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Friday, June 26, 2015

Wut, Wut? Applesauce and Pokery?

You gotta love Judge Scalia. People may mock him, but he is refraining from putting curse words down in history in his opinions with the most glamorous use of jibberish vocabulary known to SCOTUS. The man made me smile more than once yesterday. I would love to be a Justice for one day just so I could come up with some brilliant word phrases like he did as he spoke out in dissent of the ruling on Obamacare. I also have to admire each and every one of our SCOTUS Justices because they tell it like they see it, no holds barred. It's pure applesauce and interpretive jiggery pokery.

Wut?

So entertaining and I see where he is coming from. His verbage is right on my mind channeling.

Maybe he's been reading my blog and learning word mastery from me. I'd like to think so.

Wut?

If you happened to be watching Fox News at hours where no man is alive, you would have watched the France event go down in history with the Lt. Col. telling the Fox News anchors how he felt about the terrorist organization. You can say that on television?

Apparently, the sphincter muscles on all the anchors were shriveling up in haste as he said you have to fight back and described the reaction to the incident as "hysterical." He did not mean it was funny, but that it was a sort of news hysteria. From his gist, I gathered he didn't like the ISIS agenda being sensationalized because they want the word out and the news was doing it for them. He said you have to take them out (fight back).

Once he said it like we all feel, the anchors tried to smooth that one over by saying they had to report the news to the people and make everyone aware.

Wut? 

That is exactly what the Lt. Col. was trying to say...blowing things up for ISIS by promoting their dastardly deeds.

Shortly thereafter, they took a break and shut the poor man down. Of course, he got in an apology that "he did not give them what they wanted to hear", but he ended it with "it's the truth."

I know.

You are wondering when I am going to stop with the new WUT phrasing and lay off the B-12 crack. I can't decide if I should run it to death, or maybe stop there. I guess it depends on what spews from my fingers next.


Carly Fiorina

In other non-related news...where did Carly Fiorina come from? That woman is hard balls. I really enjoyed how she diplomatically lays it out on Hillary and the US issues. Although the HP family scowls at her (there are failure business endeavors along with triumphs), she is a very intelligent world analyst. I was amused when she compared herself to Hillary and said, "flying is an activity, not an accomplishment." Bwahahaha! Snort.

Wut?

I am pretty sure everyone is wondering what I did yesterday after work. Burning a hole in your mind, eh? (That's my Canadian Expressionism)

I went trap shooting. Ta da! So fun. Plus my buddy, the Tuminator was here from Wyoming and I brought him as Show N Tell. He is a great shooter and trap shoots all the time back home. Needless to say, the old farts lapped him up and adored him, plus he shot at the top of the bracket. We were all hosed by a cute North Carolina kid who was in the 100 club. He did not miss. He got to be partnered with me in the Protection Class and I apologized in advance. We had great fun.

So Fargo bragged to all the new guys about Ammoman.com and they all checked out my empty boxes I brought and agreed it was a top notch company. Apparently, they already knew about it, and declared they alternate buying from the club, online, and local sales.

And my shooting?

Suck. Excellent. Suck. OK.

Yeah. It was not pretty. My left shoulder went out and 'ol Tom (an 80 year old sharp shooter) said, "Kathryn, you gotta git yer elbow up."

I was like, "Tom, I don't have anything left. I can't raise it above my elbow."

Yep. I looked like a seizure patient trying to one arm a shotgun, but by golly nothing was going to stop me from finishing.

Then my glasses fogged up from the humidity and sweat and I was shooting blind. I actually did better.

I swear.

Then, in the truck, the Tuminator and I were swapping stories about our ailments and showing each other our bulging discs. The thing about cops, is we are always trying to one up each other.

Wut?

Yeah.

And then I told him we were ridiculous for talking about our ailments. Next it would be incontinence.

I have no idea how to explain how I went from 29 to ancient in about 2 years.

But at least I got to wipe gun powder on my forehead and drink it through the sink when I went to get some water to gulp down to ward off the humidity strokes we were getting.

And so this morning, I was Googling "how to get woman strong" and I was pretty sure my picture would come up. Close enough:

Kim Lyons


Me and Kim Lyons...we're like twinsies. The other link was something connected to caveman days ending with "ugg" because of the way I typed my words in the search window.

Yeah. Ugg.

Yeah. No.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Short Tweet To Crazy Town

With the sudden surge of Twitter followers, you would think someone tweeted nekkid pics of my head photoshopped on Jennifer Lopez's body. I mean, even famous people are following me. I do not have many connections in Hollyweird. Ok. One. Maybe two but they are very, very distant.

What in the world? I have no idea what inspired them thar new Tweeters to follow me. Maybe it was my vagina or poop updates.

Is it creepy good or creepy bad or creepy weird?

I bet it isn't as creepy weird as my historical leap back in time to take selfies with John Wayne Gacy.

I didn't even blog about weed. Nor tweet about it.

I pull a lot of weeds out of my garden, but I don't smoke them.
Maybe it is because I don't hide my crazy, I parade it around on the front porch. Crazy is like a train wreck. You can't look away.

I want to take a moment and thank all my supporters. It really means a lot to me that you stick around or are new to this crazy train. I am humbled everyday that you take an interest in my work.

Yeah. I know. I stole that from Hillary. Not really. She wouldn't be that nice. I should leave the poor gal alone. She has been the subject of my scrutiny a lot lately. It's like obsessive. Oh, Hill, you silly old nag.
Not really. I know a lot of whoooores out there and their damn done broke a long time ago. I have no idea why she thinks there are a lot of virgin prostitutes left in the world.

I know it is hard to believe many don't like my Jesus jokes nor my other funnies. I am not making fun of the Lord. I just enjoy a good smile about Christianity. Just because we are serious about God, doesn't mean Jesus doesn't have some humor. I think the tri amigos (father, son, holy spirit) would find humor in this...
A little smile? Come on. Good humor here.

What's the attraction to your Tweeter friends? Facebook? Why do you hang around blogs? 

Is it my intelligent assumptions? My sense of jaded-ish humor? 


I know. It's my B-12 crack attacks. If you feel like it...tweet with me. Face the book with me...or stay right here. Comment. And often. Thanks.

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Rebel Jack Panic: Playing Capture The Flag and Clearance Sales on Grey Items

Shiver me timbers and call me a monkey's uncle~

Today is a day of ridiculous.

Yeah. 

I don't have a fight in the flag issue. It matters not to me what they do in South Carolina. BUT...it is creating nation wide rebel jack panic coupled with erasure of everything in Civil War history unless you are a Union home.

Have we gotten too sensitive? Or are we insensitive?

Like we are all surprised that taking down the Confederate flag has led to other trends like removing statues, changing names of highways and high schools. Now we are getting ridiculous. History cannot be erased, and even though we do not now agree with their agenda...wait, I think MOST Americans disagree with the Confederate agenda. Oh yeah, you mean the majority of Americans think slavery was bad? Duh. Yes. It was a horrible crime. Unfortunately, many of our ancestors-of all colors around the world-had slaves, servants, or indentured workers (slaves). They were not all African-American. Some were white. Some were Asian. It was HORRIBLE. I still cry at movies depicting the inhumane treatment. However, it is OVER. America now has to deal with human sex trafficking. Another HORRIBLE crime.

