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Wednesday, December 23, 2015

The Hidden Illegitimate Child

Cops may have a different opinion of homelessness than the public. Let me explain the cop side. I believe there is a profound difference between the homeless and transients. You could break down homeless persons into additional categories as well such as those who are truly riddled with unfortunate times versus those who live in that state by choice.

Transients are on the way other side of this spectrum. Transients are drifters, travelers, and panderers. These folks can be very dangerous. Some are actually wealthy and prey on people generosity and vulnerability. Most of these come in and out of town and often times have criminal history and can be dangerous, thieves,  or con artists. Several bloody homicides in Casper were committed by transients over the years.

Several homeless persons have mental illnesses or suffer from some sort of serious mental disorder. I have encountered many schizophrenics who have no way of getting help. Those are the sad cases since the deregulation of the mental wards and services. Families have deserted them as well. So many of them are vets. They self medicate.

Also a large number of transients are criminals floating through states where they can't be extradited for their crimes. And still, some are local homeless persons the cops see every day, usually drunk or stoned, living under bridges or near waterways. Usually the local ones seemed to appear mostly docile, just choosing to be in the homeless state and having no responsibilities, no desire to carry on a productive life.



The governments-local and state- have set up a shit ton of services for these social matters. And they are necessary. We still need a better system. Health care, shelters, woman and children centers, vocational therapy, etc. And jail. Yep. Homeless people go to jail often. Why? Because when they are intoxicated or get permanently kicked out shelters in the freezing winter...they go to jail for their own safety and the public's safety.

I don't give them money. I have given them blankets, shoes, and taken them meals. I have given them rides and even done some bang up negotiating with shelters to take them when they have been refused.

If someone has lost everything due to economic reasons and really are in dire straits, that is where my heart goes and my hands. You will see me arranging food baskets, doing Toys for Tots, or volunteering somewhere through my church or the local foundations.

I know. I am jaded. I think 99% of cops feel this same way. I don't think of it as pessimistic. It is realism. No rose colored glasses. I do have a heart and I do feel there are several very sad stories and cases. But my approach is often on the side of caution first.  I've seen the back story and the inside of this social problem. It isn't pretty. It doesn't have a happy ending.

Blessings To You

I'm just going to leave this right here...

God never gives someone a gift they are not capable of receiving. If he gives us the gift of Christmas, it is because we all have the ability to understand and receive it.

Have a very Merry Christmas! Lots of love sent to you from The Harry Potter House!

Monday, December 21, 2015

The Force Awakens: Only With Coffee

Bug and I were treated to the new Star Wars movie last night. We went with "others." Sounds Sci-Fi doesn't it?  I will give no spoilers, but it was very entertaining and brought up all the greatness of the original movies, then left an opening for another series. Booyah!

It is being celebrated as the largest money making blockbuster weekend. Duh. Who didn't figure that one.

She didn't understand it much. Yeah. I am a loser mother because I didn't force the FORCE on her. She never had an interest until now. I guess she will see the series in reverse.

It's been a long time since a movie has surged excitement and craze over a large mass. I think we as Americans still like the nostalgia of the old greats. When they make an addition like Star Wars with the brilliance of George Lucas...well, there you go. One thing they did do....they made the Storm Troopers a little smarter. They were unusually dumb in the first series. Still stupid, they carried on their same habits only with a little less rigid personalities.

And even at 73, Harrison Ford is still a hotty. Who doesn't adore Han Solo, right? He doesn't look like this anymore...but still. He has aged pretty well.

And he makes his home in Wyoming, so I feel I could call him Harry.  I suggest you get out there and see it. You aren't a Star Wars fan? I can't talk to you anymore. 

Excuse me while I go find my light saber. I set it down somewhere...

Yeah...I know...it should just come to me. Shhh. I am in training...




Sunday, December 20, 2015

Still Counting All The *******s In The Room

Well, Merry Christmas to me! I lost 23 blog readers/followers in one day. I wish they would give Blogger an exit interview so I could know what triggered them to leave. That's a lot. It's like someone played minesweeper on my site. Usually it is a drop or an add of one or two here and there. This was massadus exitus. Weird.

We need a little Volbeat to celebrate. Yes, it's inappropriate and rude.


Thanks for sticking around.

I'm pretty sure it's my spelling. For instance, let me take you back to 2011.

Things were shaking up at the House of PoPo whilst I was away.

The physical fitness test has been modified. Yes. It is still mandatory. Yes. It is still Olympic standards. However...the Chief took away the punitive part of the testing...no termination...and no flagging your jacket and disqualifying you for promotion or new assignments. Those are big deals. I'm somewhat relieved.

I think our department is about retention right now. We are losing veteran officers to other jobs...not other law enforcement agencies...but other careers all together.

Getting back in the swing of things has not been a very nice cup of tea for Fargo. It's like getting off the short bus with glee only to find yourself without your green helmet.

For instance, Squirrel pulled over a psycho.

Not only was he over 260 pounds, wearing plaid pajamas and sporting pink hair, but he was on top of his car jumping up and down like a monkey...and screaming.

Instead of getting my bitch on in 2.2...I just gawked in silence. Occasionally I would look back at Squirrel. He was giving me the gentle shoving signs to get my bitch on and show this guy that the PoPo were not going to allow this shenanigans.

Why? Why interfere? It was entertaining. I didn't want to stop the behavior. He was damaging his own property...so who cares! He was mad at himself for hitting a tree and it was late morning. Afterall, the whole neighborhood was getting a freak show free of charge!

