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Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Dog & Bitch Island

Great reads are something I treasure. Ideally, I like to be thrown right into the story, to experience things first hand. If an author can take me to that place, then they have won my heart. Dog & Bitch Island got my attention.

It is no surprise that I have been enjoying the Ben Blackshaw series by Robert Blake Whitehill for quite some time. I have shared those reads on here, Twitter, and Facebook.

Blackshaw is awesome. I got to know him through Robert Blake Whitehill.  We are on a first name basis. I feel Ben and I are that close after all these years.

Ben's everyday life and high intensity exploits bounce off the sheets of Whitehill's smartly crafted adventures. But he doesn't just contain himself to a story-line that captures me hook, line, and sinker. There are times you might even find me interacting with him on Twitter.

He's real.

Well, at least he is real within the chapters of yet another fantastic page turner by Whitehill. Mr. Whitehill paints a vivid picture of Ben's adventures which unravel with each book in the series.

When I first dove into Dog & Bitch Island, I couldn't help but giggle at the dark humor Whitehill puts into the caption in Part I which contained his clever word play "My Body Lies Over The Ocean".

Maybe that was intended to put that song into my head.

Dog & Bitch Island sucked me in from the first page. I had to delay my read of it because of grad school projects and some testing. Boy, was I glad I waited. Well, sort of.

After I started reading, I realized I had missed Ben like a long lost friend. I would have surely flunked out of school by occupying my study time with reading. Once I started, I could not put it down. Your heart will not stop pounding from the first to the last page. Speaking of heart felt moments, you get one with the addition of a new Blackshaw character who leaves the door wide open for more thrills in the future. Wait for it.

Imagine an intro which sits in your gut like an overstuffed spicy burrito coupled with a tug at your heart like being homesick: a murder too close to home.  (I realize I have a way with words, but I had to explain that achy feeling.) What I am really trying to say is Dog & Bitch Island begins with intrigue and sickening news as Blackshaw is paid a visit by some feds.

“Plenty ways to get dead..." Blackshaw quips.

But he's not talking about a typical bad guy who might have been at the wrong place at the wrong time. He's digging at the messenger who delivers the news of his friend's homicide. Given bits and pieces of a classified cloud surrounding Lieutenant Cynter's death, Blackshaw follows the leads to unravel a cataclysm.

Well, I don't want to ruin it for you. Do these teasing bits interest you?

I am a little jealous of LuAnna Blackshaw who gets to be right there keeping Ben organized and focused.

Who am I kidding? A partner is more than an assistant. Family attaches you to things. "Things" or people who become ever so important. You can't help but like her.

“He killed a pony." Yeah, that didn't sit well with me either, LuAnna.

Making an innocent creature target practice really gets my goat. No pun intended. We are speaking of a horse after all, not a goat. Her take on valuing animals high above human casualties seemed to mimic mine.

Perhaps, I exaggerate. Maybe. I have a deep love for God's creatures.

How is a dead horse attached to Cynter? You must read on. Dark things happen. Every part of Whitehill's latest is action packed with plot twists and surprises. It won't disappoint.

If the allure of murder mysteries surrounded by military action, law enforcement, and classified operations is your thing, then you need this. Dog & Bitch Island has it all. So much fun!

I think you will be pleasantly sad, (if that is such a thing), that the end of another good book comes too soon.

Blast it!  Mr. Whitehill, you got me hooked all over again! Do not part me from Blackshaw too long! I cannot wait for the next one.

Dog & Bitch Island is where Ben Blackshaw's SEAL background becomes the foreground.

 Get it on Amazon! 

Unfiltered is how I take my politics

So Barbara Bush is not dead contrary to some fake sites I saw on friend's feeds and shared. Gah. I hate it when I am a sucker. I've slipped a lot.

Gunny's agent broke the news he had passed, but then I was skeptic about the real news because he had been subjected to a hoax toting those same words in 2009. I wished it weren't true.

RIP, R. Lee Ermey.

He reminded me of my dad in some ways.

For instance...this meme is pretty much a favorite saying of my dad's, especially when he was fly fishing or watching the news.

So, farewell to a great one. We can remember him in his greatest moments on Full Metal Jacket or as a History Channel narrator or a gun advocate.

He made a lot of sense which was often glossed over by those who do not understand dry humor or direct points. Unfiltered.

Prayers for Barbara Bush as she has surrendered her health to living without furthering medical care to enjoy her last days. She is a classy lady and matriarch of the Bush family.

Monday, April 9, 2018


A good book is like an old friend. It gets really hard when it comes to the final pages because you have conflicting emotions of sadness and satisfaction. Curtis succeeded in making me a bigger fan of his Grey Man series. Actually, now it is an addiction sneaking up on me like the Longmire problem. 

The Cronin chronicles get better with age just like fine wine. You would know that if you knew John Cronin. Twilight is the 5th book in the series and the story lines and depth gets better with each one. I am ready for 6. 

To my surprise, I got an autographed copy of Twilight in the mail this weekend. It was so thick and rich with book worm goodness! I might have squealed!

You can't go wrong with this series, especially if you like westerns with some action and good old fashioned cop stuff. Set in Texas close to border issues, you will find yourself right alongside John Cronin as he fights the bad guys. Cronin is a shit magnet for danger. He keeps trying to gracefully stretch into the veteran years of law enforcement, but he loves high crime. And high crime loves him because he has many enemies. 

While retirement is in sight for the ol' sheriff, trouble brews as he continues to be a knee deep in danger. There are times he is unsuspecting of the lingering trouble. But his keen sense kicks up or his mad skills to make it out by the skin of his teeth. 

He has a different approach now. 

