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Meet NYPD Deputy Inspector Anthony Bologna, former Commanding Officer of the First Precinct and a leader of the violent brute squad who maced a group of unarmed, nonviolent women during the Wall Street protest.
I love that this pig’s name is Tony Baloney. How perfect is that?
According to this little puff piece, Tony Baloney is a typical douchebag from Staten Island who couldn’t hack it running a deli, wasn’t smart enough to become a teacher, and so instead became a piece of shit cop where he rose through the ranks as a narc, a rat, and an all around asshole.
Of course, no one should be the least bit surprised that Tony Baloney is the kind of thick skulled dickbag that the NYPD promotes to a command position, nor should anyone be surprised when the NYPD does absolutely nothing to discipline him for his brutality.
I guess we’ll all just have to settle for making Tony Baloney the poster boy for the American police state. He really is a perfect fit, isn’t he?
If you’d like to contact him, here is his publicly available personal information, including a land line phone number and home address.
Baby, you took my soul I gave you everything, what did you give my soul?
Ah! dearest love, sweet home of all my fears And hopes and joys and panting miseries,— To-night, if I may guess, thy beauty wears A smile of such delight, As brilliant and as bright, As when with ravished, aching, vassal eyes, Lost in a soft amaze, I gaze, I gaze!
if love is all you have to say
i fear the day you float away
because love is a drug: addicting
and you will come down eventuallywhat’s left?
a stub of you rubbed raw
to the bottom of your sticky bones
you couldn’t help but tear apart—i want more
i want it to mean more
but i find i strive for happiness
in more multitudes than love
and i hope smiles aren’t a drug
something i toss away eventually
because happy is a simple concept,
or at least it should be; too good
to throw around the way ‘love’ is