Was I a failure as a public servant? Well, I surely didn't see it that way.

I decided to get the information from the other passengers and pass it along to Squirrel for his accident report. Information like name, address, date of birth, phone number, etc. After I was finished being the perfect little assistant backup Queen, I then gave him the paper:

SQUIRREL: What does this say? Janazapan?

ME: Jackson.

SQUIRREL: This is terrible. What happened to you?

OFFICER GUNCRAZY: What's wrong with her handwriting? I can read it.

ME: Yeah. Me, too.

SQUIRREL: What's this? Slobbermahanalink?

ME: Middle row backseat. Lincoln. Geesh.

OFFICER GUNCRAZY: I would have never complained. You can read mine, I can read yours.

ME: Thank you. That is why we work the same area and are partners. Harmony!

SQUIRREL: I think you lost your PoPo magic while you were gone. What is this? Willbdrivahanagan?

ME: William. Backseat behind driver.

OFFICER GUNCRAZY: I could read it perfectly.

SQUIRREL: This is terrible. Why don't you guys go work your magic on that dude with the pink hair?

OFFICER WOJO: This dude is nuts. Did you see the front of his car?

SQUIRREL: Yeah.

ME: George of the Jungle.

SQUIRREL/WOJO: *blink*blink*

ME/GUNCRAZY: Watch out for that tree!

ME: High five!

So GUNCRAZY and I reaffirmed we had not lost the magic aura we shared..working the same area... knowing how to mesh as area partners. We were in cop bliss...thinking on the same page.

SQUIRREL: [big sigh] Could you go help that crazy guy? I'm lost with him.

ME: Why? He will run out of steam. The average fat person can only last on crazy at full speed for two days and 2.5 hours. Then they peeter out.

SQUIRREL: *blink*blink*

OFFICER GUNCRAZY: It's true. Venting at Mach 7 is actually good for the brain waves and it later boosts creativity and reproduction.

*crickets*

And then it snowed. Life was perfect in Antartica again.

Friday, December 18, 2015

Camino Del Diablo: Book Review

Who can't get enough to read? Me, for one. Lately, I am a book junkie. I have even found myself reading uninterrupted which is indeed an unusual event at my very busy house. When I received Camino Del Diablo for review, I was already curious because I had done some "snooping" around on the Internet about the author. 




Naturally, the author, Jeremy De Concini is going to capture my attention. Why? He has to be a man of mystery. I mean, let's take a look at his background. Who doesn't want to sit down with a beer and discuss his life in law enforcement? Let me share with you a little of his story: 

"Jeremy DeConcini is an attorney and real estate broker who splits time between San Diego, CA and Tucson, AZ. A former Federal Agent in LA and San Diego, he worked primarily in undercover weapons smuggling and non-proliferation, as well as anti-terrorism and narcotics efforts for the US Department of Homeland Security."-Amazon Author's Page

Now that's some history right there. And granted he went to the "other side" by becoming an attorney, but I give that a pass. Eagerly, I sat down to read...

Jeremy DeConcini's Camino Del Diablo is a tangled web of political hot topics and current events such as immigration, environmental matters, corporate greed, danger, and action involving matters of the Colorado River. Ben Adams is a former FBI agent turned con due to being charged in an operation blunder. His character is a mix of a cynical man who is inherently good, but has many flaws.  His flaws are kind of irritating which makes him more believable. 

Of course, there is a woman in the mix. Jessica is intelligent and keeps Adams on his toes. Enter Geronimo, Ben's companion. I like Geronimo. He is of the furry variety. Those are the good guys. The book is plenty full of bad characters who are true to their form and deliver.

While Ben is being Ben and enjoying his casual life after prison, he meets Jessica. Adams stumbles across a mess which leads him into a sinister corporate scandal involving some heavy hitters. I don't really want to give it away but the plot could very well be truth in today's world. What is it all about? Greed. People. Money. Firearms are in there as well.

Water is the perfect camouflage. Everyone wants a piece of the America's water sheds. For what purpose? You will be surprised to find that it isn't the water, but maybe the land or maybe the water is hiding a form of conveyance. I know that doesn't make any sense, but it will. Dive in. 

There are some areas I had wanted more meat and potatoes-a little more details- and for DeConcini to go farther. I thought he had made it too simplified at those moments. It didn't make anything bad, it just made you wanting to pull more out of his very deep story line. 

Do I have your attention? Well, good. Go get it on Amazon. Put it in someone's stocking!

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Century Bob You Suck

I was invited.

It wasn't like I could get in without proper clearance due to the 3 sections of electronic entry points. It was like the NSA only different.

When the doors opened up, I was in AWE. It was a real live fancy police workout facility and not jail hand me downs or a very small room like I was used to back home. Not to knock our gym, because it improved greatly over the years, but was like kindergarten compared to this one.

So, I worked out. With cops. For free. I didn't have to go to jail nor get in a foot pursuit either. And it was all in a nice gym equipped with all the latest and greatest, large televisions, music, and a room for ground fighting and dummy hitting. Ok. Nice jump to conclusions there. I was NOT the dummy.

I ran the stairs with weights and as I did, I started to have flashbacks of Kirk racing up behind me at CPD back in 2010... yelling to "stop being a pussy" and "come on, Kathryn" and all that jazz. It was kind of creepy. It did cause me to do a couple more sets of flights. I was glad they only had four floors instead of 6.

