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EVIDENCE 101...Wherever you go, there you are...

Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Must Love Dogs


Wow. It sure has been quite in here. Thank you to my faithful followers for sticking around. Maybe I should write better and have something more important to say. It is funny how cop stories and the daily reality I used to write was so popular, but  my ordinary life it not. Sigh.


For the next 3 weeks I am free and clear of school and work. I have to finish reading 2 books and do reviews. I am also reading a 3rd one my friend recommended. Whew. It is so weird to sit and read. I feel I have so much to do that I am feeling lazy not getting it done.

Fatness-the college 50

Hopefully, I can get back on the fitness bandwagon. Have lots of troubles with my asthma and defective heart valve. Oy.

Writer's Block

Still plugging away at the articles. This last one really sucks. Somehow I need to find my knack again. Maybe I have been swamped by too many academic papers. Go read it anyway. The last 3 of you, fans and friends, make a difference. I appreciate the traffic. If I do not get traffic, I do not get paid. Is that desperation or begging? LOL.

I would welcome your input. The suggestion about police advice to rookies did very well. What's on the top of your mind with cops? Anything humorous? Or tellworthy?

Newsworthy stuff

I have applied for my doctorate. Now I wait and see. Bug goes off to the Navy soon. I have taken all my books from available to unpublished. They will be no longer.

The political climate continues to run on chaos. I prefer to scroll on by anymore. But, interestingly enough, many people I know are getting deployed, including reservists. This means something is up. I suspect the Iran issue is heating up.

My garden got destroyed by farmer overspray. I only have pumpkins left. That really sucks.

We have trespassers. I do not people. The nephew caught the prints on camera after he was fishing and it did not bode well with me. Of course, he had to interrogate the neighbors and I felt back because I wold have shut him down if I knew what he was up to. I don't think 80 year old cripples would dare. Lately, two bum looking fellers have been walking down the road. Not sure where they came from. Never seen em before. I must investigate. They don't know me very well.

Here are some cute dogs in a construction site.
My heart is happy. Love, love~

Well, that's all, folks. Onward and upward. Don't worry, I will have some follies to share. It is just too soon. πŸ‘ŠπŸ‘Š

Sunday, July 21, 2019

What's new, Pussycat?

Needed some Tom Jones, eh? No, I'm not from Canada. Probably can't use that term, it's cultural appropriation. Suck it!

Watch your mouth, Fargo. So rude!

Moving on to Tom.

Now I know you can't get that song out of your head? Never heard of it? Pshaw. I know all my readers are old like me. So, in case you skipped the 60s, I have included it for you.
How can you go wrong with a classic? Nowadays, you might not be able to say pussycat in reference to a woman. Wait for it. Will Tom Jones be censored? Hmm. I might be about as thrilled as Baby, It's Cold Outside nonsense.

Here is where we veer off course... 

This post is brought to you by the confines of my office. Why? Because I can see the grand sunset up here, that's why. And because I am the boss of myself...at least today.

Right here we have a doings of a barnburner storm where the ship is out to sea...

Haven't enjoyed much of the heat. Not. at. all. You can have it. I was going to move to Alaska until I saw they were having 90s. Gah.

And here we definitely took a detour...

Speaking of censorship and PC...the universities are going bat shit crazy. I am not sure how much longer I can work in academia before I am killed. Killed by liberal redonkulousness. I really got nothing. Who decided these small groups were going to rule the world and ban words. I understand we can all speak and choose our words carefully and keep in mind offensiveness.

I'm sorry. I cannot control where my mind goes. It goes awry and often. Back to our sponsored story...

But if we ban manpower and manmade and la la la, we have only belittled ourselves. If our skins are so thin, then we are doomed. Additionally, why would you let a word offend you to the point you stomp on it like it never existed? I don't think of the word manmade or manpower as exclusive of women or those in between. My dad is surely rolling over in his grave over all this political chatter spatter. He was a huge fan of political discourse, but not a fan of overreach of any kind. Academia and a few small groups of same thinkers are ruling the world of words! What power they have! Don't let them have it!

Maybe I have voices in my head. My professor said I have problems because I discussed me being a teacher and finding my new purpose. He said I was the addiction type who needed adrenaline because I told him I loved learning. Am I missing something here? Anyway, I digress....again.

