Yes, there are thugs in central Virginia. As documented on Naked Villainy, the son of Mark F--z--,the man who painted my roof this summer, and an accomplice shot and stole one of my neighbor's hogs (he is known as "Smallholder" on the N.V. site). Hogslayer and the accomplice were stupid enough to brag about the deed at a local delinquent party, and were ratted out by one of the attendees. He was sentenced in September to four months in County for the crime. Did he serve all four months? No! He was at my door a few days ago asking if I would let him go deer hunting on our land. Justice well served.
Yesterday, I was at the local grocery store, loading up in the parking lot, when I happened to notice four young teenage males approaching from the vicinity of the dollar store next door. One of them was displaying what appeared to be several boxes of candies tucked into his waistband. They crossed the street, and I went into the dollar store to inquire about them with the clerk. The clerk could not verify that the youths were in the store, as they were rather busy checking out shoppers, but she looked up at the railroad tracks across the street. As she saw them disappear between some coal cars stopped on the tracks, she said without surprise: "Huh, F--z-- boys." Spawn of the same seed.
The last bit of thuggishness, at least the last I will document here, is a little more extreme. Some might say more professional. Not long ago, a convicted felon broke into an apartment, stole a firearm, and was fleeing from a police officer when he fatally shot the cop's dog. The police officer shot the criminal once, and when he tried to recover his dropped firearm, the officer shot him again. The felon is now in prison, paralyzed. Sadly, the dog had to be euthanized. This rectal opening has now filed a $10 million suit against everyone involved in his prosecution and incarceration. He is in solitary confinement because his wheelchair could be used as a weapon. No T.V., no library access, and shitting and pissing in a bag can make one bitter, I guess. He's lucky he did not receive the alternative: Summary justice at the scene.
Local weekly paper The Hook has a good story about this last incident.