He is passing on the torch. The family business of law enforcement grows and flourishes while John Cronin mentors the "replacements". 

One would note the stubborn streak was passed down to his daughter who seems to have his rough edges with a little of her own showing through. She is spunky. I think Curtis's characters might take on some real life similarities to himself and his family. I do not know them personally, but I am supposing. Cronin might be a "Mary Sue" or "Marty Stu", rather to Jim. Why do I think that? Because I have been around the interwebs long enough to detect characteristics and personality. It's a compliment, really. 

Action packed and full of thrills abound in this story of good versus evil. Will Cronin be able to hang up his hat? Can't tell you that, but you are sure to find fun and good old fashioned police work and bad guy problems in this one. 

Bravo, Mr. Curtis, for another great adventure in The Grey Man series. Keep them coming...even if you succeed in retiring the sheriff...or not. Twilight is definitely a thumbs up! Get it on Amazon!

Thursday, April 5, 2018

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

The Bear is Loose

So I thought I finally wrote a good article which would resonate with people and take off. It has not. What? People only want to hear about firearms and bad news? Nothing funny? Nothing different?

Apparently not. I keep bombing it with the folks and my last four articles have gotten little traffic or not even a discussion.

💥💥💥💣💣💣Have I lost touch with law enforcement? Have I got no good words to share or entertain? Am I irrelevant? What is it? DO I SUCK?

It could be all of those. Right now the jury is out.

Have you noticed Facebook feeds are piling up with a lot of political hot points again?

It's like every one you know is poking the bear.

Poke. Poke.

Dear Jesus, 

Please forgive me for using your name in vain right after Easter. Or ever. I think it might not count, because they spelled it wrong, so it's not really you. 

Love, Fargo.

I have friends who post passive aggressive posts which say things like: "sometimes people piss me off and post stuff that doesn't align with me" or "there are friends on my list who are out of control and might get defriended" or "there are friends who post things that hurt my feelings and make me crazy" or "there are friends who comment things which really make me mad" or "our 2nd Amendment is old and worn out".

You know what is funny? They put this passive aggressive shit out there in hopes the person they want to call out really sees it. What if...that person targeted really doesn't give a shit? Then what?

And what if they never read it?


It happens every day.

It's the beauty of diverse feelings, attitudes, different cultures, beliefs, and norms.

We are all different.

We do not have to think YOUR way. But maybe we do. Maybe we don't. Your way is not necessarily the only way.

Incidentally, I believe in free thought. I think we should not having to cater to the conversation because it is what the audience wants to hear, but really we should bring each of our perspectives to the table. Then have a discussion. If you must slaughter non-conforming toads, then de-toad away. In the end since you cannot have an intelligent conversation without tantrums or physical aggression or even verbal attacks, then what does that say about you?

If you cannot get a productive conversation going, then you cannot devise resolutions and plans. And conversations do not always have to be nice or fluffy. But they should not include violence unless we are truly going to war.

These conversations and ideas and problems do not have to align with you. They could be relevant to someone else. And you should not have to get physically aggressive when things do not go your way.

I said the same things over and over. Why? Because if you repeat something enough, it becomes a habit. Duh.

But there is no such thing as a good Totalitarian way. Maybe there are a lot of citizens who are really socialists. Hitler was a socialist. But many people seem to forget that because it only works when it is convenient. You can just change the narrative. Change the arena, throw it out there and it draws in the suckers as convincing propaganda.

You know what the best thing to do is? FUCKING LISTEN. First.

Friday, March 30, 2018

Secret Cleveland: A Guide to the Weird, Wonderful, and Obscure!

Some of you might know I live in the Midwest now. WITSEC. What can I say?

While here, I read.


Because I'm weird.

And if you don't believe that I am weird, then maybe you should ask the divine Deb Thompson.

She knows I am weird.

And she wrote in stone. Not really. Ink.

Not even disappearing ink. It is there forever. For my heirs to see.

I like weird people, weird things. When I travel, I also like to explore out of the ordinary monuments or the quirky of what makes a city great.

Deb and Tonya have found it in Cleveland. Can you imagine the giggling and wonderment that went on while exploring this city? Or writing this terrific collection?

I wonder how many great cities hold these secrets that many of us may never know. Now while Cleveland is close and I have been there a couple times, I am excited to go back and hit some of these hot spots Deb and Tonya have pointed out.

Perhaps they can tell a tale of your city.

Secret Cleveland: A Guide to the Weird, Wonderful, and Obscure is such a fun exploration of Cleveland which I do not know much about. There is literally so much to ponder in the city along with its great food, sports, [parks, and amenities. So why not?

The bizarre things a city has to tell should intrigue you and draw you in like a good spy story. Can you imagine how some of these things came to be?

Well, Deb and Tonya will tell you some of the backstory as well.

Pick. it. up. It's easy. Amazon will bring it to you.

I can guarantee you will be surprised, learn a little bit about some American history and appreciate the wacky and wild contained in the great city of Cleveland!

I even shared it with friends and family. It's clever and fun!

I Need to be a Tree

I think mothers will always doubt themselves. I often think I could do more, should do more, am not doing it right, I suck. This video is exactly what I want to tell my daughter. So, instead of being a good mother and instilling this...I just sent her a video on Facebook. Is that how it happens? We reach out to them and by the ways we do, we submit to their way? Ugh.

I guess it matters not how, but that you do.

It is Holy Week. Today is Good Friday. This week gets very emotional for me. On top of that, there is a lot of turmoil in the United States mostly regurgitated in the news and social media feed. I'm just kind of waiting for it to subside. And the issues about repealing the 2nd Amendment? Well, yes, there are provisions for amending the Constitution. But have we lost our heads as a nation?