1. History cannot be erased unless you are a liberal. Believe me. I tried to wipe out my shady past and forget my ex-husbands.

2. Confederate politicians and figureheads still played an important role in the development of our country and laws. The Civil War did happen.

3. Strangely enough, after the abolition of slavery, politicians still worked together. Forgiveness? 

4. Our country has evolved over the years and change still continues. Both the Confederates and Union soldiers were comprised of Christians.

Wut?

5. If we are going to erase all the Confederates, let's erase all the far left wingers. 

6. Confederates were Democrats. 

Wut?

How many times can the Republicans say that in a news cast?

7. Perhaps we can just look at names, statues, and the past as what happened then, where we came from and look at where we are going, rather than erase it like it wasn't there. Magic Erasers! Going like hotcakes!
Yes. I thought of this all by myself. Terrible humor attempt.


8. Just because there is a statue, doesn't mean it is a shrine of honor. It is commemorating history...good or bad. 

9. The Republicans keep the flag talk going to take the heat off the gun issues. 

Wut?

No shit, buddy. We aren't stupid. Deflect!  Over here! Deflect!

10. Oh, yeah. I wore a BLUE uniform. Like most of my life. Booyah!

11. I am getting rid of all my grey clothes as to not confuse anyone and disassociating with that color. Forevah. 

Wut?

I have a grey car. It's not possible to trade it off.

Poop. Shit.

I bet all grey clothes, cars, paints, and other items go on super clearance sale.

Maybe Crayola will no longer make a grey crayon.

12. The Democrats are cringing at the association with their Confederate army days so as not to lose African-American voters.

Wut?

Obama is a Democrat.

Wut?

13. Confederate Rebel Jack Panic is now a medical disorder. 


OK. See how ridiculous I can get? 

I really am just watching on the sidelines and have no strong feelings one way or another except we make some positive peaceloving changes. The End. 

In the meantime, I am inserting my humor everywhere because it looks like someone poured vinegar on the ant pile. Now the word "racist" is diluted. It could mean anything. To me, it is still a very dirty word and I reserve it for those who deserve it.

Maybe we can all agree to drink beer together. 

Nah.

We would argue about that too.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Selfies With John Wayne Gacy

Joy Christi at ComfyTown Chronicles inveigled me to answer these below questions. I know you are all dying for me to answer them and they have been burning in your mind.

How did you decide on the name of your blog?

That was easy. It was named for how I felt about being a cop, how a child molester targets a child, and my fascination with interview and interrogation. If you read any of my books, I go into a longer explanation. 

Where does your inspiration come from?

Uhhhhhh...inspiration? Does consuming bubbly beverages containing alcohol count? It's amazing what you can come up with under the influence.

What is it you most love about blogging?

The peeps. The blogging community is amazing and the networking, friendships, and information sharing is great. I especially like the camaraderie. I also love the fact I don't have to write in complete sentences. I can use curse words, talk in all caps, and fragmented sentences. I call them fractured. It makes English teachers crazy...er. Blogs also keep your life in neat order and you can search anything on them like Google.



What is your favorite food?

Definitely a toss up between Steamed Crab with Butter and good Prime Rib with pure crushed horseradish. I had to add in "good" on the Prime Rib because I have had bad and it made me almost become a vegan. I had to add butter to the crab because butter makes everything better. 

What is your favorite drink?

Water. Duh. If I were a zombie or a vampire, it would be blood, but I'm not one. That is really gross. I think I will stick with water. I prefer it cold and sometimes with a lime, cucumber, or mint. or lemon. Green floaty things.Sometimes citrus.

What item can’t you live without?

I do not know. This stumps me. I keep thinking if I only had one item, I would want underwear so I don't stick my vagina on a hot rock with ants. However, I think I might want to say duct tape so I can make clothes, weapons, and fix anything I need to in life. I could also give myself face lifts (I'm pretty sure I could hide that tape in my hair) and tuck the girls up all neat and nice. Plus, I could give myself Brazilians. Hygiene is important.

If you could live anywhere, where would it be?

In a strong log cabin next to a clear running stream with no neighbors with a hot tub, my doggies, and a very nice hard bodied young strong buff boy to do things at my command. It would include an indoor pool and hot tub, very large outdoor deck looking over a pristine wilderness, a nice grill and outdoor dutch oven stove with fireplace where I could cook and make homemade pizza...and...oh, did I get too detailed? I could go on. Did I say hot tub? I perhaps could live in a hot tub anywhere.

If you could meet anyone from History (past or present) who would it be?

I am not too keen on seeing dead bodies. I had enough of those stinky things. I guess most of them would be mummified so they wouldn't smell bad. Maybe I would like to take selfies with John Wayne Gacy and outsmart him before he ate me.Wait. I would have to be a little boy and I think I mixed him with Dalmer. Anyway. You know. Maybe I would like to take a selfie with Gary Ridgeway and fake like I was a prostitute and then kill him, saving the future.

No. I would like to make love with Elvis from 1968, not the fat Elvis.

What?



What is your favorite outdoor activity?

Hmm...anything outdoors is great. I think kayaking, canoeing, water skiing, reading under a tree without bugs annoying the shit out of me...and breathing outside is great unless you are in a city with a lot of car gas.

Where do you see yourself in five years?

In the mirror. Duh. 

The Mayberry Connection

Most times, I am enjoying the Mayberry life. There are those moments, however, where I wish the town would get out of 1950. Ok. Maybe up to at least 1949. Getting out of 1950 might be too futuristic too fast. One year at a time, folks, one year at a time. Wait. We might be up to 1960. At least that is when The Andy Griffith show aired.

Yes. They do live! It is not just a television show.

It just so goes that Fargo has had several opportunities to debate things with the local law enforcement. It brings for interesting and offensive conversation. I think you have to talk about issues to progress forward and come to compromise. I think you have to be uninhibited about hiding your feelings and whether you are politically correct. If you can't get someone to bring up the bowels of their emotions, minds, thoughts, and ideas...then we will never go forward. So even though some of what they said is offensive, to understand them and to move forward, you have to get it out. And, sometimes you can't change the spots on a Dalmatian.

Just to clarify, these local yocals also double as business owners, the city water people, electricians, the local carpenter, the sewer people, and the mechanic. I am pretty sure if they can't fix it all, they won't hire you. No wonder I never applied. They are very intelligent and mechanical people. They are somewhat sheltered from hustle and bustle and probably watch the news about 1 day a week. Perhaps they don't know all the worldly changes, but I did introduce them to some good rap music.

They don't have a princess category on the town force...like...ANYWHERE. It's rather disturbing. So therefore, I will never apply.

Anyway, some of our conversations have been quite interesting. Let me share. That way, you can be as baffled and mystified as me.

