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Monday, November 20, 2017

The Worst Advice We've Ever Heard About Hands

Ok. The bellyaching and crybaby crap is over.

Thank the Lord!

I was getting sick of myself. If I were an Egyptian, this is what the wall around me would say about that journey of sulking madness.

𓀃𓀄𓀐𓀀𓀠𓀾𓁍𓁝

Who noticed the news? Charles Manson is dead. He was dead to me anyway. 😈😈I said that like a drama queen. He was impressionable to some crazy young kids back in the day. I did a paper on him once in high school and followed the stories out of curiosity. I came to the conclusion long ago, that he was just nuts and nutted off much like the mass shooters of today. The difference is he is not as disconnected with the world like a blank page, but has some personality. I don't know if that even makes any sense.

Overheard some peeps at the university rant over guns. They said they could not state one good reason to have them and all needed to be banned. I really need to go back to my Wyoming. Like pronto. Live in the woods, in the mountains, in a small cabin, next to no one.

I like differences. I embrace them.

Except California thinking. I believe it is taking over the country. Californication. It's scary. At first, I thought it was a fun porn thing. But then I figured it out. I'm slow. They were supposed to  secede from the union. Instead, they are infiltrating and slowly taking over. Although, I believe these were Indiana natives.

I have to remember a university is never like the rest of the world, but they are teaching everyone for the rest of the world. DO YOU SEE THE PROBLEM HERE?

It just makes me acquire more ammo.

So this week is the start of the feasts, friends, and family events I used to respond to in blue. How many families can say they had the cops over for Thanksgiving or Christmas? Huh?

Such an honor.

Try harder this year to NOT to do that.
When cops resort to being firemen.
After all, those cops have such a bad name right now.  They might come in all guns-a-blazing or something. Not really. Well, maybe. If you're one of THOSE kinds of families.

Don't be one of those.

Don't be a fireman either.

Since the world is changing and full of reformation, things have been coming out of the woodwork. Hollyweird is now living up to its odd and strange reputation. New shows are appearing in the mornings right before the soaps. A few of them are called: Hollywood Gropers, FEELings with the Stars, and The Joker's Beguiled. I heard prime time was bringing in a new competition show which is currently in the works. It's going to compete with The Voice and Dancing With The Stars. It's something about 7 Things About Hands Your Boss Wants To KnoW or Why We Loved and Now Hate Hollywood Gropers(And You Should, Too!)

It's a funny world out there. and handsy. Penile dysfunction does not always mean you need viagra. 











Thursday, November 16, 2017

A college Haiku of sorts

I'm pretty sure I am losing it and reverting to high school.

I am depressed when I don't get an A.

Statistics.

It's the devil.

I will be lucky to pass.

Passing is a B.

It's a struggle.

I struggle.

Sigh.

So instead I just sit here and cry like a big fat baby.

 And feel sorry for myself.

Like a boob.

What a boob.

Suck it up, buttercup.

If I have to take this class over, I might be a monster student with deep anger issues.

Not really.

I'm not a snowflake.

But alas, I am still very sad and unhappy and angry.

It's like I'm a snowflake inside.

I think I'm going to go find Hillary.

I will  ask for her connections to "give me a pass" in this course.

Please.

Just this one time.

Maybe next semester too.

Second course in statistics.

I just got inducted to Golden Key Honors Society.


It is comprised of the top 15% of the university.

But it might be short lived only to dive below the mark a semester later.

This is not a Haiku.

The words are all wrong.

But a sad, sad college story.

From an adult, non-traditional student's standpoint.

Most young ones would have just shot up the place.

Instead, I'm going to seek out Hillary and ask for help.

Wait.

Is she even relevant anymore?

Humor.

I still have some.

College life.

Chirp.

Chirp.

Monday, November 13, 2017

A Constitutional Right? The Cops Smash Out Freedom of Expression

Greetings, friends and foes!

My latest article on Law Enforcement Today for your perusal. I thought it was a little snarky, but it did not generate much traffic. We did have some fairly good discussion on a LEO private page with it.

Today on The Boogie Man FB page, I posted some nice peace and love memes. Spread kindness. Like jam. Why? Because it is easier to spread jam than jelly. NO! Because it's free. And it makes the world go around.

I have unplugged from news the last few days. I tried to catch up today and found it was about the same as when I left off. So, therefore, I think I missed nothing. But here is a meme which sums up my thoughts on college campuses right now, including mine.

THIS should not be tolerated. For reals. It is whacked.

You are only safe if you are a liberal speaker. What happened to this world?

When they invite extremists like Bill Ayers speak without redemption but not a conservative extremist like Ann Coulters, I find it very ironic. Now, I don't really care for either one of those persons, but I do not understand why there is a difference in policy and protection of free speech.
It kind of reminds me of this free speech or free expression I squashed while on patrol...

A little throwback funny for you today...see if you can recognize the sarcasm in my mind when I wrote this. Oh, and yes, these wer not politically correct times nor was I always "appropriate", but I was real. 

Picture of actual hooker I ran into...KIDDING! Well, maybe


Running code to yet another family fight, I heard a call come over the radio.

A dispatcher off duty was following a car with 3 men wearing bandannas over their faces.

Not strange if you are riding a horse in a dusty storm...or in 1870 robbing a bank. Or even normal attire on Halloween. But this was in the middle of the week on a hot August night. I did not recall any insurgence of bandits coming into town or even a new gang.

Picture this: the backseat passenger was holding his hand over a girl's mouth and she was screaming. Several calls started streaming into the 911 center as other citizens reported the strange group. Naturally, a bazillion  three cop cars started hauling ass toward the direction of travel. Soon, it was a cat and mouse game.

Thinking I was missing out on one of the local high school's theater group pranks (complacency and doubt giving me preconceived notions), I skeedaddled to my family fight and dealt with it as fast as I could wrap up a domestic argument.

Afterwards, the bandidos were still on the loose but the PoPo finally pulled in behind them and had pulled them over without incident.

Rookie. Training Opportunity. Or as we like to call them RTOs or "meat" calls.