The introduction to the dummy was quite...uh...blond, I might say. I also might say I stared at this man for a long time before bringing it to every one's attention. I had an angled view from a treadmill.

ME: Hey...in that room over there is a guy sitting on a bench naked. I can see his butt crack. Do you have a sauna or am I viewing the door open to the men's locker room? (clearly panic stricken and sweating about seeing the backside of a real live naked man)

COP 1: Uh. What are you looking at? The locker room is on the other side.

ME: (points at naked man)

COP 1:(laughs like I am a dumb blond)

ME: It isn't funny. It's uncomfortable. Does he not realize there is a girl in the gym?

COP 1: (still laughing) That is the dummy we use for boxing. Go in there. You will notice he is on a stick and is attached to a weighted base.

Yeah.
Century Bob boxing dummy-you can buy him on Amazon or check him out at local police training centers. He is an asshole. 


And then the world became really big and I transformed into an ant.

Charlie Brown Reflections


In recent days I have come to realize Charles Schulz was my father and I am Charlie Brown, the girl version. It is a revelation which has summed up my life in its entirety.

I have always over-analyzed everything my entire life. It is a fault and recently noticed by many. Speaking of the word "notice", notice the word is a sub-word of the word: "anal". That is a fact. It makes me an asshole.

As I see it, the perfect job for me is to sit in a big room with a bunch of cold cases, face deep in documents where my mind can't rest and I make lists, plans, and strategies to open an investigation.

Or staying up all night looking at the ceiling coming up with a plan for world peace.

Are those paying jobs?





Monday, December 7, 2015

Excuse Me, Do You Have a Moment?

What better way to start off a conversation than with a profound question? It seems to be the topic of the world these days. And today is the anniversary of the air attack on Pearl Harbor. Eric Foner, Columbia historian is well known for his work on the debate and how the meaning of freedom has changed over time. You can read a ditty about his work here. 

free·dom
ˈfrēdəm/
noun
  1. the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or restraint.
    "we do have some freedom of choice"

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Bling Bling and Some Serious Cop sTufF

Taking a timeout from the Internet woes of our nation...I thought I would share some of my serious side. The first piece deals with victims and advocacy. It's short. Possibly the start of a platform. Not much substance, but paints a small picture of what is to come in future posts. At least that was what was going through my mind.
Additionally, I have added these wonderful blinky pics to drive you insane and zap your mind of today's headlines. Thank me later. Especially after you see spots.

The second post is quite long and deals with some personal disclosures of my own. Please let me know in any comments below your discussion points, personal experiences, or differences you might have in opinions. Additionally additionally, what would you like to see me post from my serious side? Scan through criminaljusticedegree.com and click on blog posts by yours truly to see what has already been published.

It's like Christmas around here today, only hippy like. 

Yes, the nation is in a state of terror today. Be vigilant. Be alert. Don't be a buffoon. Peace out. 

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Mother Seuss

What happens when Dr. Seuss meets Mother Goose:


Hillary dillary dock
The shit is about to dock
The lies were a ton
The truth was no fun.
Hillary dillary dock.

One wish
two wish
three wish
four wish.

Squash the wish
Wash the wish
Lost the wish
Veto the wish.

This one cancelled from afar
Oh look a nice car
Say! What a lot
Of dreams there are

Yes! Some were new.
Some were old.
Some were progressive.
Oh what to do!

Why are some good and new and fun?
I do not ever have a clue
But I know they are all done.

Veto! Rewrites! Squish them like a bug.
I'm Hillary, dammit, actin' like a thug.

From there to here and from here to there
Trounce the common, handouts everywhere!

Monday, November 23, 2015

READ THE CONSTITUTION and then apply the "GASP TEST"

Sometimes I get sensory overload from news. I have to gaze or glance at multiple sources on either side to find "few" facts. Facts remain to be found. Or truth. Where is truth?

I think I know truth most times but I have no idea where to find it in news anymore. Will we ever know 100% truth? Ever? That's a good question. I have some doubts. Plus you throw in perspectives and whee! (roll, bounce) truth gets a little skewed. Local stations are supposed to be neutral and have sanctions against them if they go left or right. Not sure about that reliability either. I guess that is why this generation questions everything.



Today I found some articles interesting. Here are the quips I got from the various sources (now I am paraphrasing so don't hate the blogger):

1. Millenials favor socialism because they have never captured the feeling of the American Dream, make less than their parents do at that age, and have an astronomical debt from student loans. They also overemphasis equality at all levels. Does this mean everyone should make millions or live on the poverty level? (Ok. That was a Fargo joke)

This all stems from the after effects of the last recession as per the views of the writer. 

Geopolitics also shape their views such as looking at Norway and Sweden, thinking all socialists live in happy bliss and harmony. Studies show that as millenials climb the ladder of success, they start to think more conservative in their values. (*shudder* say it isn't so)


2. "Democrats are squishing free speech by over doing the PC policing in America." 

Ok. I have to help the unknowning peeps here because FREE SPEECH IS FREEDOM FROM UNWARRANTED PERSECUTION OR CENSORSHIP FROM YOUR GOVERNMENT. It has nothing to do with walking down the street talking to your neighbor or being at work or saying something to a group of people...UNLESS YOU ARE CENSORED OR JAILED OR RESTRAINED BY THE GOVERNMENT BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU SAID. Also...speaking out does not mean it doesn't come without consequences. So if Ethel Justice decides you suck or you offended someone and makes it go viral and people point at you or picket outside your home AND YOU WANT TO SUE FOR MONEY, it is not a violation of the First Amendment. ERG. This drives me crazy. Know your constitution. 




