Thieves

Imagine you just got a brand new whatever.  You worked for days, weeks, months, or even years to get it.  You come to like it, love it or perhaps even idolize it.  At the very least you need it.  Then someone comes around and takes it like they own it.  Just like that, all your work and/or money is all for naught.  Enter thieves, the bane of this writer's existence.

As kids, we all heard of Robin Hood.  He was supposedly an honorable thief.  He was brave and bold and all that crap.  We got behind him because he rose up against iniquity and injustice imposed on the people by an unfair government.  If only real thieves were that noble.

Anyone who's had to deal with thieves knows how it really feels to be stolen from.  It sucks.  This writer has lost roughly seven bikes to thieves.  They were cheap bikes, but that doesn't matter.  The money I invested went swirling right down the crapper.  That's the point.  Thieves take things without any consideration with what you my have invested or whether you need it.  That, friends, is bull stuff.

This writer has lived with people who have stolen from him while he was at work or in the shower.  This writer has literally lost hundred of dollars of food to these cravens. What's worse is that the whole house was filled with these immoral devils, so this writer didn't even know which person to get mad at.  As said before, they don't consider your need for what they take (Good thing this writer is done with those people).

You might be able to deduce that this writer doesn't like thieves.  Thieves are the second worst people in the world, just barely ahead of pedophiles in terms of morals.  What give them the right to take what you had to work for?  This writer doesn't care how badly they may need what they take.  If you can work for what you have, why can't they?  We all have enough trouble in this world without someone coming around and getting fat off our work.