Lepreshawn thought this would be great training for a felony stop for Lunch Money, my rookie. Although the heat of the stop was over, there was still an investigation to be done.

I wandered their direction and with a glance and some inside knowledge. I observed the yahoos in the car were 3 young men, currently on probation, who had become frequent flyers in the course of their childhood. They were familiar. I recognized them. They were gangsta wannabes with no real ghetto experience. After the fake guns were put away, we identified the "brilliant mob boss", Max.

MAX: Hi, officers. Just joking! We thought it would be funny to ride around with bandanas and pretend we kidnapped someone.

ME: Where did you figure that was a good idea? Out of a Cracker Jacks box?

Scha-wing! You just landed yourself the attention of the entire city. And we have all day. Idiots.

Strangely enough, the car smelled like weed. The kids smelled like weed. Must be weed. Sure enough. Lepreshawn found weed.

And so...gangsta wannabes became gangsta wannabes with weed tickets. We might turn them into real criminals after all.

ME: You might just want to tie those bandanas around your neck next time. Use them as a necklace or as a tourniquet. Just an idea.

MAX: What's a tourniquet?

ME: A really tight necklace.  You can't be a gangsta if you don't know what that is. Just sayin'.

MAX:  We are. There are gangs. You don't know what we are capable of.

ME: I know you are capable of being the only people in the city dumb enough to ride around looking for the PoPo to pull you over with guns and to turn yourselves in for weed.

MAX: We didn't do that.

ME: Really? Aren't those weed tickets in your hand? And don't I have your weed? And didn't you do some crazy shit to flag us down?

MAX: *blink*blink*

ME: Oh, and tell your probation officer hello. I expect that revocation warrant to be out next week.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Quagmire and Opto-mistic Prime

Many of you may not know, that stress has kind of gotten the best of me at times. I was browsing my posts and recognizing only an angry woman. I really don't feel that way, but it was then I was motivated to write a post. All of a sudden, Bitchfest  began. Much of my frustration stems from two influences: my financial and life status, and aggressive and negative people. Some of those I know and some I do not.

For example, Lord Farquaad and I have deteriorated to a point I have to call police because he constantly yells and curses at me and the neighbors from his porch. The town believes he is losing it and request reports. I lost my temper over the weekend and did not do anything bad, but I should not have yelled back at him.

My words consisted of yelling at him to stop harassing me and the neighbors along with addressing his foul language around the kids. It just got worse to the point I outstretched my arms in a "bring it on" fashion and challenged him to call the police to resolve his issues with me...whatever they are, because he can never give me a good reason about why he hates me all of a sudden or what I have done. He just stopped and then his wife interjected. I have decided she is a delusional peach. So, I called the cops.

Lovely.

It turned out fine and of course, the PoPo sided with my concerns and encouraged me to report everything. Beat me now. But they had to mediate and compromise on both sides. So, parking in front of my property and not extending one inch over to his, is a compromise. Do I mind? No, but I do not like the fact that Lord Farquaad now thinks people cannot part in front of his house because the police moved them last time. Granted, we were only a few inches past the property line and legally parked on the street. It is a public street. People cannot govern who parks in front of their own homes when it is public parking and legally parked. But, Ok. Give the crazy dude some bones so they can come back and say, well now, this one time...

I'm tough. I can get through it until I can sell. We now have learned about the vicious cycle of Harry Potter residents and I feel sorry for these people. Only one lasted over 20 years, with the rest moving in about 3-4 years. The ones previous to me were less than 2. I had thought other circumstances, but now it is perfectly clear.

The cycle will end someday when he passes. He is over 80. But until then, misery.

Add into that the wackos of the world. I am surrounded in academia with UNLIKE thinkers. We have people who "DE-FRIEND" people who do not share the same political views. I'm not talking about just social media, I'm talking about defriending for life. This is an odd social experiment and tells me that the mentality of people is very fragile. This alarms me because deep down in there, there is a sensitive vulnerability which makes me think they will someday easily snap. I see CJC majors who hate cops who want to be one and I'm like..."why are you here in criminal justice?"

I know people who feel it is no big deal to deface the American flag. I see people who think it is OK to not respect officials and talk nasty to police before they even know where they stand or what is going on. It is a "my phone is in your face" because they must record everything because no one can be trusted.

Additionally, all I hear around me is "fuck America", "fuck our president", and "fuck you". Anger. Everywhere. It gets old. And if I remind these folks about being the positive change, they flip me off. This stews and it makes me worry about their reactions and future thoughts turning into aggressive physical action.

NOTHING. MAKES. SENSE. LITERALLY.

I look at the American societal changes over the last few years and behavior has become aggressive and accepted. Mental illness is abundant. So why aren't we focusing more on helping people?

It's a mystery.

Lately, I love the results that restorative justice is not working and the price is compounding a social problem. Hmm. Could have told you that. However, some of the programs are necessary. Now this does not include drug rehab or mental health. Those are services required in sentencing. Restorative justice pertains to work programs like boot camps, lock down housing facilities where they take them to work during the day and they are locked down at night and on weekends, etc.

Maybe that is what we are seeing now. Our mentally ill society has not been helped or contained, but now are acting out on their internal aggressions as irrational and dangerous as they are. I still believe deregulating mental health was a mistake. It needed to be seriously reformed, but letting the inmates run the asylum for years has now created a very tenuous society.

Parents stopped making their kids suck it up with the bumps of life.

Let's derail the train to me. I think I need to talk about me. LOL.

I'm at a poverty level. I live in a home which is under construction and disrepair. Really have never lived like this in all my life. But I do not go out and commit crimes or stop moving forward and strive upward. I think it says a lot about backgrounds and how we are raised.

My pay really sucks, but my benefits are great. I get a lot of free stuff. Like free gym passes, free events. incentives, and a tuition reduction. It is really the only way I can afford to go to grad school. For which I am very grateful. I hope to figure out what I want to be when I grow up, and find a viable job somewhere. I'm not attached to this area. However, my daughter is and I figure once I get her graduated, we both can have wings.