The Debate Over The Confederate Flag

Mayberry: I don't see why all these folks is getting in an uproar about the Confederate flag. It doesn't signify hate. It is a part of history. It's the battle flag. All the flags are offensive if you put it that way. The US flag stood for the same thing.

*blink*blink*

Fargo: The US Flag stood for fighting for certain state rights including slavery? We all know the 50 stars represent the fifty states.

Mayberry: America fought everyone. It is no different. We should get rid of it, then, too.

Fargo: Wow. Are you sure about that? You sound like a pouting teenager. Let me Google the meaning of the US flag for you: "The colors of the pales (the vertical stripes) are those used in the flag of the United States of America; White signifies purity and innocence, Red, hardiness & valour, and Blue, the color of the Chief (the broad band above the stripes) signifies vigilance, perseverance & justice.The star is a symbol of the heavens and the divine goal to which man has aspired from time immemorial; the stripe is symbolic of the rays of light emanating from the sun."

Mayberry: That's a bunch of bunk. 

Fargo: Ok. Well, if Google says it is so. I see nothing in there about slavery.

(smirk)

Mayberry: I think everyone is getting ridiculous over the Confederate flag. They want to take away history. Everything is not about race. What about the General Lee? Are they going to ban the Dukes of Hazzard?

*face palm*

Dukes of Hazzard television series: CBS

Fargo: I understand part of your point is that we need to talk about our history because it is there and it cannot be erased. The Civil War was real. By the way, The Dukes of Hazzard was produced by CBS, a bunch of liberals.

(smirk)

Mayberry: That was before CBS were liberals. We can't erase history. The Democrats want to erase things and instead of looking at where we came from, where we need to go, they want to erase everything they don't agree with.

Fargo: They aren't erasing the Confederate flag. They are just wanting it taken down off the capitol lawn. Some think it has been used by those who fly it out of hate and it offends some who think it represents the state's fight for slavery, the battle flag representing what the south fought for and part of that was slavery. They don't think South Carolina represents that anymore. Although South Carolina was fighting for other state rights, the one everyone remembers is slavery. If it offends the majority of the people of South Carolina, why not put it in a museum? I don't know. It's their state. The only flag I care about is the US flag. What is it going to hurt to put it in a museum?

Mayberry: It's taking away heritage. The next thing you know, they will take down the US flag and make it a rainbow flag.

*face palm*

Fargo: The Confederates were Democrats.

Mayberry: Well, do away with that damn Confederate flag then.



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The Debate Over Gay Marriage and Religious Freedom Act

Mayberry: We need to stop the gays from winning.

*record scratch*

Fargo: What?


Say what? Is there a race I didn't enter?




Mayberry: They cannot have marriage. I am upset Indiana bowed down on the Religious Reformation Act. They should not have to bake cakes. A Christian business can't even be a Christian business. What if people get mad because the Christian bookstore doesn't sell the Muslim bible?

Fargo: Whoa! Whoa! Stop right there. (pointing my finger) We are talking about people. They are entitled to human rights. First you are arguing several different things. Let's start with the gay marriage thingy or civil union or whatever you want to call it. Maybe at the start of history, it was not considered a right. Times have changed. Now it ties a bunch of privileges,freedoms with rights. If you deny purple people from marrying orange people, you are denying the same basic freedoms. AT one time the government wanted to prevent interracial marriages. Do you believe that is OK or not OK? You are preventing a right which a group of demographics feel they should be entitled to and give reason behind it. Along with the belief they should be able to be bonded in marriage, it also gives them property rights in America, rights to benefits, and taxation parameters.

Mayberry: But they are going against God. Marriage is only between a man and a woman. They live in sin.

Fargo: So are you.

*blink*blink*

Mayberry: Ok. You have a point.

Fargo: Some people believe marriage is a godly union between only a man and a woman and the vows are tied with religious beliefs. Some do not. You can believe your way, I can believe mine. John Doe can believe his way. Some believe a sin is a sin and ministers marry a man and woman sinners together and cannot judge if it is the same sex sinners. Some people might show their sins in public, others do not. Marriage has now intertwined into financial issues, benefits, taxes, and property rights. You can't have one without the other thanks to the good 'ol U.S. of A. Now on your business thingy. A cake business is selling goods: wedding cakes. They cannot refuse business even if they are a Christian business. It is discrimination and a violation of federal law.

Mayberry: The business owners are Christians! They are being told to go against their religious beliefs.

Fargo: Yes, I know they are Christians. But gays can be Christians too. The business owners don't get to judge. They get to sell cakes.

Mayberry: But the gays live in sin.

Fargo: So do you.

Mayberry: Gah. I should not have to sell a cake if I don't believe in them.

Fargo: What the fuck are you talking about? We just agreed a sin is a sin.

Mayberry: I should not have to contribute to their delinquency.

Fargo: I should not contribute to yours. Give me that beer. You have had too many.

Mayberry: That's not the same.

Fargo: Yes it is. We all sin every day.

Mayberry: What are we going to do when the Muslims tell us we have to sell their bibles in the Christian bookstore?

Fargo: You don't have to. A Christian bookstore only sells Christian Bibles. They can get a Muslim book at a store which sells those. A Christian bookstore does not have to carry books of every religion. They cannot be forced to shelve all these products in their inventory. Now if they refuse to sell a Christian bible to a gay person or another person, that is against the law.

(big sigh)

Mayberry: I still don't think it is right.

Fargo: Too bad.

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The Debate Over Presidential Candidates

Mayberry: I think I like that Donald Trump. He says it like it is and doesn't let anyone push him around. I mean he has great ideas and he will make people carry them out.

Fargo: You don't think the Republican candidates are coming out like Shriner clowns?

Mayberry: I don't even know what that is.

Fargo: I agree Trump says it like he feels and he is a great businessman. But presidential? Plus will he ever be able to work in a team environment? And even though I can disregard his arrogant, brash nature, can everyone else? And build a wall and have Mexico pay for it? He insulted every Hispanic probably. I agree that our infrastructure is failing and we need to build up business and prosperity in the nation. You know the majority of people only heard that Donald Trump was going to make them rich.

Mayberry: I don't know. I just know I like him.

Fargo: But Hillary is evil.

Mayberry: Hillary is evil.

Fargo: Let's raise our class to that!

Mayberry: Hear! Hear!



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Saturday, June 20, 2015

The Faces Of Evil

Although the FBI will not commit that the mental disorders or illnesses of active shooters contribute to the antisocial behavior and later act of murder, I'm going to take a leap and say that it does. Nor will they make a conclusion that the shooters all had some form of mental disorder or chronic depression. It is mentioned they have seen a counselor or mental health professional, but any diagnosis or medical conclusions are left vague for the public. Maybe it is HIPPA issues. Call me crazy, but forgive them for their rules. I think that is just a Fargo sarcastic funny and actually, they are afraid to make foundation on anything dealing with mental health in that fashion. That would be admitting the nation has a serious problem and they can't blame it on aliens. For some reason, the government does not want to make a solid connection as to mental illness is the cause of the shootings and label their findings as "indeterminate." Sounds so scholarly. Perhaps it is fear of commitment to a social problem.

