Murphy’s Law advises us…
The City of Ferguson, MO, so recently destroyed by local savages and outside leftist agitators, is putting up a permanent memorial to homegrown thug Michael Brown, famous for robbing a store than attacking a police officer and getting shot in the process.
Michael Brown Gets Memorial Plaque In Ferguson
Yeah, he deserves a memorial plaque like Michael Jackson deserves to have a daycare center named after him. This is nothing but a blatant attempt by city officials to appease the Usual Suspects and if I were a taxpayer in Ferguson–assuming that there still are any there–I’d be incensed and make it my goal to vote each and every one of those cowards and spendthrifts right out of office.
The plaque will replace a garbage pile of empty liquor bottles and moldy stuffed animals that other losers have left behind as a “tribute” to this goon who, as far as I can tell, never did anything good for anyone other than possibly the local dope dealers.
There is more at the link.
How sad that a whole hyphenated community seeks to honor a street thug whose final act was to try to disarm and kill a law enforcement officer.
They are blind who will not see.
This, of course, doesn’t ignore the abuses of police nationwide.
who shot up attempted to shoot up wounded a cop and became DRT* had lived and worked in Arizona.
One reportedly owned a pizza shop. The other was on probation. Somehow, they obtained a firearm and went to Texas to attempt to decimate the free speech of folks making fun of Mohammad.
fascinated annoyed by folks who come here or choose to live here, but don’t understand basic tenets of the Republic, like Free Speech.
If you don’t want to see cartoons making fun of your religious founder, go live in Saudi Arabia. I’m certain the State there doesn’t allow such fall-de-ral!
I remember one of the clowns who flew the planes into the Twin Towers lived here (right across from my former workplace TMCCC!) and went to flight school here.
It not Arizona’s fault. We just happen to be a somewhat-free venue.
A paradox, for sure.
Remember the ‘cop-killer’ bullets that could penetrate a skip loader, but not a double-layer of ballistic vests in Lethal Weapon (Some-number)?
People believe this S***!
Fast forward to this:
Threaten to throw you off an 18th floor balcony
After a few hours of this, which involved an attempt to lure one of Cascioli’s suppliers to his building, the officers focused on Cascioli’s Palm Pilot, which they (correctly) believed contained the information they wanted. But Cascioli wouldn’t provide the password. He claims that police then tried to extract the password through intimidation.
Cascioli says [Officer Thomas] Liciardello asked him a question: “Have you ever seen Training Day?”
When Cascioli said yes, Cascioli says Liciardello looked him in the eyes and said: “This is Training Day for f—ing real,” and then instructed officers Norman and Jeffrey Walker to take him to the balcony.
According to Cascioli and the indictment, Liciardello told them to “do whatever they had to do to get the password.”
Out on the balcony, Cascioli says officers Norman and Walker lifted him up by each arm and leaned him over the balcony railing.
One of the cops involved has confirmed the story.
And the police (whom I generally admire) wonder why people continue to call them Gestapo and such. Even if 99 police officers follow their department policies to the letter, it only takes ONE STORY like this to sour the opinion for all.
Especially in the minority community, wherein people view cops as The Man, The Establishment.
Of course, media reportage regarding cops shooting, beating, tazing, torturing, and generally abusing minority suspects doesn’t help either!
PS – the story previously reported here regarding Freddy Gray having had recent back surgery (prior to his death in Baltimore Police custody) has allegedly been refuted. What about subsequent reports about him injuring himself after his arrest to claim brutality? Bueller? Bueller?
This just in (0754 MST) – Gray death ruled a homicide – police to be charged (Fox News)
EXCLUSIVE: The Fourth Estate has learned that Freddy Gray’s life-ending injuries to his spine may have possibly been the result of spinal and neck surgery that he allegedly received a week before he was arrested, not from rough excessively rough treatment or abuse from police.
The Fourth Estate has contacted sources who allege that Freddy Gray received spinal and neck surgery a week before we was arrested, and was allegedly receiving a large structured settlement from Allstate Insurance. The surgery is allegedly related to a car accident in which Gray was involved.Sources allege that Gray also attempted to refinance his structured settlement into one lump sum payment through Peachtree Funding.