Despite my struggles, I remain optimistic. It is who I am. Opto-mistic Prime. I could be a Transformer.

Watch Netflex Manhung: Unabomber. It was excellent and I felt the pains of the agent as I became obsessed with my cases as well. Oh, the dread that came with this series. I relived my detective days. But this was well done and so interesting. You will feel pained for both Ted and Fitz.

My life really gets better in 10 days when Longmire airs its last season. It will be bittersweet.

But, luckily I have Netflix so I can watch it again and again and again and again and again.

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

The New Govt Death Traps

The Sheeple

Anyone notice there were 4 killed in action.

Only one complained about the message, not only the message, but the delivery.

Only one had a congresswoman present.

Only one was black.

Sure, there are questions that need to be answered for the families.

But you seriously believe the president of the US called someone to be mean? If so, you are an idiot. I can say that and I don't even know the guy.

Do you think it was unintentional offense? Come on. I find it a little suspicious.

A lot suspicious actually, and I am sick of it being frontline news.

It is true the president has no way with words at times and other times he is very eloquent. But this issue is a political hindrance because frankly, many people want to take the presidency down even if it is fighting dirty, fighting with bullshit, or twisting a moment in time. It's that bad. THIS is that bad.

And shameful.

If the president of the United States called anyone over a loved one's death and the words were just not right, do you think they called NBC news? Come on. Stop fueling the crap. Like in all avenues.

Sheeple.

I am sure there are those that will hate the fact I even wrote about this. Watch. All new death acknowledgements will now be a written form letter from the WH and no more phone calls will be made.

You go too far, man, to take someone down or discredit an office. Too far. There are many legit ways the president steps on his own dick. I still like the stock market and I still have hopes for improvements. I remain optimistic. Why? Because it is my country.

Boobs are falling all over themselves and the more this stuff goes on, the more I am sure no one has free thinking anymore combined with a huge loss of common sense and increases in tantrumitis. Go see a doctor. Pronto.

The down low on the 5-0

That different rationale brings me to more issues we have around the nation. Police are so afraid of lawsuits and being fired as cops, they cannot do their jobs. More and more so we are instilling bad habits in cops and we don't even know it. Stop it.

Case in point, departments making policies that female officers have to pat down female arrestees. Whiskey-Tango-Foxtrot. This, in my opinion, is a dangerous policy. First, you will pin yourself in a corner of having to have females officers run all over town just for that. Wasted resources. Second, then you will end up making the men transport females without a pat down to the jail or to a female dispatcher (not a cop) to pat down a female. So many ways I can say this is bad policy, but that is some of it. You can see the safety, liability problem, and bad policy making in this scenario all over the place. And if you are worried about "possible" allegations, you should get out of the business. You need to be proper, safe, and do the job without bias. Period.

Let that sit in your mind as you are being robbed and the cops have to wait for the right angle to unleash the suspect from your throat. Oh, too late. You're dead.

I am mad as hell, Eddy.

Way mad.

People are being utterly stupid. I cannot figure it out. We all raise up against brutality because it is wrong. I know this. But you do not know cop work. Period. Never will.

Just a few days ago, I had great conversations with upper middle class Americans who think cops are not good, that they are inherently bad. Part of that stemmed from dealings with the criminal justice system. Then, I see students who are majoring in criminal justice and hate cops. In fact, they bad mouth them as a class. I'm like whaaaa? You are kidding me right?

Talk Like The Mafia Day

Oh and by the way, I got corrected the other day by a professor when I was giving my best Mafia impersonation. Funniest thing. They don't get street lingo or humor. I understand. Students get so offended anymore that they have to adjust to literalness.

During this time (in the presence of a professor), I was talking to another student who was very serious and joking with her and said, "It don't mattah." Two seconds it took the Prof to say, "It doesn't matter."

Yep.

I smirked. Do I care? Nope. I think I might talk more like that. Yes, I'm a shithead. It's just like the times I say, "Forget about it."

I know nossink!

Takes all kinds of personalities to run this joint. That's me, Fargo.





Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Candy Girls

Well, I feel fall finally trying to settle in. It's down to mid 70s this weekend. Could you feel my hint of sarcasm? I love fall, however, we have had a long summer and now we will not see too much of the colors we are used to because of the dry heat. The leaves went from green to dead. Sigh.

I read the long range forecasts and it appears we are going to have a mild fall/winter with rain, drizzle, rain, rain, more rain, and again...rain. This means it could be ice storms if the temperature drops enough. Beat me now. I do not do ice storms. Give me 12 feet of snow, but not one ice storm. No thank you. Power is out for DAYS around here when that happens. Time to recon. I guess if all else fails since we do not have wood back up or free standing gas stoves, we could do a hobo fire in the back yard? Roll in the grill inside? Hmm...let me think on that. 

I don't really understand the map this year. It seems to me that California and Florida had sex in the middle and that is where the snowy area is. Um. Yeah. That was a gross analogy. They threw or spattered a little up northeastern way. Yeah. Again. Gross. 

Why is everything sexual?

Don't even think about turning me in. I didn't touch you. Too soon! Too soon! 

If you are offended, please leave. I don't want you to be offended. 

But seriously, I think all this stuff coming to the surface in big waves is odd. It's been going around for years. I've been told people now feel safe and are brave enough to expose things out in public. I don't know if I believe that just yet. Some of it is true and that evolved over time when I was investigating crimes against children. However, it started in Hollywood. They are up to something.

Maybe I just don't trust those in the film industry because I think they are full on crazy. Not even half. All the way. 

Now Hillary is making a connection with all this Hollyweird stuff to the president. She did not take long for that opportunity. One thing about good 'ol Hillary, is she can always drive a nail in someone on someone else's dime, back, and opportunity. She is a piggybacker. No genuine originality there. 

And she should really keep her mouth shut, because after she ran her trap...the spotlight shifted to good 'ol Bill. Oopsie. 
Of course I had to bring this back out. She sets it up every time.

Oh, I believe all this horrible sexual stuff has happened. That isn't the issue. I just find it interesting that it imploded Hollywood. 

