Douchebag police

Ok, here's what I've come up with in my three year hiatus: A douchebag police force.

I guess the best way to describe it is: justice (most likely vigilante, but maybe someday, legally appointed... I can dream can't I?) taken out only on those certian members of our society who feel that they are above us common peasants.

Now for those of you who don't know exactly who I'm talking about, someone included in the definition of "Douchebag" may include: the guy with the pimped out truck who feels the need to take up two spaces at the front of the grocery store or movie theatre, the person who believes that the world is his or her personal ashtray, or perhaps those that feel that in order to have a good day, they themselves must inform us common peasants that that's just what we are, and that something we did (such as causing them to wait in line for 30 more seconds, so we've made sure that we got our sweet and sour sauce) is taking up their valuable time.

Imagine if such a douchebag police force existed: Douchebag Male, aged 32, single, has too much money for his own good, parks his S10 (which at this point has been so pimped out that he is unable to use it for anything you would use a truck for anyway) at the front of the drugstore, taking up two spaces. The douchebag police (who have been tracking him for many minutes already) appear from behind the bushes with legally appointed sledgehammers. They make sure that the two parking stalls that he has taken up, is now only one space, so that the sweet old lady (who very well might not have found a spot for at least 6 cars in either direction) may park her Plymouth Sundance accordingly, and buy her medication.

Another scenario if you will (because you probably have stopped reading at this point, so I will continue): Douchebag Female, aged 23, driving her '95 Cavalier, is taking the last puff of her cigarette, she throws the butt out the window, and continues along the way. Douchebag police spot the butt flying out of the window and dispatch a member to the median of the next intersection she stops at. He smiles at her as she rolls down her window, then proceeds to pour a bucket full of cigarette butts onto her lap and tells her to have a nice day...

ahh, the sweet sting of justice.

ok, bye.