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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.