Kevin Baker brings us the news…
News out of L.A. last week:
Eight Los Angeles police officers who opened fire on two women delivering newspapers in a pickup truck during the hunt for Christopher Dorner violated the LAPD’s policy on using deadly force, the department’s oversight body found Tuesday.
In making its ruling, the Police Commission followed the recommendation of LAPD Chief Charlie Beck, who faulted the officers for jumping to the conclusion that Dorner was in the truck. Beck said the officers compounded their mistake by shooting in one another’s direction with an unrestrained barrage of gunfire.
Reports made public Tuesday offered new details of the hours that led up to the shooting and how it erupted into a wild, one-sided firefight in which the officers fired shotguns and handguns more than 100 times. One woman was shot twice in the back; her daughter received superficial wounds.
A panel of high-ranking police officials that reviewed the shooting urged Beck to clear the officers of wrongdoing, according to several sources who requested anonymity because they were not authorized to speak publicly about the case.
Violated policy. POLICY. How about LAW? Common sense? Decency?
So, thirty days without donuts, or do they get a six-week paid vacation (suspension with pay)?
For those who don’t remember, L.A.P.D. has a history of being full of corrupt, mob-ridden, political creatures. Chief Parker decided to take the Hollywood approach, and use P.R. to shine the agencies image. TV shows like Dragnet and Adam-12 were the result.
All this while the Hat Squad was operating behind the scenes.
For Hollywood’s take on this, go watch Mullholland Falls and L.A. Confidential.
Rollo Tomasi, indeed!
Mostly Cajun, All American and Opinionated reminded us of this, with this almanac entry:
1941 – Charles Lindbergh testifies before the U.S. Congress and recommends that the United States negotiate a neutrality pact with Adolf Hitler. Just because you’re famous for being good at one thing doesn’t mean you’re smart about everything…
Are you listening Bill Maher, Susan Sarandon, Sean Penn, Danny Glover, Steven Spielberg, Morgan Freeman, George Clooney, Will Smith, Oprah Winfrey et al.
YES, they have a right to an opinion!
Even if it’s wrong, or misinformed.
And, don’t get me wrong. Just because I like someone’s film or stage performance (or think they’re hot or cool) doesn’t mean I think their opinion about politics or restriction of MY RIGHTS holds water!
Whenever I have posted too many serious posts in the past, I remedied doing so by posting a few guffaws, e.g. jokes, cartoons and funny pictures. To lighten the mood.
AND, because it’s MY BLOG!
Again, I’ve posted a litany of serious posts, mostly regarding governmental abuses. And it’s got me down. But, instead of guffaws, I decided to invoke Rule 5*, instead:
SIX of my favorite women! SO many choices…sigh.
*Rule #5 Post – Celebrating Women
Per my daily almanac, today is the birthday in 1915 of Ol’ Blue Eyes himself, Frank Sinatra.
Whether or not you love or hate the guy, his music, his style, and his connections made him a force to reckon with in both the entertainment industry and politics. My high school choral teacher said he had the best phrasing, except for the whole “do be do be do” thing.
He came from nowhere, got ‘connected’, and the Mob allegedly paid girls to scream when he first performed live. He went to Hollywood, and it was thought his career had tanked. Then, he showed he could act. And he was renewed.
He was friends with mob guys like Sam Giancana, politicians like Jack Kennedy, and beauties like Marilyn Monroe. After Bogie passed away in 1957, he assumed chairmanship of The Rat Pack – a group of cool dudes including a black guy, Sammy Davis, Jr. This integration was unheard of in 50′s Hollywood.
He was a loyal friend. When Sammy got in trouble with the IRS, he didn’t tell the guys. Frank found out and called him, and asked, “How much are you in for?” $15 million was the reply. “I’ll write you a check.” said Frank.
He passed in 1998. Way too soon for my taste.
He did it his way.