How are we to talk about anything if we can't utter words? Are people still free to sign them? I mean really, does it reach into braille and sign language, other languages? Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.

Not only is our written language changing, but how do you say r*pe, *m*npower, w*men, m*n? It's just a question. What are we going to call ourselves if we can't define us by pronouns? That's another question. Don't you think books will sound weird? Is THEY the only choice?  Asking for a friend.

We have lost our shit. Seriously. I can't even wrap my head around it.

Well, let me take a try.

Sheriff Wheezy took Ben Patty to jail, they was custodialized for assault and battery, r*pe of a minor, and general mayhem. Sheriff Wheezy had to call for more human efforts because Ben Patty was on the former substance known as PCP with a touch of Sudafed made concoctions formerly known as m*th, those doctor given circles of life altering materials, and some other dr*gs. They was a handful for Sheriff Wheezy. They were not considered a criminal dr*ggie, but a poor, lost addict who needed some therapy. They was a mama's boy. The feels almost got to Sheriff Wheezy. However, Sheriff Wheezy could not erase the bad deeds they did. So, they was booked in on all charges, but surely they were only going to face probation in the short coming days. Sheriff Wheezy got theyself in hot water for calling them a cr*ckhead which was incorrect and not appropriate like ten fast and in a hurry. Sheriff Wheezy had to make a public apology to the people of Smalltown and resign from theys position.  That's what Sheriff Wheezy gets for being a cow people. Damn cow people think they can do anything they want just like they cops who work for them. 

Say, do you think we cried blue tears as people called us pigs, fuzz, cops, popo, hogs, etc.? No. We turned that frown upside down and owned them and then used the words against them. See what I did there?

I can't deal.

May your week be full of joy! Now, go get along and be productive citizens full of human efforts!

I wonder if I can say girl power anymore? It's just a thought.

American thems, stop being a bunch of pansies!


It's just a flower.

Saturday, July 13, 2019

Obvious in Observations

Have you ever noticed that book authors are beautiful people? I have no idea about the inside, other than what is reflected through their writing, but the author page and images portray attractive and professional looking people. They are never shown in their writing garb which might be pj's or birthday suits or Walmart attire. Their hair is not out of place nor is there a blemish. I realize photo shop can take care of imperfections, but why not show us the true selves? Perhaps no one would buy a book depicting a disheveled author.

It is just a question. Many of them circle my mind and on occasion, they get out. Sorry not sorry.

Have you been in tune with the Dems imploding?
Wow- is an understatement. First time I agree with Pelosi in that these internal jabs are not productive.

Sorry, Woody and Buzz, I just couldn't help it. I realize it is a blow to your reputation to have these talking heads photo-shopped on your bodies. But....so appropriate.

 I think the Republicans went through a disruption or two, but I don't recall such viciousness reminiscence of high school tactics.

Did you notice they are all women? Egads, you say! Of course the chatter is running rampant in house, that the schoolgirls are destroying all the equality, respect, and professionalism prior women legislators had earned and established.

Mean girls!

I am not sure how this is going to end, other than voting them out. Is it the future of politics?

FMITA. Another distraction while some government agency works behind the scenes to pass things by us without our knowledge until it is too late. I wonder what it will be this time.

I gauge political sense and sanity on the wise words of Trey Gowdy. I sure wish he would run for president.

Bam. He has balls and brains. Twofer.

"Facts are neither Republican or Democrat".

"The notion that the First Amendment has no limitations whatsoever is balderdash."

"You may be less likely to pick on someone if you don't know what's in their briefcase or purse."

Besides that, he is steadfast in the rule of law and believes investigations should be factual and not politically driven. 


I think he is holding out for 2024. 

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Robert McCaw's Off The Grid

Already at the dedication, you can tell Robert McCaw has a soft spot for love. From the devotion to his wife to the exquisite setting in Hawaii...I'm beginning to think he is somewhat of a romanticist.

Off The Grid really is not a love story, but the author's personality is evident from the beginning to the end-which might include some traits of a dreamer. He also gives attention to finite details. I say all this as a compliment.

But, do not let my teasing fool you. You should know by now, I am not a fan of romance novels, so why would I start now? Exactly. Off The Grid is a murder mystery.

McCaw writes a vivid tale which flows like butter and plays to your imagination.