I frankly think several are running around with their heads cut off.

That's about all I have to say about that. In the meantime, I am searching the map high and low for a safe place to live void of all this stupid shit with no state income tax and peace. Yes, far away from people. I think I need to work for the forestry service.

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Bravo to the 5-0

Several book reviews await to fall from my fingertips. First, I must school. I have a test this week. As of yet, I am not prepared for it.

Dear Fargo,

We are not surprised.

Your one reader

Preparation seems to be missing from my tool belt. I probably better work on that.

Dear God, 

It's me, Fargo. 

Shine on me, God. Insert smarts.
Perhaps the heavens can just shine down on me and offer me some free smarts. 

Why do I have to earn everything or face the struggle bus? Oh, and asking for a friend. 

I have attached a picture using myself as the example.

Your biggest project, 


So back to the test thingy. It's happening. Tomorrow. Call me slow to respond to the studying vibe.

Actually, I think they call that procrastination. See, I like to skim. I glance. Papers are my thing since I can be a master of bullshit. But taking tests, not so much.

gleefully happy
The end of the road for the master's degree is suddenly upon me. Well, sort of. I graduate this December if I don't flunk out. Pray for me.

I also need a job that pays the bills. Like...one job. Gotta get it.

In other news...

Today, I am gleefully happy as I relish in the death of the Austin bomber.  I know. I know. That is hateful and sinful. Sorry. Not sorry.

Hopefully there are no more culprits and he was the only one. Apparently, he was not as slippery and intelligent as Ted, because he got caught fairly quickly. I was impressed by the swift police work on that one. Bravo.

Another bravo goes to the school resource officer who shot the Great Mills school shooter yesterday. Bam! Just like that LEOs are excelling at their work. And going home to talk about it.

Good guys-2. Bad guys-0.

The latest on Law Enforcement Today. Click it. Read it. Share it. I need all the pennies I can get. Well, most of all, I hope it is worth reading.

Next up will be some fabulous books you will want to snatch and read. It's the new thing...snatch and read. No, I'm not the snatch. Quit calling me that. It is a catchy new phrase for book worms.

Sunday, March 11, 2018

Throwback from the Way Back

If you haven't seen Wind River, the movie...you should. 

You should also see the place. Beautiful. But there are troubles and struggles. The movie was released last year. I have watched it probably 10 times already. I know. I'm weird. Same as Dances With Wolves. More so with that one, actually. So Jeremy Renner is perfect. He could not have been better. So was everyone else. Except the cops should not have stood at the front of the door when knocking x 2. But that is minor. It is very realistic and sends out a much needed message. Go see it. 

In the meantime, here is a throw back from a battle at the Events Center stemming from some interviews I had while waiting on the detectives. This happened long before Wind River was ever a script.


Saturday night was quiet..too quiet.

At about 8:00 pm...the night changed to chaos. Looking for a drunk driver was about all I had for excitement. The radio blared with units to clear to a fight involving 100 people at the Events Center. Knives, bats, and blood. One person already was reported to have a knife in his back.

Highway patrol, deputies, police from two other suburbs, city police...all responding. When I arrived, it looked like an 1800s battle. Sarge called it the reenactment of the Battle of the Little Big Horn.

People fighting on the grassy knoll..tumbling down...beating one another..not like the grassy knoll on which the mafia claimed to have shot at the Kennedys, but like General Custer...parking lot, sidewalk...inside the facility.

Most of the cops were forming a riot line. There was no control of the crowd. Control was not maintained by anyone. It was a free for all. Crazy.

The Events Center staff later told us they had never seen anything like it.

As I exited my g-ride, I plopped my pepper spray in my cargo pocket. It was the big fogger can. My stick was extended and I was ready to draw if I had to, but I didn't see anyone brandishing any weapons...just chaos and screaming.  My hopes were that I could just push through the crowd to the wounded. I knew my pepper spray would probably have to be my throw down weapon once used up or if I needed to draw my gun. As I drove my way through the crowd, I saw the victim with the knife in his back. It was not superficial, just barely stuck type of thing. It was all the way in. He had a punctured lung and the ambulance crew was trying to attend to him while two Native Americans were rushing the ambulance crew.

Soon some CPD cops were throwing them off so the paramedics could stabilize the victim.

Two other Native American males ran my direction. I tried to snatch them up and they fought and ran, but I caught the slow one. He was a witness and was later taken to the police station where I received an education on the war that was brewing on the Rez...over 100 miles away.

Once the crowd dispersed, the witnesses were taken to the station. My transport had a flowery disposition as well as the same type of past. He told me his story and I listened intently because if he were to even talk to a white woman...let alone a cop...that was something. He said I reminded him of his PO (probation officer). I asked him if that was good or bad and he said, "You're alright."

"I can tell you're different."

He laughed and asked me why I was so at ease with him and treated him with kindness and respect. I said, "I've been around a long time...don't get stirred up..and it's not like you're a monster."

"How do you know you're not staring one right in the eyes?"

"I don't. But I can just tell you have  some good in you even if you are naughty."

He smirked and told me he would have turned out different if his grandmother, an Arapaho woman, wouldn't have saved him. He said he is still bad, that he can't help it and defending family honor makes him commit crimes.

I nodded my head and told him I understood it was his way. It still didn't prevent me from doing my job and he nodded his head and said he understood I had to do what I had to do, but the police weren't going to stop him from doing what he had to do.

When he was 14, he was arrested for arson and grand larceny. He told me he went to his own house after he found out his mother was beaten to kill his stepfather who was the assailant. He stole all the money and a gun and burned the place down, but his stepfather got out alive. His mother, a battered woman, helped her son. She went to prison for his crimes.  Her son was sent to the rez.

