Well, only twenty four hours to go before I am officially off of probation. I am trying to figure out what I might want to do to celebrate. I can hardly remember the time when I could just mindlessly drive through Rambo's territory without tension in my shoulders and a knot in my gut. Come to think of it those symptoms didn't begin with him. I think I was born with knotted shoulder and gut syndrome. I don't want to give Rambo more credit than he is due. His sort is better compared to the annoying fly over the potato salad at a picnic.

If you read earlier blogs concerning my disdain for this particular Rambo, you may recall that I threatened to stop supporting the 100 Club as a way to treat that particular solicitation with the same consideration as all the other solicitations that I receive on a daily basis given this guy was so into fairness and all. Well, I also said that I was basically a weeny and would probably back down. So, I have come up with a compromise that I can live with and I am sure the 100 Club can live with also.  I have decided to withhold the donations until the amount of money that was spent on lawyers, court costs, tickets and etc. have equalled the amount I would have given to "the club". I will instead send what would have been "their" money to someone who doesn't not pack a gun (radar or otherwise) and hide in the bushes or behind tress looking for law breakers.

Do not misunderstand me, I have great respect for meaningful law enforcement. I believe there are some really bad people in the world who intend to do really bad things to other people given the opportunity and I want all the Rambo's of the world to be prepared to handle the situation.  Driving 6 miles over the speed limit, however does not fit the really bad person profile in my opinion. But, you never know, I think it was a broken tail light that got the Oklahoma bomber pulled over...what were the chances.