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  • In ancient Greece, publicly owned slaves were used by magistrates as police.

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    In Babylonia, law enforcement tasks were initially entrusted to individuals with military backgrounds or imperial magnates during the Old Babylonian period, but eventually, law enforcement was delegated to officers known as paqūdus, who were present in both cities and rural settlements. A paqūdu was responsible for investigating petty crimes and carrying out arrests.

    In ancient Egypt evidence of law enforcement exists as far back as the Old Kingdom period. There are records of an office known as “Judge Commandant of the Police” dating to the fourth dynasty. During the fifth dynasty at the end of the Old Kingdom period, warriors armed with wooden sticks were tasked with guarding public places such as markets, temples, and parks, and apprehending criminals. …

    all from easily accessible https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Police










  • paper wasps are not “chill little dudes”

    one of the most painful experiences of my life. a dozen stings on my left hand and for a moment i didn’t even know what was happening to me. As painful as a good dose of 220 volts through your arm

    i still kept them around though. As a gardener, they’re your friends. i stopped using those tools around which they built their hive

    When you pass by their hive, they follow your movements. They turn to keep you in sight … one feels them staring 😬












  • A man walks out to the street and catches a taxi just going by.

    He gets into the taxi, and the cabbie says, “Perfect timing. You’re just like Frank.”

    Passenger: “Who?”

    Cabbie: “Frank Feldman… he’s a guy who did everything right all the time. Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happened like that to Frank Feldman every single time.”

    Passenger: “There are always a few clouds over everybody.”

    Cabbie: “Not Frank Feldman. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand-Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone, and danced like a Broadway star. And you should have heard him play the piano! He was an amazing guy.”

    Passenger: “Sounds like he was something really special.”

    Cabbie: “There’s more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered everybody’s birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order, and which fork to eat them with. And he could fix anything. Not like me -I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman, he could do everything right.”

    Passenger: “Wow, some guy then.”

    Cabbie: “He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But Frank, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good. He would never answer her back, even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too. He was the perfect man! He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman.”

    Passenger: “An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?”

    Cabbie: “Well… I never actually met Frank. You see, several years ago Frank died, and I married his fucking wife.”