If this is true, then it is possible that Gray’s spinal injury resulting from his encounter with the Baltimore Police was not the result of rough-handling or abuse, but rather a freak accident that occurred when Gray should have been at home resting, not selling drugs.
Not that obtaining and acting on FACTS has anything to do with the destruction and blackmail of the
protesters violent criminal thieves who are holding Baltimore hostage!
I’m all about protest – it’s a fine American tradition. But arson, criminal damage, assault and burglary aren’t exactly a good way to convey the message you think the authorities acted inappropriately.
I’m also guessing the violent criminal thieves also don’t understand irony…
“Thank goodness,” UNC senior Thomas Rees said. “But it’s there for protection.”
Rees keeps a small Smith & Wesson 9 mm pistol and a large Mossberg 88 shotgun in his off-campus apartment in Chapel Hill. On Tuesday afternoon, before bringing his firearms outside, Rees went into a back room and — with a click that accompanies guns being cocked — removed the ammunition from the guns’ chambers.
Sensible people with concealed carry permits should be able to take their guns on campus, he said.
“The bad guys would catch on and realize they can’t just rape or mug or murder whoever they want,” he said. “They’d know a lot of people have firearms, and they’re going to fight back.”
A North Carolina law passed in 2013 allowing concealed carry permit owners to bring guns on public college campuses — as long as they were stored in closed compartments in locked cars. Nationwide, there has been a push to allow guns more liberally on campuses.
And now there’s a new argument; they’ll help curb sexual violence.
The plan was to send my daughter off to college with all the tools necessary to survive and flourish. Including the ability to balance a checkbook, cook, and use a defensive firearm. Unfortunately, I never got the chance to implement it.
The mindset of the promoters of ubiquitous defenseless persons continues to amaze me. I truly don’t know what else to say.
h/t Brock Townsend
Well, here it is April 12 , and, I’ve not yet completed my taxes!
The truth is, I completed them last night!
Down-to-the-wire, true, but not on the 15th!
Of course, being on disability, with no other real income, it’s pretty simple.
And, since 2010, I’ve not gotten much money back.
(Many people dis Arizona for many things, but, if you don’t make enough to pay taxes, AZ does give you $25 to play with!)
Of course, E-filing was $21.99 !
A quick $3.01 ! WOO-HOO!
What happened to Red Jacket Firearms?
As I was in Louisiana apart of a road trip this past week, I decided to check into Red Jacket Firearms, just because they happened to be within the vicinity of where I was staying in Amite. I was curious on account of two reasons. One, I wanted to know more about what happened to them after their departure from the mainstream media because of Will Hayden’s sexual assault charges. And two, were they really all up to all the hype and talk that they have generated so much of while they were famous? The answers are varied. (Miles Vining @ The Firearm Blog)
I became a semi-regular viewer of Sons of Guns a couple years ago. And while much of ‘reality TV’ leaves me stupefied and bored, I did enjoy many of their exploits.
If the charges against Will Hayden prove to be true, it’s just a damn shame.
And he should meet all the punishment allowed by law.
Of course, if he is vindicated, his life is already ruined by the media attention.
President Obama promised us the the most transparent administration, ever.
Yeah, not so much.
I’ve been reading some news accounts proclaiming (at the time) that Obama would be so much better than President Bush at responding to Freedom of Information Act requests…
Then, I saw this:
White House office to delete its FOIA regulations
WASHINGTON — The White House is removing a federal regulation that subjects its Office of Administration to the Freedom of Information Act, making official a policy under Presidents Bush and Obama to reject requests for records to that office.
That pretty much states all you need, although it might behoove you to go to the link.
So Bush AND Obama – peas in a pod?
At least as far as openness is concerned.
Not that we believed Bush to be terrific, and Obama to be less than terrific…
What has happened to The Republic?
h/t Theo Spark, USA Today
(Truly, I cannot believe it’s been Twenty Years!)
There are things that are good to remember; things bad to remember; and things important to remember.
The crummy part of all this is sometimes my brain is not too good at discerning which is which, or what goes with what.
My character (being flawed and neurotic as it is) has a tendency to default to the bad.
A shrink, I’m certain, would say it’s all about low self esteem, negative messages from childhood, etc. The reasons don’t matter.
Twenty years ago, today was the accident in which our daughter Molly was killed.