We could line them all up and lay it out on the interwebs, and what is it going to show? They were (the deceased) and the living ones are MENTALLY ILL and were/are suffering from a MENTAL DISORDER. The rest of the world is noticing, why not the FBI? Why is the government reluctant to call out the truth? Is it because it is more glamorous to label it a mystery?

The FBI uses the coin phrase "social isolate" which also seems to go along with their "quiet nature" and lack of social interactions with peers. Is it a cause or symptom?

If you haven't read Well Seasoned Fool's post on the suspect profile he posted about, you should. Go now. It is quite interesting.

So, of course, red flags were up long before the mass shootings began and long before the parents gave up. Maybe the parents were never present. It is no shock that these shootings were all planned far in advance and not spontaneous actions. Someone had to notice odd things.

The shooter is never described as "the nice boy next door." So why did people walk on eggshells around these subjects? Or did they ask for help but received none or get put on a long waiting list? Analysis has to also go back to the parents and the household behaviors as well. I bet they are all along the same script.

Are these simply the bullied kids turning into heinous killers? No.

Although I have no wonderbrain or multiple PhD backing, I disagree with professional assessments which publish in journals that the shooters feel there is no other way to solve their problems other than by violence. It's not their last choice. It's their first choice. It's not that they are at the end of their ropes. I don't think they are solving a problem. They are emotionally disconnected and socially withdrawn. They plan. They plot. You have to believe they are smiling about while doing it, visualizing the outcome which they know will be death or jail. They have no remorse and are filled with hatred of so many factors in their lives, it is hard to pinpoint one cause. They are miserable persons. So, I may jump to conclusions, but without these feelings and emotions, there is no need to "solve a problem" to make them feel better. It might be more to do with being so evil and much greater than we can ever imagine a young male adult to be and him fulfilling a self-satisfaction of ultimate control and power.

We have heard that Roof's rampage was based upon hatred of race. Yet, that was not his motive. His motive was control which made him feel powerful. He was not repentant, nor remorseful, and actually displayed glee. I have never been in an interview with him, but I would imagine his act was more about how brilliant he viewed himself and how he did the world a favor. I wonder how he feels that his act does not start a revolt. And if that is what he wanted, did he only shoot blacks so they would protest their slayings at the hands of a white person. This is not hatred of a race. It is a plan to use color to rile up the nation. He only could shoot someone of a different race because he is white.

Or his hate for blacks may have been a sideline component to his target or really wasn't that deep. After all, was he a leader or rising star in the KKK or the Aryan Nation? No. Does that make his hate unreal? No. But he was a lone wolf. He was a lone wolf in the act and in social settings. I find it odd that a lone wolf would be a racist without some type of social influence. To me, it seems he is using that and fueling a made up story line.

I think he would have done the same at an establishment with white occupants if his agenda was different. What is the hot button in America right now? Racial tensions. It gathers up the news. It rallies the masses. He said he wanted to start a revolution.

Well, nothing happened when schools were the targets, so he thought up something else which would make him bigger, more famous, and still have the ultimate control-even if it was for a short period of time. Why not use the hot topic in America as a means to show the world how you had power and control? He almost poses with smirks of joy for the camera. And now his life will be burned in history. He wasn't happy nor sad with real life-he was disconnected. So this act, gives him a high. Once it subsides, I would be interested in seeing how his prison life goes and how long before he rides out his high.

Cameras rolling.

If you shut the damn things off, at least that would take away some of his thunder. But that's not going to ever happen. In fact, media have gotten bigger and better at coverage and someday maybe they will zoom in on their Underoos and we will start talking about what mass murderers wear. It will be a fashion analysis. Ok. Perhaps that was a little too far fetched.

In the meantime, we await to hear what Roof has to say and if it is in fact a manifesto or a fantasy he has fabricated because feeding the fire of hate and racism will keep the conversation going. Meanwhile, check out his bowl cut and facial features and gander whether WSF is on to something.

Friday, June 19, 2015

Broken Crayons

I was oblivious to what had happened until the morning. I picked a fine day to go to bed early. There are no words to describe the devastation a nation feels when innocents are slaughtered in a peaceful church setting. Additionally, the plot thickens when it happens at a historical church led by a reverend senator of utmost moral character. It is a gut collision course much the same as a school shooting.


Amongst the unexplainable notions is not the gun control rallying. That is expected. Liberals cannot wrap common sense around the fact that society is deteriorating and our mental health is unstable. They can justify the mental illness and disturbed nature of citizens in our day in time as a nation in economic and moral collapse thanks to Republican reign, and then grab ahold of an issue which does not exist.

Over time, we have moved away from corporal punishment and have saved our kids from everything from discipline to hurt feelings. Instead of spanking, we taketh away privilege or put you in a timeout corner. This is exactly where the liberal gun control agenda stems from-gun timeouts. It may sound preposterous to all of us who disagree with this solution, but it makes perfect sense to a liberal. Whereas all of us who believe in upholding the 2nd Amendment, want to spank the criminal instead of feed and clothe him and rehabilitate him for life.

So try to get inside the mind of a gun control advocate and you have a steadfast, angry mule who is determined to take your crayons away and break them so you for sure can't color. It's the new way of the world. All of this alternate thinking has also contributed to the mental health of our  youth and the lack of their coping skills. If  you cloak all the kids and protect them from getting dirty, they get a mean nasty virus. The concept is also true to their mental well being. They can't cope.

So we have not succeeded in building the ultimate child who does not hate, who is not prejudiced, who is a master creator of science and cures. We have created a weak and frail physically and  mentally dysfunctional society. The family structure has declined which seems to be OK because dysfunction is the new black. Except there is no village to make up for the parents' deficits. The village has collapsed as well.

It all happened before our eyes and instead of building a progressive future, our country is headed for a revolution. We seem to go back to the past elements which didn't make sense back then and don't make sense now.

But it is not our fault, because to blame ourselves and take responsibility is not the new way. To find viable solutions is too harsh because it might involve unsavory decisions with consequences. If the child is diabetic, you take away sugar. If the country is killing itself, you take away guns. See how that makes sense? Except it is a failed solution because you didn't change the mindset. The child can be tempted with sweets and will eat them when you look away because you didn't teach him about lifestyle choices and consequences to a point where he can make his own intelligent decisions to change. You made his choices for him. And the bad man will find a gun or some other device and still kill but you just successfully disarmed law abiding citizens.

It is delusional for gun control advocates to think that the majority of America are gun toting freaks. It's what the liberal press wants to reveal to you. They give us this illusion that the rest of America doesn't carry guns and only the morons do. What they fail to show you is how many events are deterred, how many of us never have an incident. Yet, just seeing a gun in the open is "scary". In the minds of gun control supporters, those who oppose eliminating the 2nd Amendment are probably just buying up 20,000 rounds, 60 machine guns, and assembling a posse to assassinate the world.

It is preposterous, but their imagination and fears rule over common sense.