So...this is my perspective and interpretation of a right SHIFTED article is that the writer feels political correctness is endangering people's ability to feel free saying things without repercussions all the time, THUS, changing how we interact with each other and creating a lot of division. Whew. At least that is my interpretation. That we have gone so far one way to deter offensive language that we are making it ridiculous and then "offensive language" becomes overkill and division become the forefront. Just think...when I was a kid...almost anything went out your mouth (except cursing) without frownie faces.



Now things come out your mouth have to pass the "GASP TEST." In other words if the average, reasonable person would GASP IN HORROR because of what you are about to say...maybe rethink that and see if it is still OK to GASP or NOT OK to GASP with repercussions or frownie faces. Now I would agree in some sense that the open discussions have been squished and people don't FEEL free to express themselves as much or talk about hot topics. This makes me sad. Why? Because we need to talk about things in order to get better and not worry about being called a hater or a racist or a fascist.

I think we are entirely too sensitive. It makes me want to high five people in the face.

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Coffee With An Author

Traffic was really conjested with several cars slowing to a crawl as the snow fell on the roadway.  I felt sweat beading up on my forehead. Fretting about being tardy, I thought to myself, "How rude would that be?" It was a great honor just to have the coffee invite accepted by such a great author and award winning screenwriter. Perhaps the cafe had a roaring fire inside. I had requested my favorite table which was located close to the warm amber glow when it was lit. Mr. Whitehill would surely scold me if I was late. 

*record scratch*

Not really. I really just had coffee by myself. 

However, Robert Blake Whitehill, author of several great books including the Blackshaw series, graciously agreed to answer my questions which I think are quite exciting to share. I just finished Geronimo Hotshot. It's a great read and my favorite of the series thus far. 



Without further ado-here is what every Blackshaw fan wants to know. Enjoy! 


What inspired you for the story line in Geronimo Hotshot?

Devoted “Blackshaw Series” readers are always my most important inspiration. They demand a new Blackshaw mission every year now, and I would hate to disappoint them.  In the Geronimo Hotshot mission, I wanted to ramp up the level of conflict far above anything Blackshaw’s handled before, creating a central nexus where several very different factions are smashing together to create an explosive critical mass. Think of Tolkien’s chapters on “The Battle of the Five Armies” in The Hobbit. I wanted that feel of an embattled landscape and disparate cultures are ripped apart, but in our dimension, in our country, and not in Middle Earth.

Any coincidence your books are inclusive of current events and hot topics in law enforcement?

There is no coincidence that Blackshaw tilts at windmills built from the timbers of current events. Blackshaw is not some hyper-violent berserker, killing willy-nilly. He responds and reacts to things that are happening directly in front of him. Whether he is protecting his home from bloodthirsty, corrupt rogue operatives, like in Deadrise, or sabotaging a coup in South America, as in Nitro Express, or settling the hash of sadistic human traffickers running an on-line snuff site, like in Tap Rack Bang, or hunting down murderous White Supremacists, as in Geronimo Hotshot, there is always an aspect of today’s most poignant, grievous ills underpinning the story. These true-to-life tragedies might not always be found on the front page, above the fold, but they do haunt the inner pages of our times. Blackshaw stories are built around bad people causing big problems. Maybe as an author, I start out each mission acting as a clipping service for today’s troubles.

like how you include the real thought processes in police officers struggling with good and evil-i.e. the darkness issues. Tell me more about that and how you bring it into Blackshaw's character. 

Thank you so much Momma Fargo!  Snipers are keen observers. Mythic accuracy at shooting gets all the attention, but SEALs are often deployed for reconnaissance to gather intelligence before they ever put the crosshairs on a target.  They survey the area, and understand the battle space as much as possible, using a detective’s intellect to interpret input from all their five senses. So, let’s say I know a chapter conclusion that Blackshaw needs to reach for the plot to move forward. I begin with that, and then work backwards, thinking about all the clues that I can put into Blackshaw’s sphere for him to see that will lead him where I need him to arrive next. He has a high emotional IQ to complement his strategic awareness and tactical skills. Like the real life Sergeant York, and the late hero American Sniper, Chris Kyle, Blackshaw was raised as a rural hunter. A character with inspirational smarts and skills like this is unstoppable. He can read signs, spoor, clues, and human behavior to get to the next conclusion, just like a detective.


When you have to injure or kill off a character, what goes on in your mind while you are writing those story lines? Do you get emotionally attached to your characters? What decides their fate? (I know you do, but as the story develops...what's going on in the writer's mind?) Or do you think more so how the reader is going to be affected and how it develops plot twists?

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, at one point, killed off both Sherlock Holmes and his arch enemy, Professor Moriarty. He tossed them off a cliff into a massive waterfall! His audience was so pissed-off that after suffering a few years of reader invective, Conan Doyle resurrected his most famous character to unravel more cases. With that in mind, let me say that I injure and kill characters with great deliberation. One time, there was a character who was well and truly killed in an early draft of a story (I won’t say who, or when so please don’t ask.) When I showed the manuscript to trusted readers, I caught an incredible volume of flack about it. How could I do such a thing to such a beloved character? The anger, even the angry tears, they were quite persuasive, I’ll put it that way. It used to be that every character’s boo-boo, and every fatality used to serve my initial concept of a given story. Now, from the very first draft, I know to size up every character’s emotional value, and the impact of that character’s termination on a very real, profoundly invested readership. I respect my readers.  I serve them, and their rightful wish for emotional satisfaction, but I don’t baby anyone.