I am not even exaggerating.

You also should note that I am booked with applying for admission to a doctoral program, teaching, research, and working on my thesis for my second master's degree. Why is that important? Well, I do not have a lot of time for pleasure reading anymore which is a crying shame. Therefore, I have delayed my readings. I have picked up many books without completing them. The bookmarks in them tell the sad tale.

Nothing gets a book worm like the feel of a good book...the pages, the weight, the smoothness of the paper. The cover is so beautiful. The colors. Yes, I sound like a sicko. If you are a nerd, you will understand.

I took a day off of school to have some "me" time.  I could not put Off The Grid down.

Therefore, my studies suffered a little. The good news is the font size is perfect for old eyes so I could actually read without a magnifying glass. Like I said, the cover is beautiful. The words are like perfect choreography if words could dance. It grips you.

He puts you there: in the shoes of the main character, Chief Detective Koa Kane.

Something refreshing was the melting pot of players and cultural aspects in the book.  It wasn't flat. The portrayals were endearing as if the author had an affinity to the lands and people.

To set the entrance scene, McCaw describes Detective Kane's first view as: the "plume of smoke steam rising like a sulfur cloud from a volcanic vent".  Picture yourself in your company ride pulling up to the fiasco, exiting the car, and scanning to get a first glimpse of the response location. Wow.

Yes, this is his first impression of a crime scene. It grabbed me right away and I started to put myself in character as Chief Detective Koa Kane.

As you walk along with Kane, you want to identify the victims as much as it gnaws at him. The unknowns and the suspense keep you interested. Little by little, Kane puts it together.

McCaw's meticulous writing came with every page, from the character building to the proper accents on Hawai'i...all with a dose of tropical presentation. He tells a story very well.

The law enforcement side is relatable to those of us in the profession which even includes how accurate the LEOs' dialogue would be between peers: both recruits and veterans.  Koa and I are on similar pages.

For example, "he believes in rigorous training, but it is no substitute for brains." Exact words. He gives you a detailed manifesto of his competencies he expects out of rookies and other officers. Of course, they are noble qualities and he has little tolerance for boob boots...just like me.  His jargon is on point as are his police procedures.

Perhaps I am more like Joe who is described as an obese man who moves like Spiderman. He curses like me, too. Nope. He is too tech savvy to be a Fargo. Joe is a fantastic addition, bringing in no nonsense, technological know-how, and humor.

I really enjoyed the international intrigue and the realism of government interference which added to the unexpected twists.  You hate them, you love them, then you hate them all over again. Different missions. Are locals supposed to mesh with the feds? The jury is still out on that. But what if the feds are inherently bad? Additionally, the Chinese government officials add to the mix.

If this isn't enough, a big deal political rally is being held, so the security of public officials is key. Furthermore, public safety is always an issue. Coordinating through all the rhetoric and government run-around seems about par for the course. Kane keeps stumbling on to new leads which steer him into unanticipated directions.

Detective Kane even has retrospective points where he thinks back on a previous memory and plays the "what ifs". Like when he envisions the killer planting the bugs which is a risky move in the first place, but yet, it is more than that. It is a true violation of space and privacy, the kind that gets you in the gut.

Off The Grid is contemporary with real world mirroring of political chaos, policing, and spy issues. McCaw's conspiracies seem authentic which might come from his work experience.  Rooting for Kane to get to the bottom of every puzzle was fun. There were instances when I was tense and times I was relieved. Those are great reader moments.

McCaw has a unique artistic talent. Off The Grid is smart, crafty, and original. I would highly recommend you pick up a copy on Amazon.

(It is even reasonably priced for the quality of story and length-bonus!)

You won't be disappointed...well, except when you finish it. Putting this book down is like missing a best friend. 

************************About the Author**************************

From his bio: 

"Robert McCaw grew up in a military family traveling the world. After graduating from Georgetown University, he served as a lieutenant in the US Army before earning his law degree from the University of Virginia. Thereafter he practiced as a partner in a major international law firm in Washington, DC, and New York City—and maintained a home on the Big Island of Hawai’i. McCaw brings a unique authenticity to his Koa Kāne Hawaiian mystery novels in both his law enforcement expertise and his ability to portray the richness of Hawai’i’s history, culture, and people. "