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Hey Drama Queen - Sit on Your Scepter!!!

Wed, 20 Sep 2007 02:47:13 GMT

posted by veritas227

Don't "TASE" Me Bro!

Let's initially acknowledge and establish an undeniable fact. Andrew Meyer, 21, is a publicity seeking Drama Queen. The University of Florida student was tasered and arrested on Monday at an informal question and answer session with 2004 Democratic Presidential nominee, Senator John Kerry. Meyer was asking Kerry why he did not contest the 2004 presidential election, which he of course lost to George W. Bush, and why there had been no significant efforts to impeach Bush.

Meyer had asked the Senator several questions and eventually went beyond the previously agreed upon time allotment for each student and was finally asked to stop, according to university spokesman Steve Orlando. When it became apparent he had no intention of stopping, his microphone was cut off. He then became somewhat animated and upset. Much to his credit, Senator Kerry allowed the self-serving student to ramble on, but when he refused to abide by the same rules that everybody else did, four campus police officers did try to remove Meyer from the auditorium. Meyer then started screaming for help and asked "What did I do?" as he waved his arms in an obvious attempt to break free of the officers.

You can clearly see in the video taping of the incident, Meyer was given every possible opportunity to stop his verbal and physical theatrics but seemed far more interested in performing for the cameras and fellow students, than acting like a big boy and leaving the auditorium. Finally, after he clearly received multiple warnings to stop attempting to break free and screaming, he was finally tasered so as to subdue him. It would seem that 50,000 volts of prevention is worth a pound of cure.

I'm reasonably sure there are very few people more against censorship than I am, but every once in a while, someone like Andrew Meyer comes along and single-handedly disproves that notion. I hope no reasonable person believes for one second, this is a case of censorship, police brutality, abolition of free speech or the kind of totalitarian repression of ideas, practiced by the Bush Administration. This in simplest terms is a text book example of a self-important, spoiled, sanctimonious punk not getting his own way. I actually spoke to a current University of Florida student who requested anonymity, but told me "the consensus of opinion on Andrew Meyer is that he's a punk who likes to light peoples' fuses." She also added "he's done things like this before."

BE A BIG BOY

He did exactly what he set out to do at that forum. Take the focus off John Kerry and put it smack on himself. He now considers himself a celebrity. I guarantee he's been monitoring his phone all day getting ready to field calls from news and entertainment programs across the country. The first thing he should do is consult a dictionary and decipher the definitions and differences of the words FAMOUS and INFAMOUS. He may find more success in his future endeavors, if people are laughing with him as opposed to at him.

Andrew, you came across in that auditorium as an obnoxious, pompous little twit. I would bet you that even Isiah Thomas would tell you how badly you needed to be bitch slapped, instead of slapped on the back, for your impression of a five year old girl having a bad hair day. Senator Kerry should have been elected president in 2004 and in all likelihood, probably was. Kerry is from Massachusetts and not seeking the presidency in 2008. He came to speak at your school as an intellectual and influential member of the most powerful legislative body in the world. Your way of saying thank you, is by turning all the attention on yourself for all the wrong reasons. Before your 15 minutes rapidly expire, I would urge you to publicly apologize to Senator Kerry, your school, the students who were sickened by your silly display and your parents, for having to witness you acting like such an effeminate little twit.

The world is up to its collective eyeballs with the likes of Britney, Paris, Lindsay, OJ and now YOU. I would suggest the next time the Drama Queen part of your personality wants to emerge, take out your scepter and listen long and hard to the part of your anatomy that will be repeatedly screaming:
"Don't Put it There Bro!"

No Charges Against UF Student, But His Shocking Words Live On Online

Mon, 30 Oct 2007 14:52:12 GMT

posted by scottorr

Posted by J. Scott Orr October 30, 2007 10:52AM

Categories: Quirky

University of Florida Student Andrew Meyer is taken away after uttering the now-famous quote: "Don't tase me, bro."

Well, we may have heard the last of Andrew Meyer, but his famous quote "Don't tase me, bro," lives on on the Internet.

Meyer, the 21-year-old University of Florida student who refused to cease questioning Sen. John Kerry (D-Mass.), uttered the four-word phrase as police attempted to subdue him.

One of the officers, whose name apparently was not Bro, delivered a Taser blast to silence the struggling student. Shockingly, the Taser failed to quiet the highly agitated Meyer, who screamed in pain as he was escorted from a university assembly hall.

