I cannot decide…
Joe Arpaio is the Sheriff of Maricopa County, Arizona.
Maricopa County (/ˌmærɨˈkoʊpə/marr-i-koh-pə) is a county located in the south-central part of the U.S. state of Arizona. As of the 2010 census, its population was 3,817,117, the most populous in the state, and ranks fourth among the nation’s counties and is greater than the population of 23 states. Maricopa County is also one of the largest counties in the United States by area having a land area greater than that of seven states. (Wikipedia)
Sheriff Arpaio has been Sheriff since 1992, having been elected for 4 – 4 year terms, thus far. He is 81 years old. He is the Chief Law Enforcement Officer of the County. (CLEO)
(from A Geek with Guns…)
Do you love your country? Maricopa County Sheriff Joe Arpaio does. In fact he loves his country so much that he’s punishing all nonbelievers in his prisons:
Arpaio said he has implemented an American flag campaign in his jails.
Each cell is getting a sticker of an American flag. Any inmate who vandalizes the flag will be punished with the restricted diet.
In keeping with the patriotic theme, Arpaio has ordered that the playing of God Bless America and the National Anthem be done daily in every jail facility over the public address system and for all the inmates, regardless of national origin, to hear and sing-a-long.
Now I am a patriotic American. I vote, pay attention to civic affairs, and sing along The Star-Spangled Banner when appropriate. Because I CHOOSE too! (And sometimes, I cry when so doing). I’ve no problem with having American Flags in jails, nor with playing The National Anthem for the inmates.
Now Sheriff Arpaio’s forcing patriotism on those under his administration, to me, smacks of Soviet Russia and/or Nazi Germany. Any foreign visitor to this country would be respectful of our nation’s flag and anthem. (I hope.)
Are the inmates being forced to stand, directly or through intimidation? THIS is the question I have. Sheriff Arpaio has done some good things, but these have been counter-acted by the many lawsuits for abuse and deaths while in his custody. And his going over budget, constantly.
And, he’s in constant trouble by opening his mouth! He’s currently being monitored by a federal ‘civil rights’ attorney!
We need a strong law and order guy at the helm of the county, tempered with knowledge of the Bill of Rights, and the Freedoms being protected. Not this guy.
PS – as to mindset – he’s retired D.E.A.!
Murphy’s Law recently posted a fine piece about Rep. Carolyn McCarthy, her history of massive attempts to violate the rights of legal gun owners, and her mind set.
Distilled down, this is all about personal responsibility.
Now I have a number of health ‘issues’. Chronic conditions requiring regular monitoring by physicians and prescription medications for blood pressure, cholesterol, blood sugar regulation and arthritic/neuropathic pain. My weight is not within the CDC guidelines. I consume too much fat, protein, carbohydrates and volume. Probably too much alcohol. Because of my ‘issues’, I get minimal exercise. And I’ve an aversion to tofu and most cooked vegetables. And don’t eat as much salad as I should.
Now, if I get more sick, or when I die, I’ve no expectations of suing beef, cheese, pork, egg, sugar, booze and bread manufacturers because it’s their fault! That’s asinine!
I’m certainly not the poster boy for always owning up for my errors-in-judgement, but I’m trying.
Murphy’s Law is right. Rep. McCarthy is the poster child for the ‘it’s their fault, they need to pay’ mindset.
I hope I never get THAT sick!
WideShut, a British blog, enlightened me to what folks are thinking about in Merry-Ol’-England…
Specifically, Should 16 Year Olds Get The Vote?
Apparently, in the former Great Britain, one is allowed to drive, have consensual sex, join the army and get married. All at 16. Hopefully, not all in the same week. (Nothing was said about signing contracts.)
Much like the old tale, I remember being 16 and thinking my parents were idiots. At 22, I couldn’t believe how much they had learned in 6 years! And the older I get (61 is looming!) the older I think people should be to be able to marry, sign contracts, drive, have consensual sex, and yes, VOTE.
