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On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a speeding ticket for going 83…
I once had this dream where I broke into Santa’s Village to see what the Fat Man was up to, and I got chased down by his elf security staff. This is sorta’ like that dream - a Florida police deputy thinks himself clever enough to dress like an elf while pegging people for speeding:
I’m Santa’s helper today, helping to save lives so we can help these people enjoy their Christmas, so their families can enjoy their Christmas without the tragedy of traffic crashes.
Sounds like great Christmas spirit, right? Unless you’re a grinch like me, who thanks that the real purpose behind this is simply to get some revenue for the Sheriff’s Office. Which is supported by the fact that the elf and his buddies actually “wrote 53 tickets in 45 minutes and wound up writing a total of about 180 in the nearly three-hour detail.” One three-hour detail doesn’t make Christmas tragedy free. But 180 tickets sure puts some nice coin in the county chaffers.
Ho ho ho.