Even as the officers were cleared of using excessive force and Meyer's attorney said today that the student would face no charges, "Don't tase me, bro" continued to have a life of its own as an Internet catch-phrase.

The incident, for which Meyer apologized, was captured on video and became one of Youtube's hottest entries with millions of views. You can watch it below.

In the weeks since the Sept. 17 incident, "Don't tase me, bro" has been used most frequently on snarky discussion boards and forums to mean, leave me alone, or don't flame me.

Example: Reader: "You're submission sux." Submitter: "Don't tase me, bro."

An entry in the Urban Dictionary defines it this way: "A phrase used (with ironic reference to the above incident) to express feigned dissatisfaction with another's recent or impending actions or speech."

"Don't Tase Me, Bro!" Named Top Phrase Of '07

Wed, 20 Dec 2007 01:44:00 GMT

posted by stogie43
Little did University of Florida student Andrew Meyer know back in September that his 15 minutes of fame would live on in the pantheon of dubious utterances after he disrupted a speech by Sen. John Kerry......here

Who’s The Biggest Ass?

Wed, 9 Oct 2008 13:23:03 GMT

posted by dukedaley

It may as well have been this guy writing the speeding ticket.

I got pulled over for speeding (again) today. FUCK! I’ve about had it with the traffic Nazi’s we’ve got in this state. Was I speeding? Yes. Did I deserve a ticket? No. Why not, you ask? Here’s what happened……

I was coming back from my daily jaunt from the post office. I live in the burbs, was almost home, driving down a county road where the normal speed limit is 45 mph. I was going 50. Except, there’s this little area, less than a half a mile long where the speed limit drops to 35 mph. So instead of tooling along at a reasonable 5 mph over the limit like every other red-blooded swinging dick out there, suddenly I’m 15 over, climbing the hill, and sure as shit here comes a County Mountie with a complex. I’m telling ya, there’s really no other feeling that quite compares with watching one of those fuck-wads turning around behind you.

Now, I could have ran, and let me tell you, I almost did. I don’t mean run, like “hey y’all, did ya see Duke on Cops last night?” I mean run like I could have very easily slipped onto a side street, made a couple of quick turns, lost the power patrol, and no one would have cared……. except officer Numb Nuts. Anyway, traffic was coming right behind me, the road was narrow, there were plenty of side streets to turn off, it was hilly, and county cock-breath was having trouble turning around. So did I run?

Well, if you’re paying attention, obviously I did not, because I said I got a ticket. (Jesus, try and keep up, will you?) Running gets you a trip downtown, possible a stay at the Gray Bar Inn. And no, I didn’t pussy out either. It was a judgement call, so fuck you.

Anyway, I pulled over, and let me tell you something, I was already stopped and sitting there waiting, watching while this moron was back there still trying to turn around. I should have run, but I didn’t. I even had time to put my seat belt on. Hell, I probably had time to go get some donuts to bribe this douche bag with, but I didn’t. So about three hours later, Deputy Do Right finally gets turned around and, get this, pulls up behind me with not only his light bar flashing, but with his siren going. Jesus, like he just pulled over the fucking Una Bomber or something.

So he gets out of his car, takes a few steps before he realizes that his siren is still blaring, goes back, turns it off, and walks up to my window. Now you’ve got to understand something here…….This guy has pretty much already made an ass out of himself. He knows it, I know it, and he knows that I know it. Hell, he knows that I know that he knows I know. It was that fucking obvious. So what could have happened is that Deputy dickweek could have been a regular fucking human, swallowed his pride and just given me a warning and go back to the academy to practice some more. That’s what could have happened. That’s what should have happened.

That didn’t happen.

Instead, Officer Orifice decides he’s got to do something to let me know that he’s large and in charge. So, he comes walking up, takes his nightstick out, and starts tapping it along the side of my truck as he’s making his way to the door. I shit you not. I am not making this shit up. This goon was off his nut, let me tell you. Being the good citizen I am, (blow me) I kept both hands on the wheel, in plain site, and then I made my first mistake.

When he got to the door and asked for my drivers license and registration, I may have said something along the lines of “If you hit the side of my truck with that stick one more time, ASSHOLE, I’m gonna show you the other end of it.”