I fear, like so many of the ‘wonderful’ ideas
exported infected into the East Coast of the United States from England – ‘free’ health care, anglo-centric Islamofascism, gun control – that this, too will take hold and arrive on these shores. Complete with a host of other ‘new’ concepts which will be patently un-American, politically-correct and irresponsible to be foisted upon our republican Society.
As I’m fond of saying, “Didn’t we fight a war to get away from these @$$#0les?”
(from The San Antonio Express News, courtesy of Live from the Alamo)
We have advocated in the past for universal background checks and an assault weapon ban. Incompatible with the Second Amendment? Not if the concept of “guns in the wrong hands” has any meaning.
I had a thought upon reading this. What if we promoted universal background checks for anyone who wished to establish religion and freely exercise it, or speak freely, or publish, or peaceably assemble or petition the government for redress of grievances? And ban certain kinds of rapid dissemination of published material. Incompatible with the First Amendment?
After all, isn’t there a concept of “words in the wrong hands”?
How far do you think we’d get? Questioning the inviolability of The First Amendment? We’d be tarred and feathered and pilloried and spat upon and run out of town on a rail. Then hanged, drawn and quartered and the pieces arrested!
Of course there are “common sense” controls on The First Amendment! Laws against libel/slander, inciting riots, yelling fire in a crowded theatre. And there already are “common sense” controls on The Second Amendment. Laws against armed robbery, armed rape, armed mayhem, armed murder.
Mr, President, Mr. Blumberg, and Mr. King – leave me and my rights alone! If I do something wrong, arrest me.
(NO, not the underrated Stanley Kramer film with Dick Van Dyke in a non-comedic role!)
I should have said, “Sometimes, the cripple falls – and food is less than perfect!”
A few days ago, J. left for California to assist her older sister who had just lost her husband. This left me again in the role of Dog Wrangler, and caretaker of the homestead. I’m okay with that.
Now, I’m a pretty self-sufficient guy, considering I’m on minimal disability and have some physical ‘issues’. Long time readers remember ‘Ed’, aka the really big shoe, which helps me to walk, unquasimodo-like (?)
Most of the time. Once in a great while, it doesn’t. Thursday, I just came in the front door when my right ankle turned and my 3 1/8″ built-up shoe went sideways. And I went down.
Now, normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal, as my roommate would be there to assist. But, she’s assisting her sister in California. and the three amigos (chihuahuas) don’t have the muscles or skills to block-and tackle me back to vertical. It would be like mice building the pyramids!
So, it took a bit for me to get up. Inventory bones and joints to make certain nothing is sprained or broken – CHECK! Pull myself over to the stair landing (next-to which I’d conveniently fallen) to get a purchase, and VIOLA’!
Some bruising and minor abrasions, muscle pain, and EVERYTHING hurt. More than usual.
Thank the gods for ibuprofen! And a short nap. After all, walking in the door takes great effort. So much for the plans I had to vacuum and dust on Thursday! (Hooray!)
About an hour later, I awakened to a telephone call from a good friend in Chicago. This reminded me of yet another task I had on my list. PORTILLOS recently opened just a few miles away!
For the uninitiated, Portillos is a famous Chicago Hot Dog chain. Visions of Chicago beef, hot dogs and Polish sausages went through my addled brain. I’d not had a good red hot in some months! Hmmm…..
SO, bent, but unbroken, I made my way to the car, and found out some additional muscles used for ingress and egress of said vehicle were also involved in my fall. Ouch! Nothing serious, though. And off to Portillos!
What a place!. Think Arnold’s from TV’s Happy Days on steroids. Clean, well organized, busy. At 2:00 in the afternoon! Glad I didn’t come for dinner on a Saturday!
Quick, efficient service. Good looking food. BUT lukewarm.
It was still tasty, but would have been 75% better in my estimation had the Polish been steaming hot and fries as well. And if the poppy-seeded bun didn’t look as it I’d fallen on it! The malt was excellent, chocolaty and malty. And cold. At least they were consistent, temperature-wise!