It's like an out loud analysis. 

Weinstein is now destroyed. Like seriously. If I were him, I would take what cash is left and flee the country, live off the grid, and change my name and appearance. I would probably have started when I got ousted from my company. That's my cue. I mean, it's pretty bad when you get removed from your own company. 

Just a thought, Harvey. 

I always watch these stories to see if the dude will off himself or face the music. Sometimes they are so narcissistic they think nothing will happen to them and they can just weather the storm. Well, Harvey, this here is Hurricane Effing Rose. 

This song is in my head today and now I am passing the torch of joy to you.You are welcome! 


Just remember not to take any sugar unless you have permission. Just saying. 

Monday, October 16, 2017

Buffering..Life Won't Load

Well, Lucille got fixed. It was a fuel pump issue and with towing it took an entire paycheck to fix at a local shop. Please and thank you. I don't even want to talk about it. It makes me sad and angry and this girl already has enough problems and emotions without going full lunatic over an unexpected mechanical failure. 

Moving on to things that do not matter:

So, I wake up to these images on the news feed. This happens to be Fox. Are you wondering why I look at Fox News? Well, I look at all of them, just so you don't think I am only reading the right news. No pun intended. I read both left and right. I am ambi-newsterous. Let me tell you, I think they are all Skewed News. There we are done.

But what alarmed me today is that it was Hillary, Hillary, Hillary. NO ONE CARES WHAT THIS WOMAN HAS TO SAY! SHE NEEDS TO GO LEAD A PRODUCTIVE LIFE...not in my newsfeed.

But interestingly enough, she is keeping the donation from Harry Weinstein. Why? Because she is greedy. I wish someone would give me big cash donations to spout off in public about nonsense. There is nothing you could say or do to convince me that that woman is worth any of my time and I am definitely relieved she is not president.


Now, another crazy thing in the news, this time on ABC is Kaepernick is filing a grievance against the NFL. Ok. He is unemployed. How can he file against the NFL? Can anyone do it? I want to file. I need some easy money.Well, for a minute it sounded like a good plan.

So he thinks he has a unfair treatment issue now. Maybe he hasn't been hired because he has an attitude problem and isn't that good. I mean, how many people are looking for second string players? He almost had a job, then he and his girlfriend created an issue. Well, yeah, you bad mouth me, I'm not going to hire you either. Don't bite the hand that feeds you. He severed his contract. Whoopsie. Sounded like a good idea at the time. I don't think anyone has seen a gap in quarterback service or plays without him. He probably thought he was irreplaceable. 


Is he really being denied employment because of the kneeling controversy? I think there are other issues. But time will tell how this pans out. Court is a funny thing. People would rather settle than fight the good fight. Used to burn my ass all the time in police work. 

In other news, Jesse James from Westside Choppers (the man only known now as the person who cheated on Sandra Bullock)  is making firearms at an average of $25,000 a whack. Hurt me now. Oh, yeah, they are gorgeous. But I can't invest that kind of dough, so they are only for the rich. Here's one for $85,000:

Lady Liberty

Added to his newest undertaking is Jesse James ammunition. I wonder if he will engrave every bullet. 

He is also selling honey called Satan's Nectar, part of his wholesome foods collection of Hell Awaits! And a clothing venture with the NRA in the lifestyle category including bar stools?

It's just a strange business portfolio, but I guess whatever floats your boat. I'm not sure if his new wife is the backer of these projects since she is an heiress, but she is no Sandra Bullock. Probably a nice lady, but caveat emptor: buyer beware. Jesse is a cheater and said, "everyone cheats." Hmm. Is that a theory or hypothesis?

Here is something that stumps me...local farmer's gun license taken away during home invasion self-defense case.  Bizarro. Sometimes I wonder if things like this are fake news. But if you had a subscription to the Herald Sun, you could read all about it. 

California continues to put itself at the top of Lunatic Land with its laws. Newest one is of course, you guessed it, a gun control measure. I don't know why things don't work in that state. Maybe because they have so many laws, no one knows if they are allowed to pick their nose with their left or right fingers.  

My favorite Whataburger fired an employee for refusing to serve police officers. In fact, it created an uproar in Denison as the officer had little choice for 24 hour service and loved their Whataburger. The company plans to meet with each officer and apologize and "make it right", according to the news report. 

And now a word from our sponsor. 

Yep, you guessed it. *crickets* This is a joke. I have no sponsors. But my life is always in this mode...buffering, loading, etc. 



Back to reality. Sigh. I have a lot of studying to do. I am hopeful that July 2018 will land me a good job somewhere. This better pay off. Otherwise, I'm just another almost professor with a low end job. Don't get me wrong. I am very, very grateful for my job because I have health insurance and the whole nine yards. But I'm 50 and never thought I would be making 1992 wages and starting my life over. I'm making the best of it. But, boss, I'm tired. Really, really tired. 

Can you guess what movie line that was from and the actor? 50 golden stars to you if you do! And go...







Friday, October 13, 2017

It's A Bots Time

When I was a kid, bots were those nasty things we found on horses sometimes. Now bots are dangerous cyber robots which I am seeing everywhere designed to divide America. It's brilliant really because without most people even knowing it, chaos is created and social problems will undermine the super power as we implode. 

So stop sucking into that vaccum. Wake up, America! 

We have news and bots making our country an internal boiling pot. 

America, put on your cyber britches. It's going to get worse.

So with that revelation of public service, I will give you real life problems: 

The funny thing is I always try to walk as much as I can...to class, campus errands, etc. I walk to the post office and store. However, when your car dies and leaves you stranded, you do not like walking. Like at all. It's the devil. It's a good thing I have a prep bag in the back because it was cold and I did not dress for the weather. Always be prepared. This is just another example that horses are better and why did we go and invent all these complicated and expensive machines! Karl Benz, I blame you.  Bless your heart in heaven, you smart bastard. 

So anyway, I now have to navigate a tow truck to get my car and take it to a nearby shop. 

