What do you mean by "all three instances"?
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Does she know how to trim?
She's not putting her hands on my weed. She doesn't smoke and once offered some of my weed to a friend of hers who smokes that came to visit. I gave them a small sample and, later on, told her that she has balls offering anything of mine to anyone. It never happened again.
H.A.F.
a.k.a. Rusty Nails
You and the wife being generous - and paying for it, and her quitting her job and sponging.
Oh, yeah, I totally agree. I told my wife that it is a lose/lose situation. Her sister will keep doing what she is doing until she is kicked out, and that will probably completely ruin their relationship. I told her it's her choice to decide whether she would rather have a sister who drives her insane in her own home or a sister who is out of her life and will barely speak to her again. She's had a really difficult time with this and the longer it goes on the more angry I get with her sister. I had some respect for her when she first moved in but I have zero respect for her now. When I look at her I just see a leech.
H.A.F.
a.k.a. Rusty Nails
What I have found is that the needy will always be needy. And they will eventually need you again. Almost unavoidable but you set a good precedent for limiting or withholding future generosity.
She is needy by her own doing. She threw away a state pension, a year before she was eligible for it, and now can't get another state job to get back on the books to be eligible again. She went from being a probation officer (I think I mistakenly said parole officer earlier) in Boston to being a part-time cashier in a convenience store.
H.A.F.
a.k.a. Rusty Nails
My credit is now phenomenal, I am out of debt, have a house and acreage, jars of weed - living the dream
She drives a school bus to help her trailer-trash beau make ends meet in their double-wide with failing floors and 3 social security checks coming in.
The grow room, which is across from her bedroom, has AC in it and I'm sure that pisses her off enough as she sits in her hot and humid room.
H.A.F.
a.k.a. Rusty Nails
She'd love it here! I keep the whole house cool just to keep the grow room stable LOL
I got married the first time when I was young and dumb. It took about 15 years before my ex reached out to me and apologized for everything she put me through, but she gained a lot of respect from me for that.
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Not in a binary sense though, where one action contradicts another. The Robert Higgs quote I posted illustrates that well.
I understand on a personal level that your thoughts may be motivated by good feelings you hold for your brother in law. I'm not saying your brother in law isn't a polite or decent guy or that all cops as people behave like assholes knowingly.
I am speaking more to ,no matter how decent a cop may be personality wise, the job itself is a contradiction and people who do the job cannot avoid the contradiction by being "a nice guy".
"Being a cop" , has a requirement to take an oath to enforce all laws and swear an oath to uphold the constitution/ bill of rights (protect people's rights etc ).
When was the last time you saw a cop risk his paycheck and quit his job because it required him to enforce a victimless crime law or to violate a persons rights?
We were both in the military at the time. She cheated on me with another member of the military, and got knocked up, so I told her that she could take all the furniture and the car, we'd split anything we made by selling the house (which was basically nothing), and that she was paying all the legal fees unless she wanted me to report her and the guy she fucked to her superiors for adultery. She gladly took that deal, and she was smart too, because she wound up having a great career through retirement.
As a programmer I can't help but say "Life and human nature is analog, not binary"
It happens all the time. I can tell you one perfect example. Back in the late '90s, while I was going through a divorce, I drank up a storm to deal with my depression. I was driving home from the bar one night on a road in MT that had no speed limit (they used to have signs that said "safe and prudent" on some roads instead of the speed limit back then) and this cop in front of me was doing 45 when most people did 65-70. Me, in my drunkenness thought "This guy is testing me...if I don't pass him he's going to know I'm drunk and will bag me" so I passed him on the left. Lights went on, he pulled me over, and I fucking stunk like bourbon! I was a danger to others and not only did he not arrest me, he let me drive the remaining 3/4 of a mile home while escorting me with his lights on to make sure nobody got hurt.
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