The thing is, I’m not Blackshaw’s pal, even though he is the focus of the series. I am really best buddies with every last one of his enemies. I conspire with them to make Blackshaw’s life a living hell. The more awful, grotesque, sadistic, calculating, and irrational Blackshaw’s opponents, the higher Blackshaw has to rise to defeat them. We might like a hero’s ways, but deep down, we revere him because of the unmitigated monstrosity of the enemies he destroys.  We want that guy on our side.  We want to be him.

What is next for Blackshaw?

In Blackshaw’s next mission, entitled Dog and Bitch, he is forced to confront an earth-shattering relic from his time as a SEAL. The honor of his former team is at stake.  Shadowy, brutal government forces have coopted a crucial mission to the point that, if the devastating secret were revealed to the public, it could phase-shift world politics into a wholesale holocaust. The problem is that these days, Blackshaw hates secrets…

What do you want your readers and Blackshaw fans to gain the most from your series? 

The most important thing I want Blackshaw fans to take away from each book is that the 56 thousand irretrievable heartbeats a reader invests in devouring the work has been one hell of a terrific ride, and could not have been better spent in any other way. I hope the takeaway from the Blackshaw Series as a whole is that Blackshaw is a good, relatable, ordinary man battling his way through extraordinary times while still managing to march to his own drumbeat. If one reader can be inspired by Blackshaw’s actions to do the unusual thing, especially if it’s the right thing, then crafting the characters and events of all these adventures will not have been in vain.

When and where do you write? Do you have to have a special location? Inspiration? (for example)

I am very fortunate in that I can write anywhere, most anytime. That said, these days, what with writing the Blackshaw movie scripts, I cannot afford even the minimal travel time to a local café, or to a rented office to do my writing, no matter how refreshing a change of venue might be. It cuts into the time I need to spend making every line of the story sing or sock you in the gut. Nowadays, I wake up, maybe I exercise, but then I throw myself in front of the computer at home and dive into the manuscript. Working at home keeps it real. I am right there in the house with the mortgage my writing helps pay off. I can see my son, for whose education I have to save. There is no faking the urgency of sustaining one’s family. So, it isn’t a flowery, uplifting kind of inspiration with Celtic music playing softly in the background. As a writer, I either deal with a gun to the head, or face the wolf at the door.

Do your characters ever take on different directions than your original creative ideas as you progress through a book as you write?

My characters are so ornery!  I plot, I plan, I think I know exactly where a day’s writing will lead, and then these imaginary beings I’ve created veer off in some unforeseen direction, or say the most outrageous things!  It happens more than once every day. These characters are ungovernable, and unpredictable. It keeps things fresh for me as their employee, that’s for certain.

What is the most annoying thing about the writing process? Most satisfactory?

The most satisfactory moment of the writing process is when something so exciting, so explosive hits the page, that I have to get up and tell my wife. Then she asks what the heck I’m talking about, specifically. This brings me to the most annoying part of the writing process. I can’t tell her what I just wrote. We have reluctantly agreed that I will save it all for the moment I can hand her the finished draft. This really bugs us both, this temporary limbo of secrecy, but we both agree it’s worth the wait.


Anything you would like to add?

I want to thank you, Momma Fargo, for taking the time to craft delightful, provocative questions that have been so much fun for me to answer. I also want to thank the Blackshaw fans, because they always push me to do better. The feature film adaptations are in the works for them.  As a more immediate thank-you, e-book readers who are new to the series can take the plunge with the Ben Blackshaw Box Set: The Alpha Missions, which includes the first three books for the price of one!  It’s not only a great value, but it gets a reader primed and ready for the fourth book, Geronimo Hotshot, which is also available now. This is a good place to say I truly welcome emails from readers anytime.




Thank you so much, Mr. Whitehill!

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You can check out Robert Blake Whitehill's collection on his website above, amazon.com, or other book sites! I encourage you to pick up his Blackshaw book set at that price! What a great deal!


Sunday, November 15, 2015

Skewed Nation

The grumpy, mean stomp to the ring might be the way she amps herself up, but it was all show last night. Taking a time out from the Paris terrorist attacks, we decided we couldn't miss some Ronda Rousey. She went down like a ton of bricks. In fact, I don't think she really was in the game. She looked pudgy and slower (OK I know I am being way critical) compared to her former physique and appearances. Sure, she got in some good air hits. She is kind of a brutal force with her personality ranging all over the map from downright asshole to some surprise nice moments. I still like her.


Who can't embrace ghetto success? She is a fitness phenomenon.

Well, her personality can be off-putting. You know how I roll. I have to adore the unique and greatness in anyone who can accomplish what she has in several sports arenas.

However, I like Holly Holm better. She was almost flawless.


And she is personable to her fans and nice. Cut, lean, fast, and strategic. She had it all together. Plus she was humble. Who can't like her?



Yeah. She is a better role model than Rousey for teens or anyone for that matter. In my household, Bug likes both sides of the spectrum because she sees what they have accomplished in a mostly man dominated sport. Now...they sell out more stadiums and draw more people, driving them to the top of the entertainment ladder...bypassing their male counterparts' popularity. Perhaps their earnings will climb as well. Who am I kidding? It's all about cat fighting. Everyone likes a good cat fight. These happen to be the best. I would do 31 seconds in a ring for $500,000.