This is not a good time for a car to not work. Is there really a good time for breakdowns? I think probably not. But this is not a good time. Thankfully, I only drive it locally since I started having problems about 2 months ago. They said they could not figure out what had happened to me and it drove fine and could not replicate the problem and they checked the engine codes but found those alerted issues to be fine...for 2 months. Now same thing. I hope it isn't a brain problem. Those are the worst. 

I will keep you informed. Why? Because you would rather know how my car is doing or see my cute dog than listen to the total dysfunction on the news. Right? Right. Here's my cute dog:


This is my Murphy. He is an Otis reincarnate mostly. It is eerie sometimes the personality resemblance. However, Otis was very well behaved most always. Murphy has a little stinker in him. 

My next adventure is becoming an avid bicyclist so I can go back and forth to work in rain, sleet, and snow without any mechanical troubles. Fueled by coffee and attitude, I will be sure to have reliable transportation.

I do have a bicycle. So I can start now.

Waking up this morning, I found the news quite humorous. Jesus Campos is now missing and Hillary and Bill are not speaking to each other. I also find it ironic that the Women Boycotting Twitter 24 hour movement was the hottest trend on Twitter. Say what? Snork. 

In other news, college is difficult to muster this semester. In fact, I have chatted with fellow students who are of the same mindset. It is coming to an end and hopefully I will score a job which pays above the poverty wage. Seriously. I am below poverty. At least it only goes up from here. 

It's Friday the 13th. Perhaps I should push my luck by attending a haunted house this evening. 

Monday, October 9, 2017

Board Out of my Mind

Howdy!

Mighty fine day here in the near south with tempt reaching 80. Drizzly with a chance of more drizzle.

For those of you who do not frequent Law Enforcement Today, let me link you to my last two posts which are creating scuttle on the interwebs:

Why Some Teachers Have Sex With Students

Racial Divide is Only Going to get Worse

In other news, I am still struggling in grad school, but I am determined.

Call me Thomas. As in the train.

Call me ambitchous. Well, that was always present and accounted for.



No, I have no thoughts on the Las Vegas shooter because I am waiting for all the facts.

If you take away his money, he appears to have the same psyche dysfunction as the others: disconnected, anti-social. That's all I got.  Oh, yeah...and he is a shitpouch.

And in other news, the news is still aflutter with crap. I think it is 70% crap. That is why this fall I will be tuning into TWD and Longmire for some pure entertainment. Possibly, I will read some book on breaks and dive into some essays.

Why? Because I have to school and I need to watch my shows.

All while trying to be a Momster to Bug and take care of the household.

My life is on hold, steady at boring.

Happy Monday!

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Flipping A B*tch

Update.



ISP say they cannot include nor exclude Daniel Nations as a suspect. I'm stumped by that, but it is what it is. I guess we will wait and see.

Vegas. Geez. What can we say about that? It is gut wrenching. Prayers up to all! ugh. I have no words right now.

Nor do I think it is a time or place to use political platforms to take a stance, but alas, those are in the news as well.

What shocks me about this is the abundance of fake information circulating early on. Wow. Now you have all different conspiracies going in and around all this stuff. Plus the armchair quarterbacks who know nothing about firearms, advantage points, and physics. I just can't even go there.

So I am flipping a bitch. That's what we call turning around in Wyoming. Yep. I am going a different direction today.


You get Fargo news:

1. The Harry Potter house is getting slowly but surely sanded and repainted on the outside. Yes, it is happening at turtle speed. Why? Because tortoises are in charge and we can only do so much with life and school and kiddo and kiddo school and dogs and stuff.

2. School is rolling. This semester is making my brain hurt.

3. I'm fat as a cow. Super fat. BUT..I reached a milestone that I can now bench 100 pounds in 3 sets of 5, 10, and 12. That's a big deal for me. It's not a max...I don't know what that is right now. It is repetition and strong sets.

4. Here are the latest articles on Law Enforcement Today:

Daniel Nations

Teachers Having Sex

Boobs

So strangely enough, the Teachers having sex thing is super hot and the boobs have failed. I mean 40 views as of now. Oh, man. That is an epic fail in journalism. No one wants to hear about breast cancer stories.

5. I seem to be a plateau in life. I really need some motivation. Maybe it was mid-terms or something. Not sure. I'm like a blah potato chip stale in the bag.

6. I really want a Glock 43.

7. It's raining and I have no umbrella. Well, I do, but it is in my car. Nuts.

8. I need more sleep and more coffee.

Have a great day and hug the ones you love.


Friday, September 29, 2017

#BAMserialkiller

If you aren't following high profile cases, then here is one to watch: The Delphi Murders.

The Mountain Biker Murder our of Colorado may also be a link to the same suspect. Perhaps there are more, time will tell.

Where: Indiana, Colorado

I just did a little news cut and paste and comparison
The pic is Daniel Nations when he was arrested in Marion County in November of 2016 and the sketch was compiled of the suspect from pic information taken from one of the victim's phone. I think they did a pretty good job.

If I had a farm, I would bet on it that they have the right dude. He has dropped a significant amount of weight which could be attributed to lifestyle or intentional changes trying to disguise himself. You can catch up online and here is one of the local sites.  I would be very interested in the time lines and details of all the cases.
Channel 13 Indy

Sounds like a serial killer is finally stopped. In fact, I hope so and may closure help the victims' family and protect public safety. Very sad that evil lurks among us like this.

What do you think?

Thursday, September 28, 2017

#Fakeblogpost

I feel that my writing has waned (not Wayned as in Bruce Wayne...Batman...but wouldn't that be more interesting) because of college papers, work documents, and life demands. Everyone is sitting and waiting in suspense. I know. I have nothing.

How many of you are going to be applying for Hugh Hefner's job now that there is an opening? Yes, I can hear the scrambling of applicants from here. Not really. That was a big fat lie. May he rest in peace. Who says sex isn't the best medicine to long life? Huh? I think he was living proof. Good thing I can touch boobs every day if I wanted to so I will live a long time. Sends a rage of hormones or something which then in turn signals the neuron firing pins and shazam! It's like I'm on the road to longevity. Here I thought I could pickle myself to having longer shelf life. I wonder if Hugh supplemented with coffee?