I do plan on going back, to try the onion rings, and maybe the Italian beef. But Yelp will get my opinion, one way or another.
Perhaps I’ll clean house Friday (having written the draft Thursday)…
PS – It’s Sunday, still haven’t cleaned! :-)
FTC – get your own Chi-town food. I paid for mine.
In 1972 P.P.S. (pre-Police State) my libertarian/anarchistic friends and I used to wax rhapsodic with regard to going ‘off the grid’, that is, if not actually living off-the-grid, having access to one or more alternative identities and addresses, just in case things got bad in the real world. This came from watching too many spy movies and TV shows.
Of course, things are currently much worse than we ever dreamt in our worst nightmares.
In addition to getting (and renewing) State-issued driver licenses and passports, we though of birth certificates and credit cards, in the alternative identities.
We dreamt a lot.
Not that we were anticipating committing any felonies (in the early 70s, false identities usually were misdemeanors) but we had a healthy respect for the ever-encroaching power of government. This was a just-in-case sort of thing.
But, we were young, and mostly stupid, and didn’t have the financial means to accomplish this. And didn’t want to even commit misdemeanors.
Borepatch recently enlightened us about yet another chink in our alternative identity armor. It seems the ubiquitous mail drop (public or private postal box address) has become more difficult to obtain, maintain and acquire, without giving one’s life away.
Seems the almighty government doesn’t like persons with truly private addresses…
I’m certain the smugglers, drug dealers and thieves who also utilize such services are obeying the law, much as the users of stolen firearms get all their proper documentation ducks in a row. So, this added level of bureaucratic nonsense is about protecting us.
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
Above is the First Amendment of the United States Constitution. It is alleged to protect ‘freedom of speech’ and other freedoms.
I recently posted about the 19 hotshot firefighters who lost their lives fighting a fire in Northern Arizona. A tragic, horrible loss to the families, the community and the profession.
Their funerals were last week.
The Westboro Baptist Church reported they planned to protest the funeral processions. They seem to show up at every public tragedy, pleading their case that God is killing us because as a Nation we don’t ban same-sex marriage.
One of my regular readers posted a comment hoping they get their asses kicked.
While I find their interpretation of the Bible to be vile and repugnant, there are larger questions.
How is a congregation of reportedly 50 people able to continually travel the Nation, spreading their intolerance and hate? Where is their funding coming from?
And there is another question. Do the folks who wish these folks ill have the same feelings about the Occupy Wall Street protestors? You know, the ones who caused thousands of dollars damage in dozens of cities and defecated on police patrol cars? And were rapists and drug abusers? How about the Tea Party?
Or the folks peacefully protesting the Zimmerman verdict? (As for the violent ones, there are laws…)
The point of this post is not to single out the Westboro folks, or my one commenter. It’s to make a point.
The First Amendment, like the other nine, was designed not just to reaffirm our rights as individual citizens with whom we agree. It’s to reaffirm the rights of the vile, the putrid, the disgusting – people we wouldn’t let into our town if we had the choice.
The putrid have a right to their opinion, as long as they don’t violate any laws in so expressing it. Wishing them violence is akin to Spike Lee wishing Charlton Heston was shot with a .44 Special revolver, like Son of Sam used. Mr. Lee did just that. He had an opinion.
Opinions are like @$$holes. Everyone has one. I would smile if the Westboro folks were convinced violently to leave the funeral processions. Or if something nasty happened to Spike Lee.
But that wouldn’t be right, either the violence or my smile.
I’ve posted before regarding my soul-crushing history working as a credit card fraud investigator for TMCCC. There was a small light of something which could be thought of as positive in that track, though.
It came to us as Philip Crosby’s Total Quality Management. One night it sneaked in on little cat feet, and the corporate environment was different, and better.
For a while.