You or I may have thousands of rounds of ammo and multiple firearms, but not one of them was used to kill a person. Color me crazy. I have never had those notions to become a mass murderer.

We, the freedom fighters, do have no qualms about using one in self defense. I have to live with that. You don't. It has nothing to do with my cop training, but everything to do with my upbringing and my own inner drive for preservation.



What is not celebrated as a victorious moment to most is the miracle of God's work in this Charleston tragedy. Non-believers are just poo-pooing the reactions of Christians as "those silly people." People cannot fathom why the congregation and community are showering the suspect with forgiveness and not bitter resentment and calling on strength. God bless each of them. Sure they are full of sorrow and anger but they don't let it overshadow their beliefs and fill their hearts with hate. After all, that would be accepting defeat and dishonoring the dead, let alone God. However, they rally together in a united front to show the world that love will overcome.

But will it?

I fear we will slip further into not only another economic downturn but we may reach moral bankruptcy. And neither has anything to do with guns.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Something Is Amiss

Recently, one of my colleagues told me about an opening for a dispatcher at a local police department. Now, bless his heart, he was trying to help. First, out here...they get zero pay, work crappy shifts, have terrible vacation and sick time accrual, double as security at events, issue trespass notifications, and fill in for the entire county dispatch center as only a 911 call taker. Second, most citizens don't know that cops can't be dispatchers. Why? Well, they suck. It's a hard job. But most importantly, we can't stand it. I want to be on the other end. It gives me anxiety. Plus, if I was dispatching a boob cop to a call, I would want to come through the radio and beat his or her ass. It all adds up to impossible job matching. I was greeted with deer in the headlight looks. It may very well be an issue only cops and dispatchers can understand. We are both passionate about it.

I have also been asked if I miss the job. I do. Daily. I miss the roar of a Hemi when you put your foot in it to jam across town at night to a hot call or run code. I miss turning on two wheels. I miss going 140 mph on the interstate. I miss going slow at night with my window down and my rap on low, eye balling every inch of your neighborhood for criminal activity or something amiss.  I miss the song of my people in the ghetto. I miss sliding to a stop and exiting gracefully, making a grand entrance with command presence. I miss the kids who looked up to me and beamed with hope that the good guys were there to save the day. I miss my old people who made efforts to chat when I was patrolling their neighborhood as I strolled by on a mid-day walk. I miss the smell of fall in Wyoming and crisp mornings where that one moment in time the city was at peace. I miss the camaraderie, the blue bond, and the trust that if shit goes bad ten fast ten hurry, we have each other's backs. I miss the sick humor. I miss laughing at the craziest crap in America. I miss fucking up at the range and getting scolded by my sergeant. I miss asking forgiveness instead of permission. I miss giving a kiddo 5-10 bucks for a 50 cent glass of the best pucker lemonade. I miss jousting in the park and sledding in the winter hoping I don't wipe out some nice kid in the process. Most of all, I miss standing tall in a well pressed uniform and problem solving even the dumbest shit.

But, times have changed where administrations do not support or provide for their troops. It's dog eat dog. The public eats cops for lunch and even the steadfast seem to waiver in their support. Thank God for the die hard cop lovers.  I don't know how cops today hack it without losing their shit at times when the nonsense goes down. One thing society forgets is most cops eat their own when they are corrupt. They don't like bad cops either.

And they are tired. Tired of being the whipping boy. Let's move on, shall we?

So, yes, I miss some of those things, but no, I will not go back. My prime time is over.

And no, I will not be a dispatcher because you get in big bad trouble if you say fuck over the radio.

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Spam Breach

Yep. It's time for Fargo Was A Bitch Today and took a technology breach risk.

I did receive this in my inbox through email:

And since they already had my email address, I responded:

I wonder if they will really spam my inbox now or ignore me and take a funny.

ERG-OH-Nomics

Crepitus. It sounds creepy. I hear it every day coming from my left shoulder. Simple things throw it out of whack like reaching for a bottled water out of the fridge. Pooping. Wiping. I noticed my right side is more sleek than my left arm. It has no elasticity. Now that is creepy. Erg.

Speaking of creepy, the doom and gloom news is coming in threes again. Hillary is still running for president but has fired the press guy. California balcony collapsed. Who wants to be the engineer of that project? A Wyoming Highway patrol trooper was struck by a semi. You should see his car. Thankfully, he was not killed. Prayers go out to him for a speedy recovery.



Amidst these horrific story, there are some good ones. Rachel, The Clearly White girl has resigned. Yay, one less crazy in a high profile position. Go World! Al Qaeda's No. 2 is dust in the wind. I think someone wrote a song about that.

Neutral news...Jeb Bush announced he is running. I am not sure who I support yet, so right now this is neutral news. On one hand, I am excited about several putting their hat in the race, but I worry there are too many which will dilute votes. I guess we shall see.



And what is Fargo up to?

Living the dream of a hermit. It's what I do best. I work. I work out. I go home to my pups. I am alert. I read. I watch TV. I am alert. I write. Sometimes I work out again. Sometimes I mow the lawn. Erg.

Interesting enough, we heard two very loud and close gunshots last night in Mayberry. I sat right up from the sofa and jump to my own defense. Of what? I don't know, but it was the same reaction you get from hearing the sound of a slide action on duty. You know someone is getting ready to pop a cap in you by the racking sound. This time it was full on cannon blast so I knew it was close. Yep. Next door. Damn hillbilly imposters. There aren't even any hills for 10 miles. Murph was not impressed and tried to take out the shooter through my window. Good dog. Who said poodles aren't vicious German Shepherd wannabes? And wouldn't you run fast if a lion was chasing you?

Rawr. Photo by Aleea. Hair Do by Pampered Pooch
In other news, we have a state county with an epidemic of HIV, this was prevelent in drug users they say, so they now pass out condoms. Another county just announced an epidemic of Hep C due to shared needles in drug users, so now they are passing out clean needles and starting a safe drug use program-no questions asked. I say, what?




If they just let natural selection work, we would have a lot less hassle in this world. Erg.



Monday, June 15, 2015

Clearly White

This weekend I mastered my new found recipe for Thai Chicken. I made it myself and brought it to work last week.

My boss said, "Whatcha got there? It smells wonderful."

So I told him the ingredients.

He said, "Where did you get the recipe?"

I said, "In mah head (Fat Bastard voice). I just put things together that sounded good."

He replied, "Were you Thai in another life? That is exactly how my wife cooks Thai food. It is so yummy." His wife is from Thailand and a most beautiful lady inside and out.

It looked like this. But this is not my food. It's Google. 


For a few minutes we took a timeout at work and we were pondering what in the world happened to me and if I was Thai in another life. I channeled my inner Thai. I would just be happy with their beautiful skin. Could I have that? Just once?

So he gave me one more ingredient: Thai basil. Well, I just so happened to have it growing in my herb garden. And this weekend, I again made my Thai chicken recipe which turns out is authentic Thai cooking. I added the basil. It was so good. It was so spicy, I lit my fire pit with my breath. Yummy.