I think we really need to pay more attention

Are you sick of politics and football? Wow. Didn't think I would put those two words in the same sentence. I try to think back of how politics leaked into everything. I can't remember the first symptoms. Then it became an epidemic. So sad. Many were lost in the process and there seems to be no cure. We started noticing when these big strong persons were falling to their knees and could not get up until the music stopped. People have even taken up to burning clothes like the days of the plague. I don't know if that will eliminate the problem or not. It sure helps global warming. Maybe the CDC need to be in on this.

*crickets*

Did you pay attention that terrorists tried to take out my Mattis or at least threaten him and it barely made headline news? Seriously, people? He's like the rock star of the country. Whiskey-tango-foxtrot. But makes hardly a blip of a headline? Is that a national strategy to give no attention to ISIS or the Taliban? Maybe so.  I was suffering from pure anxiety and other emotional issues when I saw that and then I was like, "oh hell no." Nobody is going to take out my Mad Dog. And no one says much about and next on the news...football...again. #(*$&)(#*&R#$()&*

Yes, I know. It's all about racial divide. I get it.

In other news, you may have seen that Colorado might have snagged up the Delphi murderer. I think it's him.


Time will tell.

I think he also killed the mountain biker in Colorado. I think a lot of things. Time will tell if I am right or wrong.

Evil has many forms. Some we readily recognize because it is front and center. Others take a while to reveal or become unhinged. What horrible ways to die.

May the victims rest in peace.



Friday, September 22, 2017

Sh*tty Sh*tty Bang Bang

So I did not die. I know. You can't believe it and you had toasted several to my supposed demise.
Whatever. Wait. You made me say whatever. Have I ever told you I do not like that phrase? Ack.

As the world churns, so do the days of our lives. See what I did there all you soap opera fans?

Check out my latest contribution on Law Enforcement Today. It's like Frozen, only different.

So what have I been up to? About 5'6".

School. Sucks. Dragon. Balls.
Professors. Hate me. Hate my work. Not sure.
Life. Going Too Fast. Not. Enough. Time.
Projects. There.
Kiddo. Going Through Life. On Crack.
Dogs. Adorable.
Family. Good. Far Away.
Harry Potter House. Full Of Love.
Neighbor. Losing It.


So interpret that English masterpiece for a prize. Lord Farquaad has been going off the deep end. Literally. The other day I came out of the house and he came over the edge of his porch screaming and hollering. It was that shaking angry nonsense with spittle. And then. He called me "A Piece Of Shit" with clenched teeth.

I was like, "Wha?"

Oh hell no.

Yep.

He said it twice.

I just started at him while he raged about me being compared to a turd and then walked away.

Yeah, I really wanted to punch the grouchy fucker right in the face, but that would land me in jail.

Now will he come after me? Probably. Will I retreat again? Yes. I also know about the rest of the story if it happens.

It is medical and very not OK because they can't control it and I can't control it.

The whole neighborhood has been under siege. Not good. Not good.

There is more, but I will just let you know it is escalating and not good at all. Not good.

I need to get to the country and ten hut, ten hurry. I never should have left it. City sucks. Like all the time. I can't people. I can do it at work, then I need to leave them behind for wild frontier and trees.

Lesson learned.

Never again in my life.

All city property will not be considered and we are getting the Harry Potter in order to sell it. I need Calgon. Do they even make that anymore?


Wednesday, September 13, 2017

A Chat With Lt. Col. (R) John Mangan


There are moments in life when I get the privilege to speak to some great human beings.


Lt. Col. (R) John Mangan is an inspirational ambition junkie. Yes, ambition is one of the adjectives. Emphasis on inspirational- that is why it is first. Junkie is the noun. It’s a compliment. Inspirational. Ambition. Junkie. Say that fast three times or three times fast, whichever way your words crank.
I can tell this about him just by listening to the intensity and conviction in his voice. I also think he is a genuinely kind person who is very public service oriented. I do not believe he will ever slow down with his goals and achievements.
Recently, I had the honor to chat with him about his book, Into A Dark Frontier. You can imagine I felt very excited to speak with a great American hero who fought for our freedoms every day. Additionally, his book is so refreshing and different from anything I have read.
And then I got stage fright or something. Just when I thought I was on top of my interviewing game and prepared, I jumbled up my words like a moron. That part of the story will come later in the interview.
Wait for it.
Mangan is a decorated combat rescue pilot with an extraordinary career spanning over 25 years. He is very humble about that part. He also gives back his experience and wisdom to those up and coming by being involved in the service as a civilian instructor. He really enjoys it. I can tell he has a lot of pride and beams most about his family and is super excited about writing. 
Our conversation was very interesting and included book details, future works, some self-reflecting after the career path has changed directions. Oh, and right off we both agreed AND chuckled if conversation went silent, we could talk about guns. Like forever. John Mangan was a breeze at chatter and I could have talked for a lot longer. Needless to say, we never got around to weaponry.
Maybe you want to know more about this masterpiece?
I did.
Slade is a complex character. Mangan carefully constructed Slade’s story. You experience much of its detailed narrative and dialogue as if you were right there. Imagine the landscape. Smell the smells. Anticipate the next move. Who is chasing who, for what, and where are they getting to? You will have to read to find out where it all ends up.

But back to Slade. 

