driver's license had been suspended since March and a warrant for his arrest had been issued for non-payment of a traffic ticket. Of course he knew of none of this. So they arrest him and so begins the spiral of stupidity that is what happens when morons are in charge.

Zeen calls me from the precinct he was taken to and tells me to come get his stuff and the pork that I speak to says that he's gonna be moved to central booking and he gives me a number to call to check the status on his whatever. The number was wrong - moron power trick # 1.

Later in the evening I got a call from the courthouse where he was being held to verify shit and I clambered down there after scraping my bank account clean to see what's what. The flirtatious moron at the arraignment info desk informs me that he won't be seen by the judge that night and that I should be at the courthouse by 9 am the following day. He was jerking me around – moron power trick # 2

So Zeen’s Mom & I went to the courthouse bright and early at 9 am, only to be told by Snarky Moron that they didn’t have anything on file for him and that we should call the precinct. I do that and they say call the DA, I do that and the DA Moron tells me to go to the courthouse, to which I reply, I’m already there. He didn’t particularly like the way I was speaking to him (very slowly, the way you talk to morons and small children) so he released the snark on me and I promptly hung the phone up on him. All the while barely managing not to curse in front of Zeen’s highly religious Mom. Refusal to be helpful or at the very least resourceful – moron power trick # 3

I return to the info desk where I am informed that I should come at 12, I return at 12, I’m told to return at 2:30. You get where this is going. Finally, at 4 I return to be told that he’ll be seen at 6. At this point I have been in a state of worry & rage for nearly 8 hours and I’m starving as well as sick using their narsty ass public phones. So I decide I must get my cell phone.

Oh I didn’t mention that I had to leave my cell phone with the Moron Brigade when I came into court because it has a camera on it and cameras aren’t allowed in the courtroom. So I go to claim my phone and alas, they have lost it.

Can you say furious? I could barely hold it down. I was informed that they “misplaced” and they’ll track it down or replace it. I was given the unnecessary info that they get 400 phones and this is the first time they’ve lost one. Making excuses for ineptitude – moron power trick # 4

With that brilliant explanation of their mob stupidity, I’m off to the 7th circle of hell – The Sprint Store. I got to wait on line for 45 mins just to suspend my service. Zeen’s Mom & I eat and then head back just to be told that he won’t be seen until much later. Now I’m scared for Zeen, angry, bitter, and all I want is to get my Man and leave. Longer story short, Zeen is arraigned at 11:30 pm and fined, wait for it……75 bones.

That’s right 75 motherfucking bucks + 50 bones in court fees. So it was worth 36 hrs of wait, worry, & discomfort just so some fucking Pork Moron could make his quota of Black Male Harassment for the year.

And on top of it all I got the privilege of spending 12+ hours with some of the most fashion-challenged, non-civil servant, nasty, stupid, ghetto, trifflin, snarky, useless, troglodytes in the history of bad service.

But I walked out with my heart. Nothing worked until I got him home. I didn’t cry the way I wanted to at being kept apart from him by bullshit. I refused to let those mouth-breathers see me breakdown. Motherfucking bootylickin ass draggers.

Needless to say I am still angry.


Later………