It is weird. I think I am Thai!

Speaking of someone who is pretending to be someone they are not...what about Rachel Dolezal?
Photo credit: TheShaderoom.com

So weird. I wonder what other frauds she is perpetrating? Maybe she has some deep rooted psychological problems. Her brother said his sister had the "best intentions." What were her intentions? Couldn't she be an advocate while white? I guess this will be a lesson to us all. I'm not sure what lesson, but in the end, maybe we will find out. In the mean time, this makes for some strange news. What a bunch of cray-crays out there. I mean, come on, didn't she know someone from her past would blow her cover? We know she wasn't in WITSEC. It's too high profile to be moving up the ladder in the NCAAP. Geesh. Weird.

My workouts are increasing in length. I have hit a plateau where I am not getting leaner. I decided I should do 300 squats last night. I forgot to carry out my plan. The dogs distracted me. Oy. So tonight, I am increasing the running and doing some strength training to build leaner muscle mass. Wish me luck. It's hell getting back to my fighting weight.



Thursday, June 11, 2015

Law Abiding Citizen




Today is sentimental Thursday. Why? Because it's my blog and I command it so. Plus, it is too fucking hot for anything else except a beer next to the pool. So, since neither is possible right now, you get Fargo on the soap box trying to rally the crowd.

(Straightens shirt and steps up on the wooden crate.)



*tap tap*

"Is this thing on? Ok. Good. I have something to say."

*mic squelch screech*

"Oh, sorry. Gotta fix that."

Adjusts the jacks on the microphone.

"Ahem."

*ruffle, ruffle*

"Are we to let acts of moral turpitude, crime, and civil disorder become dominant over public safety, liberties, and peaceful existence?"

*crickets*

"Do you have a positive view of law enforcement? Why or why not?"

*crickets*

No response from the crowd except the consistent blank stares.

"Who likes the PoPo?"

*boo hiss*

"Who thinks they just sit around and eat donuts, lie in wait to pick on one of us?"

*cheers*

"Well, bless your hearts. You are ignoramus cretin imbeciles!"

*silence*

Looks of shock.

"You are all bankrupting your knowledge feast with bumble food!"

*groans*


"Sugar coated donuts!"

*blink*blink*

"Sugar pie honey bunch! I can't help myself!"

*blink*blink*blink*

Trying the Tourettes model of communication to bring attention to my speech became my first thought to draw in the curiosity of the crowd, but it was ineffective.

"Ok. So how about I throw some donut holes out to you?"

*cheers*

"No. That was a metaphor. Sigh. If three purple people rob a store, does that mean all purple people are robbers? Say that three times fast. "

*chaotic crowd trying to say that three times fast*

"I was just kidding. "

*giggles*

"But in all seriousness. ..if one orange crayon colors outside the lines and crumbles under pressure, can we assume all orange crayons are no good or are broken?"

*blink*blink*

"Are you a lawbreaker or are you a hall monitor? What are the intentions behind your disgust or hate for law enforcement?"

*chatter from the crowd but no audible claims*

"Why have you declared a war on cops?"

*denials of war*



"But you have! Many of you have manned pens and fingers against the cops on the interwebs.  Perhaps you use signs and bull horns.You have drawn the line in the sand and marched across it with your fists clenched and your swords ready. Some of you have even taken further actions. There are those who have taken up ambushes. You are negatively changing the world trying to grasp toward positive movement. 

*groans*

"And I am going to ask you to think about this. 

It's summer time. Think about waking up at one thirty in the morning to take a shower. It's hot outside, maybe 75 degrees still. The air is humid. Maybe you run three miles before you take a shower. Fix your hair. Shave. Girls too! Brush your teeth. Mouthwash. Your family is asleep. You kiss your four year old on the forehead. A pot of coffee is brewing from the automatic programming. After your first cup, it's time to put on your Under Armor. Nuts. Have to brush your teeth again. Next your vest. Adjust it just so. Readjust and refasten with the Velcro straps. Smooth it down. 

Now it's time for your blue button shirt with the patches. You pin on your badge, your name plate, your award pins. You put on good socks. You have to take care of your feet. They hold up everything. You pull up your matching pants and make sure they are pressed. No wrinkles. Like anywhere. Underbelt is next. Whoops. Flip it around. Silly. Must still be tired. 

Wake up! 

Boots shined. Additionally boot brushing. They look worn. It's time for a new pair. Man, they are expensive. Duty belt. Wow. This weighs a ton today. Keepers in place.  Look in the mirror. Everything is in it's place. Check your firearm. Yep. Loaded. One in the chamber. OC spray is a little low. Time for a new can. Check. Check. Look around at your home, family, dog. Pour a thermos of coffee. You'd like to return to that deck chair which looks out into the back yard. Lock your family safe inside.

Start up the car. Twelve hours or so ahead. It's your Friday. Camping with the family. Get your warrior mindset on. Alert. Emotional intelligence. Check. Check. 

Maybe you can make a difference today. I am coming home safe. Everyone is going home safe today."

*silence*

"The day is busy and it isn't joyous by starting with a suicide of a teenager. You later find yourself investigating a fatal crash, taking a child abuse report, writing two citations, arresting a drunk transient, responding to a family fight, helping a stranded motorist, processing a an auto burglary scene, notifying a family of a death, and chasing some burglars off the school roof and into the playground before they are apprehended. And it's only 8 hours into your shift. Your twelve hour shift becomes fourteen and you are still behind in paperwork."

Cops are people. Who sacrifice of themselves to protect and serve us. They aren't robots. They are dehumanized uniforms."

*sighs*

Sheriff Mike Lewis is not alone in his thinking with his declaration on news media broadcasts which raised eyebrows on one side of the fence and applause on the other, "If you don't like the interaction you are having with law enforcement, then try obeying by the law." But this is a common lash sent out to those speaking against police and lumping them all into a band of corrupt merry men. We've heard it before. Is that the entire issue? Are the lawbreakers the ones speaking out?

(What about ISIS?) 

So why isn't anyone listening?




Social media comments could drive a person batty with the lack of common sense turned into agendas, rhetoric, and nonsense. I believe we have a lot of people who resemble Chicken Little or an abundance of armchair quarterbacks. We all like to sit in the chair once in a while. I find myself doing it also. Hopefully, when we do, we reflect on wisdom and common sense rather than spewing bullshit. Excuse me. No cursing. I slipped. 

(And the Duggars? Who cares?

I still think it is smoke and mirrors to take the heat off Hillary.) 


Is the fall of the blue bloods going to happen before Americans stop condemning every officer for the one who makes a mistake or the gives appearance of mistakes or dishonors the badge? Is this what you want? No police? You want them all on a silver platter? Half the time, the public runs to the guillotine to prepare for an officer's communal assassination without any facts. They ruin careers. It happens that fast. When did this become OK? Why don't we want to know the whole story? Why don't we rally with the good of the masses? Why don't we just remove the bad apples instead of assume the whole bushel is spoiled? 