The conversation, (if you could call it that) deteriorated from there. It went a little something like this:

COP: Are you threatening me, sir? (Sir? Sir? Like now he’s gonna get polite?)

Duke: Nope. Just stop beating on my truck.

Cop: I’ll need to see that DL and reg, son. (He actually said it just like that. DL and Reg)

Duke: I’m not your son.

Cop: Look here, boy….

Duke: I’m not your boy, either. And before you go any further, (here comes my second mistake, if you’re following along) I’m not your bitch either. You had it right the first time when you called me sir. Are you having a bad day or something?

Cop: (He’s pissed now, I can assure you……………….I was there.) Step out of the vehicle sir.

Duke: (smiles) Why?

Cop: Sir, PLEASE step out of the vehicle.

Duke: Okay. (now, I took my hand off the steering wheel to unbuckle my seat belt that I had just put on, and Constable Cocksucker saw this, pulled his Taser out, and started shouting at me.)

Cop: KEEP YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM! GET YOUR HANDS UP!!

Duke: How am I supposed to get out of the vehicle, if I can’t unbuckle my belt? (I had suddenly become the voice of reason, and it was pissing him off even more.) You don’t need to shout. I can hear you just fine.

Cop: I’M NOT SHOUTING!!

Duke: Okay, my mistake. Let’s just calm down here. You don’t look so good. You’re turning kinda red. Are you okay?

Cop: I’M FINE! NOW GET OUT OF THE VEHICLE, NICE AND SLOW LIKE. (he actually said slow like). So I got out of my truck, nice and slow like, and he’s got his Taser in one hand and he’s still got his billy club in the other, and he turns me around and starts to frisk me. Except he dropped his club when he did, and it sort of hip hopped it’s way out onto the middle of the road. Remember I said we were on a hill? Well, the club started to roll down the middle of the road, and he kept sort of turning back and forth between wanting to frisk me and wanting to chase after his club. In the end, the club won, and he chased it down while I stood next to the side of my truck. I lit a cigarette while I was waiting.

By the time he got back, I think we’d both just about had enough. I mean, I was seriously trying not to laugh at this dumb fuck, and he was clearly flustered beyond description.

Cop: Can I just please see your driver’s license and registration please?

Duke: Sure.

Cop: Do you know how fast you were going?

Duke: Yes.

Cop: Well?

Duke: Well what? (god I can be irritating. Just ask my wife or kids)

Cop: Well, How. Fast. We’re. You. Going?

Duke: Don’t you know?

Cop: Of course I know. That’s why I pulled you over.

Duke: Well if you know, why did you ask me?

Cop: I’m going to write you a ticket for 15 mph over.

Duke: Whatever, Dude.

Cop: (now back with the ticket. He’s sort of fanning it at me while he’s talking) Do you know why we have speed limits? (I can’t figure out if these guys are just trying to make conversation when they pull you over, or if they think their little lectures are really effective. At this point, I’ve got the ticket, so I really don’t have much to lose here. I decided to take the pitch. I swung for the fence too.)

Duke: Because if we didn’t, you and me would have to take our dicks out and flop them on the hood to see which one was bigger? We still can, you know. I bet I’d win too.

Cop: (not taking the bait) Well, I’ll tell you, in this area, it’s because of all the hidden driveways.

Duke: Hidden driveways? What hidden driveways?

Cop: Have a nice day, sir. (I don’t think he got it).

Duke: Blow me.

Cop: What was that?

I didn’t answer him. I decided to be the bigger person, and just drove away. Anyway, that’s pretty much how it ended, except when I got home, I called my cousin, who happens to be a cop. He fixed the ticket for me. I sort of knew he would. I like cops. I really do. I just don’t like idiots with an inferiority complex.

Look, if you’re a cop, here’s the deal. You guys have a tough job, I get that. In fact, I respect you for it. But you don’t need to go around acting like you’re king shit just because you carry a badge and a gun. I don’t let anyone else treat me that way, so why should I let you? I shouldn’t, so I don’t. Most of us didn’t just rob a bank, or rape some kittens, or whatever kind of drama you’re jacking up in your head while driving around waiting for the next victim to drive through your little speed trap. Write the citation, shut the fuck up, and don’t try to be a bigger asshole than me.

Everyone knows I’m the biggest asshole in these here parts. I just don’t try to hide behind a badge and a gun while I’m doing it.

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