Heck, I would take one punch for $100,000.

Ok. They might be able to talk me down a little more. I am flexible.

I'm ready for a rematch. It's coming. After my fights are scheduled and I walk away with a couple of black eyes and a broken nose with my greenbacks in hand...

*hey hey hey wake up*

Boy, I guess I could paste pics of Rousey or Holm on my boxing bag in the garage. It's close to the real thing right? That bag swings hard I tell  ya.

Back to business: Rousey v. Holm rematch next year...brace yourselves.

I would be all about reaching that fitness level just to be healthy and tough. For a moment, all the world's problems did not exist. It took me into the early morning hours of this day, but it gave me a much needed break from reality. UFC gets the clap on this one.

Squirrel... earlier in the evening...

How about that Michigan/IU game? Damn. It would have been nice to have had IU win that. I haven't gotten that excited about football in quite some time.

Plot twist...

Then I was back to Paris updates. My heart felt the same sunken feeling as 911. Another war is brewing. All the Facebook profiles changing in support of France have blanketed the Internet along with news streams. I think it is time to destroy some mo-fos.

Meanwhile, Hillary hosted Biden in an evening chit chat adorned with cookies and milk while they watched re-runs of Honey Boo Boo and Trump photoshopped into an episode of Green Acres. She extended her gratitude to Biden for not entering the presidential race, but rejoiced in the anguish the hype caused Republicans. The two laughed like Mr Ed together in harmony. Obama gave a short word on the Paris terrorist attacks and scheduled a luncheon with the Mizzou protestors. On the other end of the world, Pope Francis entered political leadership by warning the world that all the nations are entering into WWIII. That will teach those trying to take Jesus out of politics. Those Christians...if it weren't for them, we wouldn't be in this mess.

That's a lot of skewed nation.

Thursday, November 12, 2015

Common Sensical Is Magical

I could get wordy and super explanatory, but I like to keep it real simple.

I think our country has some how diverted off the rails. Refer to my handy dandy flow chart above. See...I am not opposed to raising the minimum wage. I think it is years behind progressing with the nation's economy. Perhaps raise it from $7.25/hr to $8.45/hr. The minimum wage was never designed to be a livable or sustainable wage for raising a single person, let alone a family. Jobs also have different wages based upon skill sets, education, and experience.

See... minimum here...(it's my forum)... means mimimum wage given for no experience, no specialized skills, no training. For those who need defining, this is defined as the starting point for anyone who has nothing but a body, a working brain... and some limited physical, social, and/or communication skills...basic 8th grade levels.  So...the minimum wage jobs are stepping stones to other job opportunities. Once a minimum wage job worker gains experience and/or education/training, other opportunities or promotions to climb the ladder appear. That's how it works.

We are not a socialist country. Yet.

When did we all start thinking that the minimum wage was the minimum required to raise a family in a certain region of the nation? I have no idea. It just appeared as a brilliant idea...like magical...one day...like the Starbucks cup fiasco. Beat me.

Everyone is so angry and offended.

This includes myself at times.

When I get derailed, it's a good thing I go upside down to shake some sense back into me.

When did we all become fascists and anarchists? I thought that subsided with the 60's and 70's. I think we need to bring marijuana back to calm the masses. If you look at history, years with "7's" are peak years. Like, for instance,  1790, 1970...egads...2017 is coming up!

Calm yo-selves. My daughter says, "Calm Your Tits." I hate that phrase. I don't even understand it. I banned it. She gets soap in her mouth. Incoming.....


Remember, minimum wage does not equate to livable/sustainable income to raise families. Well, that is unless, you plan on supplementing it with welfare and government subsidies.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Fargo Frippery

REMEMBER VETERAN'S DAY!!! Thank you to all veterans for your service!



Waa-how! (That's an over-enunciation of "wow").

I might resemble an angry American today. Or not. But maybe. I'm not really an angry person, just frustrated.  A lot lately. I think and write in blips and incomplete sentences. Then I need to get distracted with wine. It's a weird type of therapy.

What do you think of...

The state of the Union? (The Union being the United States)

Starbucks cup designs dominating our moral standards on religion and Christmas spirit? 


The GOP debate?


Missouri U? (Misery U) 


The Russians?


The War on Cops? Racism and Cops?


All these topics scrambled in my head give me a migraine. I can answer all the jaw dropping questions with my awe-inspiring opinion in short responses.

Why? Because I have a migraine.

Argument: Drink more coffee.

Rebut: All the coffee in the world can't cure this head throb.

See...I can debate myself.


1. The state of the Union.

I am concerned. I feel heavy ladened with anxiety about our future and direction. 

2. Starbucks cup design war?



(A#)*$Y)($(Q@#4A#*()0 Symbol cursing at the stupidity. It isn't the Holy Grail. 



3. The GOP debate?

It's too diluted with a bunch of candidates. Narrow the field. Chop. Chop.

4. Missouri U?

We let kid fascists and anarchists rule the world? You don't say? Whiskey-tango-foxtrot. 

5. The Russians?

Putin takes a time out from his war field matters to talk to the coach about doping. I have no words but...ODD. Will the coach go amissing? No fly zone with the plane crash? Yeah. It's getting heated. He's like a ping pong ball...all over the place. Things are going to happen. Observers beware. 

6. The War on Cops? Racism and Cops?

Let me share this video...some food for thought...


So here I sit, sipping on my coffee medicine and I am ready to tackle the day's events. Maybe. After I have more coffee and less headache.