In order for him to be genuine and steer readers through the plot line, Mangan said he had to have a dramatic central tragedy which drove him to extremes before he circled back around.
There are hints of moral points in this book. Slade reveals what is driving him and as you coast along, you feel all those emotions. Certain things had to be played “sleight of hand” and others were planted right in front of your face. It’s all very believable.
Some things are metaphoric and strategically created by Mangan. I would blame that part on his military experience and instructing talents. It’s dazzling.
Lessons and revelations come about for Slade and some of the unlikely ones who come and go in the book. You visualize and feel the anguish, the grit, fortitude, and spirit.
As an example, there are times Slade is his own mental roadblock and works through things just as you would expect with struggles and triumphs. He calculates moves as well. Slade roars up from the ashes. You will be surprised.
Mangan brings Slade through the African experience in raw form for a reason. He is running from something.  He has owned his perception of failed responsibility and obligations to loved ones but he is torn about all of it while searching to find resolution. He is carrying a large amount of guilt which is a catalyst for his way of coping. Besides the mental baggage, he picks up precious cargo along the way. You get to figure that out. It might be a who rather than a what.
That isn’t the entire gist of the authorship. Moral code and political contexts are the undertones of the great story evolving with Slade and the characters he runs into while they all try to establish their place in a harsh environment.  Scary enough, all this could be a possible scenario with life.
The conflicts and faction building are real world possibilities where allies might be enemies and enemies might become allies. People could be friend or foe, or just someone you use to move forward. Maybe you trade to gain something.

Things are not as they seem.

Slade must wade through the maze of chaos and evaluate choices and allegiances.
Scenes represent real, imagined, and future episodes of a time and place. Mangan said he felt the current issue in Syria was a prime example of what he tried to portray. If you think about all the players involved indirectly or directly influencing the direction of a country, well, then you have Into A Dark Frontier right. There is a religious insert by way of faction which if we think about it- battles over religion, land, and political power is popular throughout history.
What is Mangan passionate about? He wants to get it all right. His readers must experience excellent creativity and an intelligent work of a detail oriented author. But not overdone. It has just the right amount of everything.
Not only that, Mangan wants to create something new that isn’t just the same overly done apocalyptic piece. This is not the end of the world. It’s the rebuilding of an area which has been floundering as a failed state. The rest of the world is still out there functioning as it does.

Throughout this journey, decisions matter.

Police work and combat have some crossovers. We both discussed missing some of the frontier moments and work independenc. They can really define things not only for the decision maker but all those affected by the results. His reflection on those times gave me a sense of his responsibility to humanity and doing things right. When he described what he meant, I could place myself in a similar world. Good or bad outcomes can occur from those split second commands and both can be eternal marks.
We talked about “best parts” of Into A Dark Frontier. One of Mangan’s most enjoyable scenes to write was a bar scenario. “It was a fun scene.” He put “government contractors” and “man bun journalists” along with Slade and company all in one room. All these dynamic differences and cultures are congregated into a small area filled with conversation and cheer.
It’s kind of like an American western bar scene where the cowboy toasts one before blasting them all up and getting the girl. Into A Dark Frontier bar scene is much different, obviously, and the bar scene has a stark contrast to any other.
The strong personalities are still there in a typical “boozery” fashion. But is that really the main service a bar provides in a politically collapsed land? Maybe it resembles an “oasis of peace” combined with “the office.” Bars are funny like that. Is it the last safe place to negotiate? I happen to think Mangan makes it brilliant. 
Then there is Elizabeth. Sometimes I am not fond of men writing the female lead character because they really don’t get us. It usually consists of one of two extremes: they exaggerate or underplay things. The worst thing a book can have, in my opinion, is a poorly written or off-putting female lead unless it has a horror plot. We are complicated creatures.
You can imagine the topic of a man writing a female character came up in our conversation. I wonder if John Mangan waited with a little bit of hesitation for my thoughts on Elizabeth from a woman’s perspective. Brace yourself!
Elizabeth has been developed very well. She checks Slade at the right times and prods him along in just the right ways.  She stands on her own merit. What happens to her is a very sensitive thing to write but when some gun powder and lead get around, you feel the vigilante in you rise up.  She isn’t done yet. Wait until book two. I hope she plays a bigger role.
Yes, he is working on the next one. I can’t tell you about it. From his descriptions and enthusiasm, it will be a fun adventure and not a continuance of the same old thing. You have to expect some secret squirrel. I am excited. He is excited.
We will just have to wait.

Some days you are the eagle. Some days you are the poop.

And that leads us to the Fargo Fumble. So, as I am a multitasker, I also fidget and focus on several things at once. I purposely housed myself in my Dodge Charger to talk to John so I would not be interrupted.  It is pretty close to sound proof from the college bustle. It would afford the opportunity for me to focus on my notes and have a great conversation with proper attention. That’s all well and good in theory.
Except for the fact I went to Lowe’s at lunch and had to get this Halloween crow thingy. And in continuation of the problem, I would have to play with it and watch the wings flap and so forth. I should have contained myself.

Where does this fit into a huge world fumble and a conversation with Lt. Col. John Mangan?
Mangan has received the Distinguished Flying Cross with Valor twice. That’s huge. In fact, that is bigger than huge. Those are two of his many distinguished awards.  I was in the presence of greatness, for Pete’s sake.
My uncle was in Vietnam serving in the Air Force. I am very proud of his service as well and gave a little background to John. In short, for all his efforts, Uncle Paul received a Distinguished Flying Cross.
So… while I was trying to make a correlation to the honor and the pride of the award bestowed upon a person, I was playing with that damned crow. Why? I don’t know. It was there. Staring at me.
During mid-conversation I said, “Flying…Distinguished Cross.” I didn’t even finish a good sentence or ask the question I had intended because midway I realized I had fubar-ed that up and tried to do a “passover.” Not in the religious fashion. Like a fly by.
What a moron. I know what it is! I know what it is called! I know what it takes to get the honor! It’s a big deal! Oy.
That pretty much killed the momentum of the conversation. I am pretty certain John Mangan thought then and there I was a complete buffoon. Yeah. I just skipped over it like it didn’t happen and worked on. I wanted to ask so much more about family perspectives and some inside scoop, but alas, I was a complete boob.
The moral of that little lesson is “Crows are really evil just like the movie The Birds.’ OR. “Don’t piddle diddle with battery operated toys in your car during an interview.”
Lt. Col. John Mangan, I am so sorry.
The good thing is I should be in his short term memory so he will forget that someday.
In the meantime, you can read Into A Dark Frontier and directly correspond to John Mangan through his website. He conveyed to me he welcomes feedback from readers because it helps him and he wants to know what a reader liked or what was missed. 
John Mangan really is an extraordinary person. The intelligence he has in that mind of his is astounding. I have a lot of respect for him and his service to our country. Link to his bio and hook yourself up with his book on Amazon.
Go live vicariously through Slade. You won’t want to miss it.






Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Things That Are So Wrong Go Viral

So weird these last few days. I have been hooked to the weather reports like a crack addict. Many prayers up for all those who had to endure Harvey and Irma. They are a couple of assholes.

The devastation around the path is horrible and I feel for all those people. If you can help in any way, please do. I do what I can.

I've been getting anonymous packages. The first one was an exploding can of dicks. My daughter laughed pretty hard. The second was some nice kitchen stuff. I have eliminated some people including all ex-husbands. This seems to be friendly fire.

In my neck of the woods, I have been operating at a float level. Call me a bobber.  I don't plow through the waves and I have not been under them yet, but I feel the surge of school getting a good slow start. My statistics course has already proven to be challenging. I received a 100% on the first one and an 85% on the second. Blah. And the hard part hasn't even started. Can't wait. I like statistics about as much as being sprayed in the eye with cayenne pepper infused manure.

Anymisery, I struggle. And to top it off, my advisor wants me to take the second class of stats next semester. All these students are like..."it beats another research project or additional thesis." I'm over in my corner going, "Nah. It don't."

Today I say fuck those numbers. I have software to do my work for me. For reals. How come the high schools can get away from teaching the basics and college is still in the stone ages? Just a thought. Asking for a friend.

Statistics became a super discovery and somebody thought it was a good idea at the time. Then it went viral. I need to find those people.








Meanwhile as I pout over trivial things, I read today that possible a significant number (10) of uncontacted tribal members were murdered by gold miners.

I can't tell you how sick that makes me feel deep in my guts. I really think those miners need to be tortured like terrorists before jailed forever like caged rats. Seriously, I have no mercy for pure evil.

Wow. I think I need to cool off on my sadistic thoughts. Nope. They are still there.

In fact, that's another job for Liam Neeson.


I think this Elmo video seriously disturbed me and makes me sad. But I keep watching it and looking at his poor face with fear in it. I'm sure he was crying out not to do it, but those sick bastards did it anyway just to make a name for themselves on the internet.


There is just something wrong about destroying a super cute stuffed creature that all he ever did to you was love you, snuggle,  and wait for you to get home. I mean, really. The world has become such a harsh place. It's a good thing I became callused as a cop, otherwise, I don't know if I could survive.

Stay tuned for some more good stuff coming later in the week.


Why are you still here?

Go home.

Do something productive.

Saturday, September 9, 2017

Into A Dark Frontier

Lt. Col. (Retired) John Mangan has led an extraordinary life. His military career and missions are well-documented in several novels. His combat action is something I think we only can envision from the details in the pages and from the screen, but I believe it is much more heroic and courageous than we know.

Maybe you are familiar with documented works about his combat action: Not A Good Day To Die, Zero Six Bravo, or None Braver. He has been awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross with Valor twice, the Air Medal twelve times, and the 2009 Cheney Award. (Mangan bio)

Recently, I read Into A Dark Frontier by the man himself. I find it difficult to describe the read in words. It is amazing. Right away I had admiration for the author because of his service, but then I found it in the pages. Into A Dark Frontier is smart. It is so technically correct. In fact, to the point I learned A LOT about military operations and jargon. But that isn't the best part. It's such an awesome plot.

There left no question Mangan knows what he is talking about and then he surprised me. Actually, at every turn the book kept my intrigue and was so descriptive in scene and character building that I felt I was right there. The characters are marvelously captured and their dialogue was a great compliment to the intensity of the story.

Into A Dark Frontier is set in Africa at a time where chaos and anarchy control the continent. Picture societal decay, rapid decline and reforming of moral values, and most all people disregard laws. 

Civilization as we know it has transformed into an opportunity to criminals to rule the land and take for themselves. Slade Crawford, ex-Navy SEAL, is the perfect fit for this thrilling suspense to right the wrongs and bring some kind of order. Not really. He's complicated. Well, actually, he is perfect for this story, but he isn't in Africa to be Batman. 

Slade's life is in transition stemming from a series of personal tragedies and flees from trouble to Africa. There, he is met with a series of very tense, suspenseful events leading to a fight for his survival. You can imagine with his background he is equipped to handle any demise. But is he mentally and physically ready for these challenges when the most evil of offenders surround his every move in a country of uncertainty? Why not?

Who do you trust? Where do you run? Will there be order?

He has a run-in with a man called Gary Kraven who is an unsavory character with a lot of authority and control over the region. I won't tell you what kind of run-in brings the two together; you will find out soon enough.

It really would make for an excellent movie.

But there Slade is, thrust into a terrifying storyline which leads the reader on a path of suspense. The issues are realistic and whether or not international matters reach these magnitudes of desperation where lawlessness rules, is really a futuristic possibility.

That in itself made me have some "reader fan anxiety" during moments of intense  and rapidly evolving situations. Mangan perfectly writes with graphic detail a very scary but exciting ride.  It's understandable how those predisposed to evil will continue that path without law and order to an enhanced state. Additionally, one can also understand how desperation and survival takes over society values and lawlessness begins to unfold rapidly into a collapsed society. Who can keep it together? Who turns? Is it everyone for themselves in a land of failed political structure?

Slade figures things out quickly and moves his way over land, assesses his surroundings, and determines friends or foes before Kraven turns him into his personal assassin.  It's a little game of cat and mouse in a sense. I guess you can call survival a game.  Slade uses his intelligence and military strategy to overturn his own misfortune, survive the danger, and unfold the mysteries behind what is real and what is perceived. Things are not always as they seem. Hang on to your hats because the ride is thrilling and the action is relentless.

I can only imagine the genius imagination coupled with military operational experience who drummed up this story and put it on paper for us to enjoy. Mangan wrote a brilliant piece. It is so different from anything I have read. You will definitely want to grab your copy of this debut novel. I can't wait for the next one.