Are police supposed to be "all shucks, ma'am" and kowtow to the people? Is that effective law enforcement? What do you want them to do?

Sheriff David Clarke says officers are at a "tipping point" that "could spell dangerous consequences for the communities they serve." I agree with his assessment. What do you think? Do you feel the doom looming overhead?

(How about that US Soccer team?)

Why the rise of battle cries against police to the point we disregard they are fallible creatures in a demanding profession? We expect perfection? What happened to the words: "in good faith", "probable cause" or "reasonable officer standard?" 

Now we see and hear they are adjusting to the public's shouts by backing down, terminating positions, charging officers, and pulling back the troops in hot areas. What? 

Yes. I said that. It is true. 

How do you think officers feel on a daily basis? Do you think they are now worried about offending someone or getting sued or fired over a simple party call with kids? Yep. What kind of pressure do you think they are under? Are we creating an impossible work environment for them?

Why doesn't the public concern themselves with the psyche of an officer? Why are they viewed as dehumanized and often robotic tools of the public?

Maybe this animosity has not hit in my area and I don't feel the tug and pull of your injustice. My heart tugs at the disdain I see and hear toward law enforcement.  I mean, think about it. People are flocking to towns and cities like Ferguson, Baltimore, and McKinney without even knowing any of these issues or persons just to protest. Protest what? Unfounded prejudice? Police brutality is a virus? They are all racists?

Tantrums run the country and make astonishing changes? When?

Well, I am stomping my feet!!! Enough! Move forward! Positive change! Stop dividing the country! Let's do this together as a community! Do not stand before me! Stand with me!




As for the blue line...

They will put the uniform on again. They will serve again. They will sacrifice their lives again.

It is 1964. But the music is different.

What's at the bottom?

When do we rise to the top?"

Mic drop. 



Did you ever notice microphones are shaped like a penis?






Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Gunsmoke=Aromatherapy #FUNATTHERANGE

Thanks to Ammoman.com, I got to use great ammo instead of those Busch Light reloads at the range. Old guys drinking terrible beer making reloads in their garages is not so great. BUT-nice ammo is great! So let me tell you about my day with the shotguns...

BTW...shotguns and shotshells go together like peas and carrots. Random fact.


In the land of guns and ammo,

I sit all dressed up in camo.

They are hiding! They are lurking!

Fun at the range while most people are working.

So I stood and aimed my barrel at a bird,

It blew up into twenty pieces or more-it was absurd!

They are flying! They are falling!

I am pretty sure trap shooting is my new calling!



Shooting a gun causes the same chemical reaction in the brain as a long passionate kiss. True fact. It might even be better. Possibly. I would have to test them side by side to know for sure.


Yeah.

Maybe I should try some skeet shooting next time as well and move on to sporting clays. Let me demonstrate my fun in a well made video borrowed from YouTube. I could have found another video, but I prefer the British accent...



I would also show you pictures from the range, but there is nothing left. Here is a simulation from my artistic portfolio:

Get your steel target loads or any other ammunition needs at Ammoman.com 

They package them like gold. They shoot clean. 



I used 12 and 20 gauge-destroyed the birds!

I guarantee you will be very satisfied with the products and service! Ammoman.com treated me like a princess. It makes me happy!

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Gym People

A lady in a suit of armor (pseudo) and you take that away...what do you have? A naked lady. Like exposed. I'm exposing myself.

Some setbacks (not an offset in a wall-the other kind) of an aging body have slowed me down as of recent. But soft, what yonder blows?

My Shakespearean ways have taken over. Prepare yourself!

The quality of mercy be swift and just. Mercy on my feet, pedicures if you must.

If music be the food of love, play on and make it R & B with undertones of sex and feelings of lust.

Master, go on, and I will follow thee, to the last gasp, with truth and loyalty.

Parting is such sweet sorrow. Alas, fret not. I am sure I will write more tomorrow.

You doesn't want to see Eminem erect? Anyone?


Yep.

It's a Shakespearean Thug Life. I'm not sure what any of it means except I am snap, crackling, and popping today.  I thought I had evened out, moving forward with health and now I have reached one of them thar hills. I suppose this is going to happen now and again because I'm not 25. Dabnagit.

I feel meloncholy. I don't like that word. It has a depressing feeling about it.

I miss Bug. Poo.

It's going to be a long summer. I had better clutter my calendar with tasks to make it go fast.

No time for poo pooing around.

I am scheduled to go to the gym every day. They don't even ask me who I am any more, but recognize me by my last name and pass me through. I told them that was creepy. They told me that was a good thing. It means I use the gym.

I said, "No, it means that I will get moved to Albuquerque."

"Huh?"

"Witness Protection Program."

"Oh."

"Pretend you don't know me."

"Ok."

"I'm kidding."

"Oh."

Yeah. They think I'm weird.

The gym people. So serious.











Monday, June 8, 2015

Strange Sequence of Events


In 2000, I was transferred to Investigations in the large state of PREG-GO as in... big as a house. I started out a whopping 115 and in three months (at 140 pounds), I left patrol to sit at a desk and be a preggo investigator. By the time I was ready for maternity leave, I had reached 175.

Big.As.A.House.

That is what being a detective does...it's like pulling a rip cord on an inflatable raft. Similar to getting married. Literally. You are married to police work.



But before then, I began a strange journey that I would only come to know later as a "Strange Sequence of Events." Let me 'splain this to you, Lucy, in a crazy roundabout way.

So...one of my first cases as a preggo detective was a bugger. It involved the then elected District Attorney's  step-son. The current DA was working under him. We did not have much association then, other than greetings.

And so...the step-son was a victim of aggravated assault. The suspect was a turd and later became a bigger turd over and over. A girl child was shot in the shoulder by this same suspect who pulled a gun on the DA's step son. The step-son had been at a house party and the turd showed up univited and unkown to the kiddos. A fight ensued. Basically, the turd had been carrying and later whipped out the gun because he was pissed and pointed it at the step-son and several other kiddos. Later, he would be driving and chasing some other people and shot the driver...a girl kiddo in another part of town. She was hit in the shoulder. It was a mess.

So let me back up...

In 1991, I worked for the District Attorney in a temp job. He didn't like me. It was evident. I was snubbed often and treated like a second class citizen. The missing person case of Lynn Bush (suspected a homicide then) was a hot topic in the DA's office and cops and family paraded by my desk often. News channels were running interviews with David and the family was begging for some justice. Detectives were trying to get the DA to prosecute on a bodiless homicide.

This is Lynn. I saw this picture in the DA's office in 1991. Photo courtesy: Casper Star Tribune


No go. He wanted more evidence.

I just did my job as a temp employee and moved on to the police department in a full-time Records Specialist position. I left my other full time job as an insurance agent. It was not for me.

Fast forward 5 more years of working my way to cop, babe. That's a song in my head....stemming from working my way back to you, babe! Tunes. They run our lives.

*record scratch*

I digress.

This is not me. Why? Because it isn't. I'm not that hot.
Plus I would not wear a shiny watch like that. Pinterest cop lady.