Feel obliged to leave any comment or discussion. These are only my opinions today. They are only guaranteed as that for today, for tomorrow I might change my mind. Why? Because I can and because I am a girl. Freedom! 'Merica!

I will leave you with some of my sentiments of America's current social issues contained within this loverly video below brought to my attention by JC and shared here with you...Enjoy.

( You have to be logged into your personal Facebook account to view the below video. )



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Posted by Amiri King on Monday, November 9, 2015

Monday, November 9, 2015

Geronimo Hotshot by Robert Blake Whitehill-Review

Have you ever wondered about the travels of a book? How about the places it will go-Indiana, Canada, Germany, Greece? Books are like old friends.

Robert Blake Whitehill's newest release, Geronimo Hotshot, traveled with me to many countries this last few weeks. In between flights and on rainy days, I found the book to keep my interest and cause me to stay up late because I had to know what was on the next page. The last Blackshaw novel I read was Tap Rack Bang and as you may recall, it was also a page turner. 


Geronimo Hotshot doesn't hold back any action with it beginning in the first chapter. Blackshaw finds himself in a pickle of problems with his wife's life on edge in a coma and a falling out with his best friend. To my liking, this all happens with a western flair, occurring in the western half of the United States-where my heart is, of course. Whitehill's 4th in the series involves a storyline with white supremacists and unique characters added to the mix. 

It keeps you on edge. 

Whitehill adds many things for Blackshaw to figure out and includes twists and turns to keep you reading. Any avenue of police work, hot current topics, or specialty police assignments appear at different places in the book. You will be intrigued with issues such as immigration, murder, racial tensions, WMDs, and the complication of working with multiple agencies and unlikely partners. 

The creation piece I really liked the most is when Blackshaw questions himself. Most officers do question themselves possibly more than once in their careers. Police keep the darkness at bay and fight for the greater good. But what if the darkness gets too close?

Blackshaw is bound by his conscious keeping him in check, but with all the personal tugs and criminal elements pulling at him, he gets edgy. Of course Blackshaw has many reasons to question his thoughts and deeds. In this instance, Blackshaw has a case which turns into multiple which keeps leading him to linked crimes. It takes him on a journey which most of us would call a "dream case" involving danger, mystery, intrigue, and the thin blue line. 

If you like graphic details, then this is for you. Whitehill paints a clear picture. 

Not only is Geronimo Hotshot a mystery with many pieces to the puzzle, but it is a mission of survival and righting many wrongs. The topics are right in line with today's current events. I highly suggest you pick up the Blackshaw series. Each one gets better. 

Bravo, Mr. Whitehill for another success!

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About the Author:

Robert Blake Whitehill is a classically trained actor, a critically acclaimed novelist, and an award-winning screenwriter. He has earned film festival wins at the Hudson Valley Film Festival and the Hamptons International Film Festival, and has written many highly rated episodes of the Discovery-Times Channel’s “The New Detectives,” “Daring Capers” and “The Bureau.” 

Whitehill is an Alfred P. Sloan Foundation Grant winner for his feature film script U.X.O. (Unexploded Ordinance), and he served as the vice president of independent film acquisitions for the groundbreaking Centerseat.com, developing and managing their independent film channel. 

He lives in Montclair, N.J., with his wife and son, and when not cruising on the Chesapeake, or knocking around the sky over Tangier Island in a Cessna 152, Whitehill blogs and posts on Twitter about his home waters, and has crafted a number of articles for Chesapeake Bay Magazine.

Check out his website: http://robertblakewhitehill.com/

Friday, November 6, 2015

It's Raining Cats~

I feel pretty much like a ton of bricks.

It's not scale weight. It's the weight of the world.

What the erpie derp?

First, I am not a fan of working in the office with a bunch of catty women. Today, I am suffering an immense headache and wrinkle exposure from frowning. It's a crisis. 

Really.

I miss working with the men in blue. Even the administration bullshit was better than catty women. Whisky-tango-foxtrot. 



Secondly, the world is imploding in front of my eyes!

For instance, the deceased Lt.Gliniewicz. This case gives me a headache. It appears to me by reports that he wasn't disciplined enough in the past on his inappropriate behavior and wrongful doings. In fact, had he worked at my department and was accused of what is being discussed openly in the media, I believe he would have been fired. I am quite surprised these personnel issues are being publicized as they are usually sealed internally and kept as personnel matters. Only criminal acts which are charged usually reach mainstream media. It makes me wonder if all this was in the works, why did they have a funeral with police honors? Cases like this anger me. No one likes a dirty cop. 

I'm pretty much sick of his crap dominating the news. Disgraceful. 

Politics. It's mostly just a smear contest. Where are the issues?

Terrorism on the rise. We do nothing. Thumb twiddlers. 

Thirdly, my personal life is pie crust. I want the filling. 

There is some good news on the horizon! Watch for a great book review coming...you'll want to check it out and put it on the must read list! 

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

The Blues

The news of a possible suicide in the death of Fox Lake's Lt. Charles Joseph Gliniewicz has the town and country stumped.  

As the investigation unfolds, we may become privy to more details but we now just have bits and pieces. I really don't know what to think. It bothers me to think an officer would stage such a theatre piece and cost the tax payers hundreds of thousands of dollars. Lt. Gliniewicz did not appear to be the kind of man to stage something like this nor to take his life. But do we really know our husband, wife, brother, colleague, friend, neighbor as well as we beleive? We would all like to think so and we would all like to think there is no place for dark thoughts in the minds of those we love. Happiness can be just a front. How do we know if their happiness is real? Good question. 