His crime spree didn't end there.

He didn't show me his criminal side while we were waiting for the detective. I listened, acting like I was half interested-only I was enthralled as he told me this matter would be taken to the rez where he would be avenging his family. He said it would end in murder. The feud stemmed back years prior to some unsolved homicides...wrong doings, rapes, and fights...three families at war...two tribes. The battles have escalated to several assaults, rapes, and even death.

We weren't able to convince him or any of his family that the police should handle the matter. Deep down inside, it was frustrating but somehow I understood where he was coming from when he said it was their way.

The FBI and BIA were notified. They already had word of the threats to take matters into their own hands on tribal land.

All I could really do was listen and forward important information to the proper channels. If he wanted to talk and share, I listened. Of course I didn't take notes. What kind of cop do you think I am? He wouldn't talk to me if I was writing shit down.

Yes, everything was legal and by the book. I'm not a shady cop, just a good listener when it matters. I have a special place in my heart for Native Americans because of my grandfather. I don't understand all the current ways and whys, but I cherish their old ways and appreciation for nature.

Just remember Gannet Peak...the highest peak in Wyoming. I've been there. Have you?

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Noise Pollution

So, The Guardian reports today that Trump has pissed off the conservative masses. Well this might be true, they also used a poll which I would be leery of publishing. It is one study. And consequently, the demographics of these respondents may or may not have included all regions of US. The Guardian also cited a poll that claimed 84% of Americans agree with this new push for gun control and favor such a law as Trump poses.

Obediently, I clicked on their link and it took me to the Pew Research site.They polled roughly 3930 adult Americans, only 1269 were gun owners. Now it is true that research involves less sampling than this and it may be an accurate perception, but remember the polls on Trump vs. Hillary election time? All false. So, I would caution the masses that this poll is even remotely close or may be partially reflective. So I encourage you to look it over for your own information.

Noise pollution.

Let's think about this. It does not matter if the gun owners are in the minority or majority of the population. What matters in today's times is if you offend one person. Notice I made that big. Then the laws must level and even to accommodate that one person.

Now I might be somewhat exaggerating. No, I'm not. That is how it works.

But I cannot concentrate on what I am ranting about because I actually have a student singing in my office and I have no idea what I am typing because this is driving me nuts. And she talks to herself. This will not last. Why? Because my tolerance is about as much as it is for talking to people about gun control lately. Fuck me in the ass. SHUT UP!

Ok. I feel better. No, she is still singing. She is so nice. SHUT UP. I can't stand it. Constant chatter, constant singing. WTF.

Noise pollution is what it is. I suppose it is her therapy and I have to tolerate it.

Anypolls, this reminds me of No Child Left Behind, where we lower the class standards to meet the lower level students rather than giving them more attention to get them up to the level they need to be at. I call this Dumbing Down America. It was a nice idea if you were drunk.

Not only that, I get hounded all the time everywhere about gun control. Really, I just want to pee in silence. If I don't agree, I get attacked or pshawed. Like I don't matter. Oh, you don't count, Fargo. You are just stupid and blinded.

Outcasts, people....mass shooter profiles. Oh, and they are mostly liberals. Look it up.

Treat people with respect. Good thing I am a conservative. An outcasted conservative just grins and moves on. We might say a lot of fucks. But we don't shoot people for the hell of it.

Fuck we are mean. People are mean. Be nice.

You know what? Imma gonna just go take my bible toting ass and my guns to my safe space. This shit is getting whackadoodle poodle around here. STOP THE MUSIC! QUIT SINGING!

Fuck me in the ass. Students.

Monday, February 26, 2018

This, This, and That.

Well, OldNFO called for the old me to come back. Here I am...and here is a chance for all those who disagree or wish for a more profound stance...to burn me down. I'm ready.

My homeland was faced with a dangerous situation. In Gotham city, our brothers and sisters in blue had to deal with this yesterday.

On social media, gun control advocates are out in full force. For quite some time I chose to ignore them. Then I proceeded to engage because the stupidity of some was just too much. I had some good civil discourse, some great conversation, and in some cases I am sure I was on an alien invasion thread. Sigh.

The stupid is strong in many.

Sadly it is easily fixed with education. However, most cannot enroll in that notion because it might open their eyes and change their position. Wow. What a concept.

Over the years, my position has changed on many platforms with time and knowledge. People are driven by their own fears and skewed intakes rather than intelligent, all encompassing data.


I cannot help it if I have had a dose of the real world to help me form my decisions.

Academia is not reality. However, it is necessary. But still, not at all reality.

Come back in 20 years after you have entered the real world. Then talk to me.


But then again, the world keeps disclosing these really evil people and things and conspiracies. Maybe the wingnuts are right. Or left. I guess it depends on which side you come from. That was a punny.

>>>THAT. >>>>>>>

Friday, February 23, 2018

Shake Your Penguins

I've decided I am not being real fair on this blog. It's too one way. We need flow charts and many skinned cats and circles.


Because blogs are often the opinions of the author and therefore, super biased.

For that reason, I have made today FARgo Out Friday. 

So, in form of some kind of tradition, I think we should do something unique every Friday to make sure we are balanced individuals. Showcase our society's stand outs.

Now, while I partake and somewhat am fascinated with ancient healing (massages)and natural products (not pot), but still pay a doctor for necessary doctor things, I don't go over the top with any of that. Moderation. I like smell goods, natural products, and massages. Sometimes I think it is just an oxytocin thing. That's not oxycotin, people. Similar, but very much different. Get my feels?

I think there are some great ideas made by geniuses out there and some whackadoodle poodles.  And it floors me when some majority of somebodies thinks an idea is good and when it goes public, I am like...WTF.

