Saturday, June 21, 2008

Get up. Make coffee. Ruh roh!

Alex Chaney should have called it good after making the coffee.

BUT HE DIDN'T, say federal marshals, and that's where a common expression -- "screwed the pooch" -- reportedly turned into something more in a Baton Rouge back yard. Unfortunately for Chaney, and fortunately for Fifi, they weren't, uh . . . alone.
A team of U.S. marshals had surrounded the house at 9425 Tracy Ave. to ensure that Alex Chaney could not escape while they attempted to serve him with a warrant for failure to register as a sex offender, the affidavit says.

Chaney, clad in only a white T-shirt and black slippers, was standing in front of a chair where a brown and white dog was standing, the affidavit says. Marshals observed Chaney try to penetrate the dog several different ways.

The marshals alerted Chaney to their presence and asked him to meet them at the front of the house, the affidavit says. East Baton Rouge Sheriff’s Deputies were called out to arrest Chaney.

In his statement to deputies, Chaney said that he woke up that morning with the urge to have sex. He then made himself a cup of coffee before going into the backyard, where he began to think about having sex with animals. He then sat one of his dogs on a chair and attempted to have sex with her.

Chaney was arrested and booked on a count of crimes against nature, booking documents show. Bond was set at $80,000.

East Baton Rouge Parish Animal Control came out and took custody of the four dogs found at the residence, director Hilton Cole said.
LOUISIANA . . . it's just different down there. And some folks are more different than others.

That's why God invented jail. And California.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hrm. Let's consider a little thing this writer likes to call "the rhetorical occasion," or at least the part of it that covers PURPOSE. Many of your BR-related postings have a clear and productive one, something about spurring civic involvement and change...this one falls more into the "perpetuate stereotypes." Not so productive, in my opinion.

Honestly, I'll bet that if I had the time and inclination (which, perhaps fortunately for both of us, I don't), I could find an article about bestiality from every state. From every city, even. To imply that it only happens in BR (and California?) is just silly, and this posting appears to have the sole purpose of evoking a cheap, awkward laugh.

If you need something to mock (and it appears that you very much do), mock the Advocate for giving the story more than a couple of perfunctory lines.