(at least as far as person born the same day having similar personality traits…)
November 2, Birthdays
1734 Daniel Boone frontiersman/explorer (US Hall of Fame-1915)
1755 Marie-Antoinette Queen of France, let them eat cake
1913 Burt Lancaster NYC, actor (From Here to Eternity, Elmer Gantry)
1938 Patrick Buchanan conservative political columnist
1961 k.d. lang country singer (& the Reclines-Absolute Torch & Twang)
h/t Today in History
OldNFO posted this yesterday (I’m certain with forethought of today).
His point was we might have won some battles, but may ultimately lose the war because of the lack of proper education of the young, who will eventually inherit this mess.
Regardless of the undertone of the message, I post it today to honor the memory of a great man, who grew in his lifetime from a proponent of gun control to become the President of the National Rifle Association.
Watch and listen. Remember and learn. Thank you, Mr. Heston, for all you did. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
OldNFO, NRA News
Someone with way too much time on their hands (and a computer) took the images of all the movie James Bonds and made a composite, mega-Bond:
To see how they did it, click on the photo for the evolution.
(courtesy of Mental Floss)
3. Not only did Bradbury never get a driver’s license, he didn’t believe in cars for anyone. His own personal aversion came from seeing a fatal car accident when he was just 16. In 1996, he told Playboy, “I saw six people die horribly in an accident. I walked home holding on to walls and trees. It took me months to begin to function again. So I don’t drive. But whether I drive or not is irrelevant. The automobile is the most dangerous weapon in our society—cars kill more than wars do.”
I remember Ray Bradbury fondly for Twilight Zone’s I Sing The Body Electric, and Alfred Hitchcock Hour’s The Jar. Of course, I AM a child of television. He and Isaac Asimov and Robert Heinlein are my Sci-Fi triumvirate.
Bradbury didn’t fly, either – he took trains.
Some years back, when I was (somewhat) gainfully employed @ TMCCC, and part-time less-gainfully employed at my favorite firearms emporium (part-time), I was tempted with a ‘modified’ gun.
Not illegal, but, ‘customized’, fitting a specific taste. And documentation identifying the previous owner who had requested the customization.
She was a Colt 70 Series, Commander, .45 caliber, blue, good cosmetically. With the grip frame gunsmith-
modified to Officer’s Model length!! Talk about made for concealment!
This was long before manufacturer’s began mass-producing such a thing. The only initial caveat was she needed an ambi-safety (I’m left handed). Easily done.
She had Pachmayr stocks, and it was ‘suggested’ (pretty much demanded) by the shop staff, smith, and hanger’s on that ‘we’ remove said stocks to see the internal machining. Because one never knows…
Good thing we did.
She appeared as though someone had chopped off the base of the grip frame with a hack saw (after a few beers), and then added many unnecessary tool marks whilst shaping the internals and the mechanism.
In short, a messed-up piece of hardware. So, I declined.
In hindsight, she probably wouldn’t have been shot much, and would have become a safe queen, destined to be stolen with the rest of the collection and the safe a couple years later. Sigh.
Documents indicated she had been previous owned by one Carlos Estevez, who had been branded with a domestic disturbance charge. Federal law determined he must divest his ownership of all firearms as a result. The shop acquired a number of his for sale.
He even looks like a jerk!
I first saw The Avengers (the Patrick McNee BBC vehicle, not the comic books or movies) in the mid 60s, about the same time I hit puberty.
She didn’t have a huge top, nor was she actually skilled in the use of firearms, judo and karate. But, my hormones didn’t care. Here was a smart, sexy woman, dressed every-so-often in a black (or blue, or some other color) leather catsuit.
And I’ve been hooked ever since.
Not just she, but all her descendants and antecedents – because there were some predecessors I’d not seen prior, or hadn’t noticed because puberty hadn’t yet hit.
Honor Blackman (who played her predecessor on the British-only Avengers) played Pussy Galore in Goldfinger, at times in a catsuit. Of course there was Honey West, Catwoman, and a whole bevvy of slinky women in catsuits since.
And they keep showing up! The cat burglar who replaces the broken.missing valuables in the insurance TV commercial being the most recent.
It seems SEX sells.