For instance, Teletubbies. They have to be the creepiest thing invented and for some reason people thought it was a great show for kids.

Fuck that.

No amount of debate is going to convince me  that Teletubbies were not created by someone other than a man who lives in mommy's basement.

Recently, I discovered this " The Learning Station". Not real sure about it. I will have to ask a new mother. However, they do some weird ass shit. It's just one of many of the newfangled waves.

And here is another thing. Have you noticed how for lack of better term "fucked up" and "creepy" kids shows are?

I mean the creepiest thing we had was Mr. Rogers.

Then Captain Kangaroo was borderline. But besides that, we had Bugs Bunny, Andy Griffith Show, The Land of the Lost (sleestacks were fucked up scary), Underdog, Scooby Doo, Sesame Street, Tom and Jerry, Captain Chaos. etc.

Good shit. It molded me. Shut up.

Maybe that is what is going on in America. We have too many scary kid shows. We are starting them way too young with rainbows and happiness and Disney. Disney even has taken a turn. They have written all the realism out like ...well, you know. Those shows are real, right? We all live happily ever after with roses and riches?

Back to the content of today. We either have way over here soft and silly to way over here violent and Silence of the Lambs scary. We need to bring back more porn or something. When they took all that sex out of Game of Thrones, it really got too violent and bloody. Nothing to even it up. Balance.

But with kids, Saturday shows are just scary. And when I mean scary, I don't mean horror types with too much violence. What I mean is, "What is this shit?" Like Teletubbies.

Sometimes I wonder if these shows are really science experiments on humans.

Maybe it's really the government sending out crazy shit to brainwash us like playing a record backwards. Remember that craze?

No kidding. I mean, who acts like this in real life? It's borderline silly.

Or my other theory is that Hollywood is using it's crazy magic to turn the new world order. Except it just imploded with more sex scandals. Like we didn't know that was going on. Come on! They made movies about it. Hitchcock and Tippi Hendren? Duh.

Well, this was too much for me. Back to our regularly scheduled program of frown lines, sarcasm, and world chaos tomorrow.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

HR DIE 2. It isn't about Star Wars.I Got Nuttin', Honey

I got nuttin' today. People nuttin' off here and people nuttin' off there. I bet you can't understand the code in my title. It's all about this post. HR DIE 2. Think about it. A bill that kills the 2nd Amendment.

Words cannot really describe my reaction when we had a discussion about gun control in every class, when I walk down the hall, and when I sit at my desk. My mistake is that my emotions over the entire issue are shot and so I don't nut off, but I get irritated (Just keeping with the theme here). I wonder how many irritations it takes to make a person nut off. Perhaps I should conduct a scientific test of this inquiry.

So how many people do you think are scared or fearful when they see someone carrying a gun in public. Oh, about a bazillion more than you would think. See, I expect every one is armed. I also expect if it is in plain sight, you are a cop in uniform, stupid, and/or allowed to lawfully carry that weapon. So, it does not make me scared or fearful. OTHER than, I want the element of surprise should I have to use my gun and therefore I choose to carry concealed, unless I am hunting.  I think no one would think about an old fat lady carrying a pistola.

Me being innocent while armed
But then again, I cannot believe how many people are afraid of the sight of guns, mind you. I understand each human is different and fears are different, I do.

Now picture this...the argument was that if I fear guns and fear those carrying them in public, then you, as a law abiding citizen, should not be allowed to do so because it scared me and affects my quality of life. I shit you not. That is the liberal argument I am hearing. My first reaction (inappropriate) was , "Are you fucking kidding me?" Then I was reminded that some people didn't grow up in a gun culture. I'm like, "well you smoking in public affects my air and every time we go to a bar I look around thinking about which one of you dumb mother fuckers is going to kill me when you drink and drive." Not really. I didn't have that argument going on in my brain. Come on, now. Do you think I've gone full on whackadoodle? My real reaction is just to stare. Why? Because it is all I can do. But I guess you could sit in a bar and try to guess which one would end up killing people because everyone in a bar can't drink responsibly, right? Ok. I know. I'm going philosophical rogue.

And then I think it makes about as much sense as anything else. But what doesn't go through their mind is that the person carrying that firearm is a responsible law-abiding citizen because the criminals are going to hide their gat in their pants. And the likelihood that someone carrying open or concealed is an evil mofo is very small in comparison to the likelihood that the person is A-Ok and nothing will happen. I shit you not. Criminals hide shit where you wouldn't see it.  That's not a banana in their pants and they aren't happy to see you, btw. No, that part doesn't go through their mind. Only fear of the device, and the if it is in plain sight adds to the fear of the device,  and the thought that everyone is unstable. Because why? Guns are scary. You would think they were a one-eyed monster. No, I'm not talking about a penis. I'm talking about a firearm.

Try to explain to someone that an AR-15 shoots the same as a semi-automatic handgun. One trigger press at a time. Nope. They think I lie. It is a .223 rifle...just looks scary or cool depending on your perspective. I mean, if the manufacturers would make it out of wood, we wouldn't be here discussing this silliness.

Then the argument came out that the frontal lobe is not properly forming and we have a lot of delayed adolescence, therefore immature and irresponsible people who can't cope. I somewhat agree with that but how immature do you have to be to disqualify you for a firearm? And just because your frontal lobe is small, should you have to wait until you are 21 to own a gun? Now the argument came up that everything else is 21, why not wait another 3 years before you can own a gun. I said, "because it is a right, not a privilege. Voting is a right. Owning a firearm is a 2nd Amendment right."

Well, that fell on deaf ears because I am being unreasonable.