Crosby’s four absolutes are:
- We define quality as adherence to requirements
- Prevention is the best way to ensure quality
- Zero Defects (mistakes) is the performance standard for quality
- Quality is measured by the price of nonconformity
- Attain total commitment from management
- Form a quality improvement team
- Create metrics for each quality improvement activity
- Determine cost of quality and show how improvement will contribute to gains
- Train supervisors appropriately
- Encourage employees to fix defects and keep issues logs
- Create a zero-defects committee
- Ensure that employees and supervisors understand the steps to quality
- Demonstrate your company’s commitment by holding a zero defects day
- Goals are set on 30, 60, or 90 day schedule
- Determine root causes of errors, remove them from processes
- Create incentives programs for employees
- Create a quality council and hold regular meetings
- Repeat from step one
Part of this process was to make certain our goals were meaningful and achievable. And we had input into setting those goals. Our performance evaluations and raises changed upward, dramatically.
Eventually though, upper management changed, and made the decision to stop the TQM environment. Without making a big fanfare to the affected peons. Suddenly, we went back to square one.
A ‘rising star’, who had recently been promoted to the corporate office (she was blond and cute, but an airhead) ran into me in the hallway. I asked her (with regard to this latest reversal back to unrealistic standards, etc.)
I said, “What about Quality?”
Her answer (with a straight, misunderstanding face), “Oh! We don’t do that anymore.”
(Michael Corleone – Godfather III)
Siddhartha reminded me (by commenting on recent post) about the seduction of certain foods and chemicals. Drugs – certainly.
Coffee – the low end of the speed spectrum, I grant you – George Carlin
Some years back, I was on a ‘health food’ regimen. The specifics aren’t important, but one of the many things I denied myself (after years of thoroughly enjoying it) was caffeine.
Withdrawal was, what’s the quaint phrase? Hell-On-Wheels.
But after about six week of withdrawing from pretty much everything I liked, I suddenly awakened feeling better. And speaking of awakening, I slept like a rock, no interruptions, and awakened refreshed and energized!
This was not the insomnia-ridden, no-bladder-control, wake up tired experience I was used to!
And it was marvelous. For a few years.
But, all good things must come to an end. One of the things I’d NOT denied myself was television. And with television came commercials. With all her sexy, image-laden taunts of cheeseburgers, doughnuts, steak, ribs, french fries, and pizza. And most importantly coffee and soda.
And soon I had another troop of chemically-laden, empty-caloried monkeys on my back! Caffeine (and other things) in all her glory.
I’ve been thinking about giving it up again. At least the caffeine. Certainly all the diet soda I consume cannot be healthy for me. (Not to mention the chemicals).
But, not today!
God give me chastity. But don’t give it yet – Saint Augustine
(Now, seriously – where else will you see images of The Godfather and St. Augustine in the same essay?)
Or rather two of them…
Yesterday, I had a usual scheduled doctor follow-up appointment (having chronic conditions, and all). It went generally well, but, afterward, I had more pain than I usually get, and it continued throughout the day.
Even after application of the ‘extra-special’ meds!
So, I’m running some errands last night, and AGAIN, my SES (Service-Engine-Soon) light comes on! Since I know very little about auto mechanics, that always scares me. I do know it could mean my gas cap isn’t tight enough or my engine is getting ready to fall out.
Today, I’m going in for an oil change. Not me, the car. Hopefully, that will happen quickly, ‘they’ can check the SES light meaning and it can be fixed tuit suite cheaply. We’ll see.
“The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft a-gley.–Robert Burns* (To a Field Mouse)”
A Bobbie Burns day.
*Robert Burns – the poet laureate of Scotland
Addendum – Whole thing took about 45 minutes. Oil changed, fluids topped. Windshield cleaned. SES light decoded. Came back to an air injection malf (pollution control), and cam sensor (may need alignment or replacement)
She’s an old car and there are oil leaks – could be affecting the sensor, too!
No repair today, cannot afford it. But, she runs – next the emissions/registration thing. Not today.
Cudos to Oasis Auto Center (who gives me nothing but great, fair service, FTC!) $22.62 for everything!