I want my pound of flesh

Hello McAdoo I'm back 😀.

And there are lots to talk about. During my sabbatical and countless hours staring at the wall, I've been privileged to several revelations that we will shed light on together.

First, something simple to ponder: what time frame do you think is needed to send a Schuylkill County taxpayer to jail and condemn him to the poor house in fines? I'm not questioning the penalty; after all, we need some resemblance of order.

Actually, the question is loaded because in Schuylkill County, we have three time frames for three different classes of taxpayers.

Class 1 taxpayer: the rich. Let's use Boyle as an example. If Deep Pockets gets caught stealing a car, he can throw money at the crime through lawyers and appeals until everyone just about gives up on any serious prosecution, and they hand him a slap on the hand just so they can get on with their lives.

Class 2 taxpayer: the thin blue line. They don't need to worry about a goddamn thing between an entire government on their backs, not to mention the Fraternal Order of Police that provides a lawyer for free, provided you’ve bought the insurance policy. If you're a Chief of Police, you get even more protection to the point where you're untouchable. Hence, the smug look on Chief DiVirgilio's face.

Class 3 taxpayers are expendable worthless pieces of shit in their eyes. What, you think I'm joking? Where's your police insurance policy for legal protection? No lawyer wants to give you the time of day unless a bus just hit you. The brass ring for you is a burnt-out, overworked public defender that thinks you speaking is some sort of an abomination and storms off.

My car was stolen over two years ago, and still not one official word in writing on what the hell is going on. Can you guess my class in the Schuylkill County hierarchy?