Additional to my concerns- when you keep regulating and regulating because raising age limits is regulating, then you start squeezing the likelihood of more and more rights being poofed away right before your eyes. Now that doesn't mean I don't think age is important. This is one factor which we need to think about. Giving up little things is OK if it doesn't hose you later.

But people don't see that down the road and I am being "ridiculous". Furthermore, I tell people laws need to make sense and be enforceable not created just to make people feel good. Am I willing to find solutions and compromises to fix our society? Yes, but it depends on the ideals and resolutions to which way I would agree or disagree. Then I like to think about the total outcome. Now raising the age to 21 is probably the least restrictive and easiest to enforce, but will it stop there? That's my concern. What if those folks join the military? Then what? Yeah, mofos, you just hosed over a soldier. Oh make an exception. Yep, that's right, but he or she would still get hassled on the mainland by the Popo who wouldn't know. And then they can still possess but just not buy, right? I mean think about it, dummy pants.

Then, what's the point? It's like a 21 year old going to buy juveniles alcohol. Same. Same.

What? You can legally give guns to someone or gift them. Yes. Because possession is OK, just not purchase in this case. Oh, I didn't know. Right. I know that.

If you regulate maturity and you regulate responsibility and you regulate mental illness, what the fuck do you have? A very fucking scary situation is what you have. Are you kidding me? No. They are not. They truly believe these are solutions. No amount of counter argument or other solution is going to convince anyone for gun control that these are dangerous ideas. THAT is another scary thing...that no one thinks these are scary and dangerous ideas...slippery slope.

And here is the thing. Do you have a test for evil where we can just demolish that population all together? Well, if you do, pass it on to me and I sure could have used it as a cop. Evil has many forms and faces.

And regulating a bazillion good people is going to stop one evil person from harming one or many? Not so sure that is going to work in today's age. Maybe solutions to fix our broken kids, families, and drug addictions would be a better focus and use of money. The only thing these ideas are going to do is make someone feel better. But NOT FIX ANYTHING. Hello!

You have to forecast enforcement, project problems or work arounds, and then think about whether implementing is feasible in all ways...money, people, resources, etc. 

Well, I can't write any more today. I'm seriously resemble someone with Parkinson's  right this minute with all the SMH going on.

Monday, February 19, 2018

Dead Poets Society Revisited


My head hurts.

All I see everywhere are protests and gun control memes. And rants. And soapboxes. I tried to scroll past them and let people have their ways without joining in on the conversation. Instead, I spent the weekend focusing on dead people. Yeah, really not an uplifting topic, but I have two research projects focusing on infant mortality differences in 50 states and defining successes or failures with CDC protocols on reducing SIDS. Beat me now.

And I just am not real happy with my group right now. Our literature review is due next week and I have contributed 3.5 pages and a reference list. iOn top of that, I wrote 4 pages of the paper on top of the lit review. They have not contributed anything---not slicing and dicing on my work, no comments, no additions with their own work...NADA.

Yep. We can see how this project is going to fly. And discussing with another group member on a different project, he told me "Your literature review should be only one page." I'm like, whaaat? It's supposed to be 2-3,000 words according to Purdue APA standards. Not to brag, but yes I am going to brag. I have always gotten 99-100% on my research projects. I may not be a good test taker, but I can write academic fluff quite well because I have mastered the art of bullshit and word razzle dazzle.

In fact, one professor told me I was performing at doctorate level and encouraged me to continue my education. Not so fast, Doc. I am burnt the heck out. Still have another master's program to go. It should be much shorter, but now they tell me no bueno...have to do the entire thing. Stats all over again. I'm like...I already did that shit and paid my penance. Bastards and their rules. In the meantime, I will relish the compliment because that is a big deal when I feel like a dummy in a pool of smarty pants.

I am continuing to read some books in my very little spare time. I long for the days of diving into a book for pleasure and finding it is not Political Analysis or Statistics or anything academic. Oy. Der troubles we haf.

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Put the lime back in the coconut...

The armchair quarterbacks are coming out in full force over the Marjorie Stoneman Douglas High School shooting yesterday. It happens all the time. Then you have stupid memes without facts toting gun control and condemning conservatives. Why? Because somehow all the mass shootings are our fault. 

I have watched countless numbers of school shootings unfold, but this one rang too close to Columbine. I actually shed tears last night watching news feed of students tell their tales of fear and horror inside, watching parents, and imagining the families' pain of the 17 dead. The last time I did that was Columbine. Why? Because I depersonalize these incidents and go into cop mode. Even though I was in cop mode while watching the news last night, it overwhelmed me. 

Yet, throughout the years, all we have done is taught those inside to have better options on how to save themselves.Why?

Because of money.  Our law enforcement numbers are too low in every state. Additionally, the country doesn't want to spend the money to put armed police officers at every school and surely there are those who do not want to arm their teachers who may or may not be able to handle that kind of responsibility. No one wants a fence around a school like a prison. Why? Because that is awful. And we aren't supposed to have to defend our children like that. It is unfathomable. 

We don't want to put money into mental health. It's too much of a burden and needs too much funding. So a little here and there is window dressing and we feel better that we are somehow contributing. We don't want to spend money on restoring the nuclear family. Why? Because it's Ok that you are dysfunctional. It's your life. Privacy. Rights. But maybe we need to look at restoring our society from within...one person at a time reaching out to others. Oh. That's a concept. Won't work. Why? We're too lazy and busy and it works for a couple weeks, then we slide back into comfortable. 

So what simple measures can we take right now because legislation and other measures are slower than the wheels of justice? Be vigilant. Be kind. Be active in your community. Advocate for common sense approaches. Logic. 