Cops are supposed to be rocks, shields, armor! 

Sure, some police officers have fragile psyches and at times we may never see these things on the outside.  Yet for others, it is on the forefront of their irrational thoughts both internally and externally in the changes in behavior.  We call those outcries or cries for help. 

There are those who keep it a dirty little secret. Until the end. It's a plot twist. 

But it is rare to have an elaborate death scene staged for a suicide. Not unusual or unheard of, but rare. Most of the police suicides I have seen or heard about have been silent deaths. No matter if the officer was a friend, colleague, or stranger, law enforcement suicides hit everyone in the heart. We, as cops, don't want to believe it and it is something we rally against daily in our duties. Suicide calls are common and how many times do we talk someone off the ledge?

So what happens when the darkness permeates beneath the blue suit? 

Here is an article posted in 2013 on police officer suicides...

Back to Lt. Gliniewicz. So this sparks mystery and puzzles for all those paying attention to the story. Of course, there are those in his community who are outspoken and refuse to believe the released findings. Yet, there were signs of a struggle at the scene which puts doubt in the minds of the public. Yes, this, too could be staged. 

Here is one question out of many...

1.Why don't they release the details when they are intact, in whole, not snipits, but in length as much as they can be for a case like that to give closure without jeopardizing the investigation. I am certain they wanted to ease the minds of those in the area that there were not three cop killers on the loose and they could rest easy.  But, still. Snipits are not helpful and then there are those conspiracy theorists.

Another question...

2. If so, then why? What happened to a man largely upheld as a fixture in his community and of good character? We may never know. Some people are good at disguising their anguish. 

Number three...

3. If the conspiracy theorists are correct? Wow. Then all we know to be true is not. Hmmm.

What do you think? Wager to take a guess?

It might be like trying to figure out Donald Trump's hair or Hillary's motives...

In any event, it is surely a tragedy and an unnecessary death. I hope the nation is watching.

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And not long after this posted...we get an update... 




Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Dose of 'Merica!

Kalimera! (Google it. It means good day in Greek, one of the words I learned.)

Did anyone watch Obama's speech to the International Association of Chiefs of Police? I watched some snipits, but the parts I watched did not contain any meat and potatoes, but just introductory fluff which was pleasant and not offensive to me. Yet it was mostly an extension of sympathies for the current state of law enforcement. If anyone saw it in its entirety, please comment on what you thought of any solutions or progressive policies he wanted to implement or is implementing. I can't seem to find anything substantial in the news.

I really had an eye opener traveling with some liberal colleagues on our national state of affairs. They are happy as all get out with President Obama and LURVE him. I'm not exaggerating. I was the only one who had a different view. With their steadfast thoughts I entered a mode of observation and open ended questions because I really didn't feel like getting into a fist fight or debate which would have happened. They were a bunch of badgers about their standpoints and I do respect that, I just don't agree. Most of them are suffering from anxiety about Trump and voiced that Hillary will be elected which pleased them beyond a Cheshire cat smile. This part still floors me that people can set aside her lies, crooked tactics, and evil personality. But hey-I'm not one to push the fat girl down in the mud. I just want her to be seen for who she is and what she stands for, not this facade. OR...I guess she is and people just choose not to worry about it.

While I was in Greece, I did spend a lot of time talking to local intellectuals and you know their biggest question for me? Why does America disregard global warming and why not take away all guns to solve violence? You can imagine my lack luster responses. I just tried to be polite and stated different strokes for different folks. Eh. I didn't want to get into a big debate because I don't think the two cultures could come to an agreement just like the Greek economic crisis can't find workable solutions.

I do have to snicker that when "global warming" was rejected as was Al Gore's big visual movie disaster and conservatives coined it "climate change" that now it is referred to as climate change and the phrase is taken over by liberals. Yet, liberal still beat conservatives up over that issue.



This is the most divisive I recall the Democrats and Republicans to be. It seems we have drifted to far left and far right with no middle of the road considerations. But--I believe most Americans are middle of the road. Our outcries are ignored. Sometimes I join in by poking fun of both extremes.

I feel America is circling the drain. We need to get a hold of our nation, foreign politics, and our resources. Get a hold of yourself, America!

So without further ado...let me give you some ordinary funny stuff that happened this week and stray away from politics before we are all crazy in the head...OH WAIT TOO LATE!

While at physical therapy...

I was answering questions from the receptionist, a 60 something woman, pleasant lady. I coin  her Annie. That is her stage name. It might have something to do with her hair. Just a clue.

ME: You are a Virgo, yes?

ANNIE: What? (acting startled and weirded out)

ME: You are a Virgo? Your class ring on your index finger has sapphire. You also went to school when it was customary to get your ring in gold, not alloy. Very nice. (Yes, I guess in a way that was poking at her age. Gah. Big mouth)

ANNIE: Oh. Yes. I am. (relieved I wasn't actually reading her mind)

ME: Me too!

ANNIE: Oh. What day?

ME: The 13th.

ANNIE: Me too!

We were like soul sisters. I can't shut the police crap off. I try. It doesn't work.

And today...I was in a lunch and learn workshop and one of my coworkers actually told the person running the nutrition class that she just walks around with tape on her mouth or a mask to prevent herself from eating bad things. I kid you not.

There wasn't a big enough hole to hide in nor could I conceal my mouth drop and big eyes.