I was driving – this makes me ultimately responsible, as I was The Dad. The Protector. The fact the other driver ran the red light while speeding is of no consequence.
I carry a sidearm. I’ve done so for 41 years. Long before I even met Molly’s mother, I chose to do whatever I could to protect myself and my family and friends. It’s a roll I haven’t taken lightly.
And I took my assignment as Protector even more seriously when I became a father. It’s what father’s are supposed to do!
We were making a left turn from 44th Street, East onto Thomas Road. A little after 1 PM. Going to Monkey Wards after an earlier visit to Famous Footwear @ 20th St. and Camelback. Saturday’s with 12 year old daughters meant shopping! The signal didn’t have a left turn arrow back then. It was just like in the movies – in the midst of completing the turn, I sensed something was wrong. Based on the estimated speed of the other car, we were pushed across the intersection in about one-tenth of a second.
And many lives changed forever.
I’ve no memory regarding what happened next. Nothing to recall on the witness stand months later. I was told I regained consciousness enough to give my estranged wife’s phone number to the ambulance guy, when I was asked if there was anyone he could call.
I had early drugged hospital memories of being on board a ship(!) Not enough consciousness to ask why I was on a ship. Turned out, with one (now re-inflated) collapsed lung and the other half filled with fluid, County Hospital had me on a pneumatic bed which kept hissing and rolling, to keep fluids from settling in my damaged lungs. Ribs pushed into a lung. Broken collar bone. Broken arm. Tube up the nose, and IV morphine/ativan drip.
My sister, wife and friends were there, being supportive and keeping loving watch as much as they could. Not wanting to answer the obvious question: Where was Molly?
In my few awake moments, I remember asking about the funeral, desperately wanting to be well enough to attend.
My wife was told Sunday morning there had not been any brain activity, and had the courage to disconnect life support. Had our roles been reversed, I don’t think I would have had the bravery. I am forever grateful to her for this. A number of folks benefited from her decision.
The funeral was that following Tuesday. I was largely unconscious in ICU at County for another two weeks.
Ultimately, after being moved to Good Sam, being given Tylenol in lieu of the morphine/ativan drip (!) and weeks in the regular hospital and rehab, I was able to walk and breathe again.
I was deeply depressed and pretty much just counting the days.
Until I could pay my respects.
That came weeks later.
I’ll say it again, as long as I take breath – Tell your family and friends you love them, right now!
Because you may never get another chance.
AND be an organ donor.
I try to remember the good times. The IMPORTANT ONES. It’s what has kept me alive for the past twenty years.
My thanks to all of you, family and friends, for holding me up, until I could stand on my own.
(Commentary has been turned off – I know how you all feel. Thanks, again.)
and don’t bother to come back another day! :-(
To be honest, pain is only part of the equation. Most of the problem is annoyance!
Yes, I have chronic diabetic neuropathy in my feet, legs and hands. Sometimes it’s barely noticeable; other times more so. And arthritis. I can usually tell how a given day will go, when I awaken pain free, and reflexively open and close my fists.
If doing so is relatively pain-free, then moving to exit the bed is predicted to be so, also!
This morning, I had pain upon awakening. While still horizontal. Before opening and closing my hands.
And my knees were throbbing.
My doc recently took me off an oral diabetes med, which is a good thing! (YEA!) But, she also restricted my intake of ibuprofen, not as good! I still take the bp and cholesterol meds.
Can’t have everything!
I just took three OTC IB pills – I used to take SIX, two or three times a day. This makes 9 pills in 6 weeks! Along with my prescription pain meds.
And, I get to go in to an outpatient clinic next month, get put unconscious and have them run a camera down my throat! To see if my esophagus has healed from earlier reflux damage.
Or if any cancer is present. (I’ve had both skin cancer and lymphoma – this could be the hat trick!)
And I’m on Medicare, so a 20% copay is required.
Which, on my disability, I do not have.
The future appears to hold pain, more doctor visits, and more bills.
I try to focus on others in my circle coping with much worse situations. Bob H., for example, who just lost the lower part of his left leg/foot, and will soon be fitted for a prosthesis.
Bob is doing well, particularly in his ATTITUDE!
THIS is why my crap is just an annoyance, and not a problem! :-)