Report strange or suspicious behavior. Then do something to help or intervene. Be a tattle tale. Then when people tell, listen. Wrap love and kindness around every little kid you see without being a perve or inappropriate or scary. I mean, when is the last time a kid made you smile in the store and you acknowledged to their parents they were adorable or told a parent you were impressed with their kids' behavior? Why not? Oh, probably because you were too busy focusing on getting the hell out of that crazy chaos and brushed quickly by. 

When was the last time you contributed to a youth project and reached out to community groups or members or church or some type of function? Why not? Don't like people? Then do something online. You can advocate, volunteer, help, contribute from anywhere. 

Now the Florida shooting was sinister. The suspect started on the outside and drew attention, then pulled a fire alarm. It is horrible just thinking of his strategy. All the protocols were breached. 

But we still don't do well enough on a daily basis. 

Observations of some situations? Sometimes the school doors aren't locked. We are slow to react because we don't want to "over-panic", so then we have delays in responses. Lax protocols at the front office where sometimes the person buzzing in the outside people doesn't even look. Why doesn't someone walk around school grounds or pop outside to the parking lot once in a while just to stand near the entrance and look? Keep vigilant without looking like a prison guard. Why do we have to have these extreme measures? Because we have a disconnected society. Another social problem we don't want to fix. 

Look. We can't go back to a time this wasn't even a thought. Why? Technology. Technology has ruined our innocence of life. It's a fact. Our kids are exposed to all things which desensitizes them and creates little disconnected souls. Parents really have to work hard to fight for their children to grow up protected from a lot of that outside noise.

Mental illness is out of control. We ignore it. People over medicate. People under medicate. People self-medicate. No coping skills are taught. Until our country takes a hold of this mess, we are only going to continue on this same track. 

And we have evil people. They exist. In all forms. 

What else? People don't parent. The nucleus of the family is broken. Broken people. Get it. It's really simple. 

We loosely enforce the gun laws we have now. What makes anyone think we would be capable of enforcing more? And it only makes the law-abiding type comply anyway. Cruz legally purchased his own weapon. But he was a cannon waiting to go off. No one intervened. His parents had passed. There was no way to intercept this young man unless it had been done in prior years when people noticed and were around him. It is a very sad exception. 

And what are we doing now? Second guessing what we could do at the schools. We aren't making talking points about how to fix our disconnected society. 

Gun control. 

In pure unfiltered panic, people are all up in arms about confiscating all the guns and doing another ban. Ok. Do it. But first, I can envision many problems with that. 

Gun control is a knee jerk reaction to solve nothing. Gun control is based on the fallacious assumption  that ordinary American citizens are too clumsy, dumb or angry to be trusted with weapons. Really? Who are your suspects in these cases? Focus on your suspect profile, people.

Slippery slope. Remember those words. Coincidentally, President James Madison has his name on my house deed. Cool, eh? That's my Canadian coming out. I'm not Canadian, btw. 

Anyhoozle, James Madison’s “Memorial and Remonstrance”where the founding father WARNED that “it is proper to take alarm at the first experiment with our liberties,” was and is important to grind into our minds. Republicans have over the years and often referred with disdain that tyranny and our demise might first begin with  a “gun-grabbing agenda.” The idea of universal background checks for gun buyers may sound mild and reasonable, but then you want to ban the mentally ill. But what defines mentally ill to the point you are incapable of having firearms? I think we can all agree on the far end of that spectrum, but what about the gray areas? Then liberty is squashed.  It’s the first step on a slippery slope that ends in the government raiding your home and taking away all your guns. Oh, Lawdt, Fargo, you are out of your mind! That is extreme. Well, you have to go there. You have to go to the extreme. I don't have a problem with the current background checks, actually. It's painless. Right now.

But we have to go down the slipper slope to see what would come down the pike. 

A constitutional law professor might be fully equipped to explain why my hysteria around gun regulations should be dismissed as the ranting of a crazy gun freak rather than as the position of reasonable person.First, people are going to argue the Constitution and say that constitutional rights are not absolute. Egads, Batman, then why were they intended? To be absolute, buffoons. Yes, that is what the founding fathers meant by their words and signatures to the document. 

When we concede that we must give up our rights so the few innocents can feel better, then what are we doing? People will start in with privacy has conceded by the internet and metal detectors at various places and giving up certain things for certain privileges. Well, don't fly, don't go there, and don't drive, right? Think about your argument before you go rogue.

So, what would a simple background check have prevented in the last incidents? Nothing. It would have changed nothing. I'm not saying a good guy with a firearm would have helped anything either. 

One thing is certain. Gun free zones are soft targets. Look where people are attacking. You really have to start thinking of this as war. It's how my mindset operated as a cop. I was vigilant almost 24/7 in everything I did. Most citizens are remiss. 

Why have laws if criminals don't abide by them anyway? Do I really have to answer that one. We all walk fine lines. Admit it. If you could kill a child molester, would you? If you could speed without repercussions, would you? There is clear evidence that laws do influence some behavior. But you need to evaluate all regulations and law before you lump them in and say gun control is going to work! Because the proposals I have seen, ain't gonna cut it. 

Another area no one wants to tread is the absolving of religious ideals. Religion is another area where rules and morals guide people. But now we burn religion down. It must be eliminated from everything it grew from. And we cannot accept others for their religious differences. Shh...don't mention you are a Christian. See how we have evolved? We have become lawless. I'm not saying everyone has to have religion. It's just a social observation that we are declining and becoming morally bankrupt. 

It's suddenly acceptable to have little morals or beliefs of any kind. Everything goes. You can be kind to others in public, but beat your kids and all is fine. You can drink and drive, but work hard and be productive at your job and all is fine. You can speed as the only law you break and all is fine. Ok. So I'm going a little cuckoo trying to explain this, but maybe or maybe not you get my drift. That's a speeding term, btw, not snowbank. Pun intended. 