This is me.

When I became a cop, he made some not so public remarks which were relayed to me as they were overheard in the likes of that "he didn't feel I would do a good job and I was not cop material."

I was warned.

He was not alone in those feelings as several administrators at the police department also voiced their opinions of me "not being cop material."

So back to 2000, and here I am detecting his step-son's case. Oh boy. That was not going over well and he wanted a veteran in charge of the case. The detective sergeant told him he had faith in me. There would be no reassignment. On the side, he told me not to fuck it up and I was in the DA's radar. Lucky me.

There would be search warrants. There were interviews. There was surveillance.

So I detected. I arrested. I recovered one gun, but not the other which was probably thrown in the river. There was a conviction. I was thorough in my reports. Everyone seemed pleased according to the sergeant.

A new DA took over office later. He became a friend of mine as well as a colleague.

Speaking of strange...


Fast forward to 2007 and the conviction of David Bush for the murder of his wife, Lynn, in 1990.



This is David. He is not so happy right here. Why? Because he is wearing orange.
 Photo courtesy of Casper Star Tribune


I received a card in the mail.

Guess who it was from?

Yep. The former DA. It was very nicely written on a monogrammed note card and a whole paragraph of writing. Basically, it said..in a nutshell... he was proud of me and thanked me for bringing the killer of Lynn Bush to justice.

That was something I have never forgotten.

Kind of like how I never forgot all the cops who naysayed me but came forward and admitted to me they were wrong.

Those words mean a lot to me as did this card which I still have.

They make me grin.

Because I had faith in me all along and I proved myself.

So...sometimes in our lives...we may have Strange Sequences of Events.

Go figure.


Friday, June 5, 2015

Behind The Curtains

There will be no argument that I can be a catty bitch. Like anywhere. I can also be a sneaky bitch.

In 2007, David Bush went on trial for murder on a 1990 cold case. While it was no mystery that he was probably an atheist in the early days of his life, he had also discarded religion for most of his adult life as well. He made several comments he was against Jesus...like it was a political race or something. I have no idea why, since Jesus did not run for office, but that was the way he was. He was against about anything in life except David Bush.

So, I had a plan.

Maybe a plan to poke the bear.

My good friend owned a boutique and made the most exceptional sterling silver and semi-precious gemstone jewelry. She whittled away on her art and came up with many creations.

This is one I kept for a momento. 


Yep. You guessed it.

Every day to trial, I wore a new Jesus necklace. Mostly they were big and bold crosses with lots of bling to catch the eye. Gorgeous, they were. My partner Mattman knew what I was doing. I paraded them. I periodically touched them...not in a creepy way. You know, the girl thing.

Later, she sold those artistic creations in her store and told the story prior to purchase. Maybe it helped promote them. I don't know. Only she would know. You might ask her. Regardless, it was the truth and kind of special. How may detectives do you know get their costumes made exquisitely for them and sold to the public? Like none.

Here is one of her creations. You can like her on Facebook at The Cadillac Cowgirl, Casper, Wyoming. She also ships and custom creates. Ask for Kathy.


It was pretty fun to be a sneaky bitch like that.

Now you know the rest of the story.

Thursday, June 4, 2015

The Sand Box

In March-ish of 2010, an episode on THE DOCTORS aired some interesting stuff. They (the doctors) were saying that depending on how many sexual partners you have had and how much you do oral sex...all this fun could possibly lead to oral cancer. Well, there goes that fun. Who wants to take a chance? Like if Mimi tells you she slept with 5 guys it is probably 7 and if Ralph tells you he slept with 10 it was probably 27. And then her nasties get mixed with his nasties and then 34 people sleep in the same mouth and there goes your life.

So feel like gambling much?

What if it prevented you from enjoying chocolate?

It's just a thought.

Pay no attention to how my mind works when presented with strange knowledge.

Pretty soon, I 'm going to launch some real stuff out of my Pandora's box I have not yet released to the public from my journals. There will be an occasional strange call. I will highlight some interesting topics and share some insides about child cases...which brings me to the Duggars. I have opinions. Why? Because I have formulated judgy ways as does the entire world. So here goes.

The Duggars are being sensationalized because of their TV Life not being as perfect as appearances go. TV Life was full of high standards and high lights, but not necessarily exactly depicting everything in their real life.

Television gave them the image of a perfect Christian family raising an insane amount of kids doing extraordinarily well with multiple personalities in the household. Do I think they have had their heart in the right place? I don't know. I don't know them from the man in the moon.

However, people make mistakes. People don't know how to handle child molestation or having a sex offender in the household. Some parents are informed, some are educated by the system, some run by the seat of their pants. And then there are those who try the best they know how and perhaps don't know who to ask for help. Then, *shudder*, there is the family reputation and tarnishment of a good name. Let's not forget how that plays at times.

Now, it appears, the Duggars got some shady counseling and sent the suspect out of the house to live with a child pornographer cop. Wow. That's like an episode of my life disasters. Well, except I know what to do in criminal situations. It's like me marrying a serial killer. Same same.

And Josh just kept reoffending.

Whodathunk?

Of course, they didn't know these disastrous things at the time or so they stated. The services and ideas appeared great at the time. Famous last words. So all that is in the past. But how did the records which were sealed get unsealed and why? Hmmm. Interesting.



And...why are we demonizing these people on national television? Why are some lifting them up and hailing them as the neatest thing since sliced bread? Isn't it funny how reality t.v. goes balls to the walls until the families are real people and destroy the boob tube facade.



On the other hand, why didn't they just tell the press they wished to not discuss the issues or make an eloquent statement and be done with it? Now there are interviews and interviews and I have a headache. And the memes. Oh my. They are pretty brutal, but what can I say?

Like American families have never made mistakes before and sex offenders is a new thing. It's funny how I started the journey with child crimes in the late 90's and early 2000's and America still doesn't get it. It is still the most underfunded issue in family services and law enforcement in the nation. I think I am typing harder, so if the font is bold, it is because I am so frustrated with backwards and "Head In The Sand America." 
Yes, I'm THAT artist.

Let's go, people!

Get a fucking clue. Or buy one.

It's a problem in every crack of the land-rich or poor-ordinary or extraordinary.

What makes me shake my head the most is the comments on news feed that conservatives think it is OK to molest your children, you just have to ask God for forgiveness. Really? We think it is OK? Idjits. Shame on you for saying such vile things. Grr. Makes my blood boil.

Liberal versus conservative versus progressives versus rhinos. Gah. This is something which should not be party biased and should be an issue the nation deals with together.

Why is this dominating news feeds? What about ISIS? What about the economy?

What about Hillary's email scandal?

I bet she is happy her uncomfortable demise has been taken over by Caitlyn Jenner and the Duggars.

That's it!

This is a Democrat party ploy! Give the Americans some gossip and they will sweep Hillary under the rug and she can go on without a mark.

Just kidding to my liberal friends.

Actually, it is plausible.

Kidding! Maybe. Ok. It was the best idea that came to mind at the time.

Just a little conservative humor there for you.