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Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Merry Holidays, Peeps!

It is the week after Christmas and before New Years Day. Hope you all had a very Merry Christmas! Happy birthday, Jesus!
Just so you know...I'm super tough. Thank you, God.


In Muncie news...they have opened the fire stations and city hall as warming stations for the homeless or those without heat. 

In Wyoming...you had bridges. Or the mission if you were sober. If not, we had the bed and breakfast on the hill...El Clinko. 

My question is...how do those firefighters get any sleep when they have to entertain guests?




In Georgia news...Georgia Cop Block founder, Jonathan Beavers of Canton was arrested on a charge of impersonating an officer and currently remains in the Cherokee County jail. Credit...WSB-TV 2 Atlanta news. Thank you for that update! And Karma...she is a bitch. Oh yes, he lives in mommy's basement.Sigh. 

In world news...I don't know. I unplugged during the last few days to celebrate Jesus. 

I will be working on a Law Enforcement Today post. Give me some ideas! What do you want to know? I got a lot of nothing going on in my head. I think school zapped my brains. 

Call the COPS!






Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Hells Bells....The Dark Side Of Christmas

Holy balls, I haven't posted on here since November 29. What the heck?

School overtook me like a wolf over a herd of sheep. Wait, that is far too violent of a thought. Maybe like fox dangling a carrot in front of a rabbit hole. No, that is horrible.

Like a group of Sassenachs befelled America. Again, not a nice thought. Wait. That did happen.

Like a bottle of Listerine overtook a hobo under a bridge. Wait. That is kind of sad.

Like a nut influences a squirrel...

Not really. I was on a great hunt for Sasquatch. It took me on a great journey. I cannot talk about the rest. I have been sworn to secrecy.

Anycolloquialsms, I feel decompression is finally happening which is remarkably similar to quitting police work. Oy.

The STRESS!

I was speaking to a professor in the hallway and he told me not to sweat it. Since he got his degree from Notre Dame, I think I will take that into consideration. One more year. This time next year, I will have a master's degree. I hope. That is, if I don't screw it up.

Christmas is upon us. Happy birthday, Jesus! Yay, God! I love this time of year. People are nice for a few days. And then grumpy again because they spent too much money. Not me. You cannot spend what you do not have, and so I like to spread cheer and kindness. So do not despair, if you did not get a gift from Fargo. I still love ya!

And now to damper our good spirit.

Can you believe a study by Kyra Hamill claims Jingle Bells is racist? I mean, seriously, why are we even here anymore? I need to get a hold of this paper, because what I find online does not describe anything remarkable to me. And...just like any other song, it has come to mean something else to other people. Geez.  Are liberals going to take the fun out of everything? Next thing you know, Santa will be proven to be the leader of the KKK. Maybe AC/DC had it right in the first place?



Maybe Krampus should pay someone a visit.

How much worse can it get than pissing on peace time and holly jolly traditions? After all, does this really matter and why do we pronounce such preposterous notions? Well, it did create a stir. Just like the mouse.

And, we must not forget, Christmas is all about baby Jesus. Santa came later. And pretty soon, we mixed the holy with an extra "l" and got holly jolly.

Next thing you know, Silent Night will be sexist and was geared to shut up victims of sexual harassment and assault. Ok. That was a bad joke. (And a segue to my newest article on LET)

Too soon?

Lots of prayers up for the world.



This is a holy time of peace and joy.






I hope your holiday season is merry and bright. God bless!












Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Snark and Circumstance

Well...what day is it? It's hump day.




Even babies can read my mind











Let's look at it like they do in the south. Where in the south? Straight to hell. That is how far south we will go...(for example to clarify)...


  1. Go humping if you so choose with a willing partner.
  2. Hump to your heart is content f your significant other designates so on the calendar. 
  3. When you exercise hump day, make sure you have permission. 
  4. You can go hump yourself.

Or it might be bump day if you are Matt Lauer. Holy shit buckets. Maybe they can make the Matt and Charlie Show or Lauer and Handsy.

Not Really. I think they should leave television and go make inventions for people with arthritis. Dinosaurs would even use them. They can call them:

The Handsy Rose and Lauer the Grabber.
Not really. Don't be a tool. It's not really cool to make fun of serious things. Too soon! Too soon!

Do you ever think it is ground hog day? Not Feb. 2nd, but the movie. History repeats itself. The days are repeating themselves. I'm getting a little scared. So, let's go back in time to 2009 in order to clarify what is happening today in my college classes. I must also preface that this call in 2009 occurred over and over and over but with different people throughout my cop career.

WTF just happened












So, I picked up this girl on a warrant. Stuck her in the g-ride and drove diligently to the jail.

She had a mouthpiece...you know, the kind that her mother would not approve. She was very disrespectful and cussing the entire time. Not that I have a perfect mouth, but I try to use discretion when those words slip out. Love these types. Please, Lord, give me some duct tape and make it legal to use it!

Well, I listened to it. Why? Because I had to and I could not transport her in the trunk. So, to soften the blows, I turned my music up a little. You know my music. It's a little...well..."rappy."

Yeah, as you would guess, that didn't make her happy. You know what she did? Yep, she did...she said, "Oh, bad ass bitch cop gonna drown me out with her music. I see how you are..." On and on. She didn't tell me that only once, but twice, thrice, quatro, cinco...on and on.


As we approached our landing, almost to the jail, she stops and says, "I'm majoring in criminal justice. I'm going to sue you! You didn't read me my rights."

Most often statements like these are followed by the famous Fargo eye roll, but she couldn't see it when I was in front of her as her pilot. Who would want to waste that valiant effort on that empty soul?

I calmly stated, "Miss, I don't have to read you your rights unless I am going to ask you questions. Maybe you should read Miranda v. Arizona and other case law. See, you are arrested on a small bench warrant...really nothing I'm interested in because I concentrate on catching real criminals, not wannabes. But here you are in my patrol car. Had to arrest you because of a warrant. Nope. Don't have to read you your rights...and the Judge says I have to arrest you. Because if the Judge didn't make me, I would toss you right out. Why? Because you are annoying. However, if you want to exercise your rights, I would suggest you pay attention to your right to be silent."

Well, that shut her up believe it or not. Oh, yeah, old and wise beats young and hostile...every time.

Either this day keeps repeating itself or I am getting paybacks from being so snarky on duty. I think she followed me to grad school and sits next to me in a policy class. Karma. She is such a bitch!

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, 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.



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.






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.