Let's go back to banning AR-15s! Ok. Then when the next choice of weapon is a homemade bomb or a different semi-automatic weapon, then what? 

When will one of the solutions be to blame the bad guy. If you take mass shooters profiles, they all have similarities. So go treat that profile and help those people. Intervene. Treat. Nope. Those persons are too difficult to deal with and often have no support, so we just leave them out there to get more angry and more evil. 

So if firearms are more lethal than any other weapon, you think we need to take it away? So only the bad guys then can be armed? I guarantee they aren't going to give up any guns nor is the government going to confiscate them from their homes. Why? They flop. They run. They hide. They conceal. 

We have a gun culture. Started back in oh, 1776 or so. Hundreds of years of a mindset. 

Feelings of depression and helplessness are probably on the minds of many today. But don't start advocating for something that makes you feel better. Advocate for something that makes sense. 

Why don't you look at state comparisons of those with a gun culture like Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, compared to Illinois, New Jersey, Connecticut, Florida, and others. You also need to take into consideration geography and population. I could be snarky and say strong valued people live in the more rugged, isolated states and crazies flock together in the big cities, but that would be somewhat inaccurate. 

Don't even take into consideration an argument of gun control for suicide prevention because type of instrument really doesn't mean anything. You have weather, personal strife, and mental illness to factor into that. That's a whole 'nother ball of wax.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

a Day of Beheading

Of course I have to post on Valentine's Day. Duh. It's the day of beheading Saint Valentine, a Roman priest supposedly accused of practicing pagan rituals or going against the Catholic church. I just think the narrative fits someone's fancy as the stories are all different. Oh. Just like they had "fake news" back then. Snork. Had to put a plug in somewhere, right? Even holidays are not free space.

I hope your day is filled with extraordinary kindness and love from those around you...even stranger danger! But be safe! Just keep that personal space of 3 feet and all will be fine.

Be well!

Happy Valentine's Day!

Love from Fargo

Monday, February 12, 2018

Monday In Emojis

Happy almost Valentine's Day Day! 💓💙💚💛💜 In case you are wondering...it is not my favorite holiday. My dad made it special as does my mom. My memories of great holidays started as a kid and if they weren't great then, I can't seem to make them great now. 

So I just think of it as candy day. The good Russell Stover fluffy pink strawberry cream filled with chocolate outside. We used to make candy grams in high school with those attached. Every year, I eat on to remember the good old days when I delivered to the entire school and never got one in return. Such a sad life, wasn't it? LMAO👄👄💣💥

Hope all is well on the home front for everyone. I am still here, prodding along...missing my homeland and living in the country. Some days I long for the country more than others. Other days I can tolerate things because I know it is temporary. I sound like a crazy person. Maybe it is a sign. Not really. I'm certifiable. I just don't get it official because you know, it restricts me. 😎😎

Meanwhile, the news bores me. I have been watching the Olympics when I can and I have no enthusiasm. I remember I used to live for the events and cherish the moments. This year they are striking me as kind of MEH. 👈

ISIS is kicking my ass. Literally. My professor is making us conduct a discussion in a week and the questions are quite extensive. So, I have been doing a lot of research on ISIS and I feel that one day the men in black suits are going to approach me at work or come to my house and you know that does not go well for people. 💩💩💩💩

Monday, February 5, 2018

Rocking The Casbah

Crazy weekend.

Be on the look out for some great books to come out. Doing reviews here. One is the superfabulous John Cronin series by JL Curtis. The other is the famous Ben Blackshaw series by Robert Blake Whitehill. They will be on separate posts for review. Hint: they are both great reads.

Crazy weekend.

Be on the look out for some great books to come out. Doing reviews here. One is the superfabulous John Cronin series by JL Curtis. The other is the famous Ben Blackshaw series by Robert Blake Whitehill. They will be on separate posts for review. Hint: they are both great reads. Yep, I said it twice, why? Because they are awesome books! Just wait!

I did not watch the Superbowl. I am sure many of you did. I have never embraced football and I tried to when I was married to the Malevolent Eagle, because I was a good wife. I did appreciate his history and triumphs, but when he went down, he went down in flames and so did his career. All because of how he had no coping skills, a vile temper,  and some mean streaks. It left a bad taste in my mouth. No funny comebacks, Coffeypot.

So instead, my weekend was filled with school, housework, and family stuff. I also concentrated on a new business venture I started in October which was a crapshoot, but I gave it a whirl. Before you naysayers hate on me for jumping into the frying pan, I have made back my initial MLM investment and paid for my very expensive books this semester which was over $650. I about died.

I think that is a pretty good start since I had no expectations. So, hopefully it continues. If not, I rocked it for a purpose.

What is it? Secret snake oil? No. I found Perfectly Posh.
Behind the scenes...

Here is my linky dink in case you are interested in the products. http://magpie96spaologist.po.sh.

So the two pics have the same makeup. But you can see the changes. Of course, the lighting makes my nose look more huger than it already is, but you get the gist.

Before Posh
After Posh

If you want to join my Faceplant group, you can ask to join The Magpie Spa-ologist. I will let you in. Even if you are afraid. Or a man. I let men in there too. I even have an exclusive man group if you want me to add you to that.

The products are freaking amazing, natural, have magic crack in them,  and changed my skin health. Go me!
No that ain't no tobaccy in there. It's me posing as a smart ass. 

If you want me to help your ladies and men with Valentine's Day, contact me.

I promise I am good at this. Who knew Fargo can rock the spa shit?

Hear me roar! I am a girl!