The Minuteman

Easy, you just don’t lead them so much.

HELI-HOG’N from Gary Wagner on Vimeo.

That has been thoroughly added to my bucket list.  Seriously I don’t know what would make that any more fun.  Alan, if you have resources to make this happen, I will compensate you for your time!

via Ry

Not only did this take place in California, but at a High school no less, so of course it can’t happen here, a school is a gun free zone.  The school went on lock down after a murder-suicide took place in the parking lot.

“I heard the shots and I knew someone was dead,” Chad said. “Why would
he do this at a school? And why did he have to do it where there are
kids everywhere?”

Just because it is a school with kids present does not mean that someone with intent will be thinking about the logistics involved.  The person is not going to care due to a one track mind.

“This just makes you think it could happen anywhere,” she said.

Thanks captain obvious, welcome to the party.  Why do you think this series is named like it is!?

While some would say he didn’t escape the wrath of punishment, many would say he certainly isn’t getting nearly enough.

A State Police trooper has been suspended for six months without pay
for using pepper spray on a suspect who was already handcuffed in the
back seat of a patrol car.

The trooper, Kevin Husband, tried to cover up his actions by saying
in State Police reports and again in an appeal hearing that the spraying
took place outside the car during a scuffle, according to documents
detailing the 2008 incident.

Nice, falsifying documents, assaulting someone while under arrest, and he’s left employed.  While he may get a suspension, the fact is these types of incidents should not be tolerated under any circumstances.

The evidence indicated that the officer ultimately didn’t need to use the pepper spray in any case.  The fact that he attemped to cover up his actions indicates he knew it was wrong, and the cover up is worse than the act itself.

State Sponsored Criminal Count: 132 – Kevin Husband

Because when you get bored on shift, pepper spray someone in cuffs contained in a car.  It will provide hours of laughter.

I’m a bit behind on this, but I haven’t forgotten about it.  Beale Street in Memphis, TN decided that it is going to ban guns on the entire street after restaurant carry was passed.  So based on that, nothing should happen right?  Cause guns are banned.  Well, tell that to the 6 people injured from a shooting in none other than the Beale Street district.

Later this month, Beale Street will break out the hand-held metal
detectors at the entrance points and use other security measures to keep
guns out of the three-block area day and night.

Based on the fact that there are metal detectors, how did someone get through with a gun?  Honestly, the detectors are just another form of security theater.

No matter what type of safe guards are in place, if a criminal wants to do something, laws are not going to stop them.

But, but, it can’t happen here, we have metal detectors to keep us safe.

H/T WizardPC

Since JayG started it
and I actually have a story to tell, here goes nothing.

So here’s the meme. Long answers or short.
1. What was your first car?
Model, year, color, condition?
2. What adventures did you have in it, good or
bad?
3. What happened to it, what’s the end of the story?

My first car, bought from my cousin by my parents, was a 2002 Hyundai Accent
much like what is pictured here.

It was stick shift and the low profile model.  It also was the bare minimum
on any extras as in no cruise control.  My parents bought it for me after I
moved into an apartment from the dorms.  Since I had previously lived on campus, I didn’t need
a car and my parents said they didn’t want me driving home every weekend.  I
didn’t have a car in high school, didn’t need one and I didn’t get my license
till after I graduated, I didn’t have a use for it.  At the time, I felt school
was more important than driving.

My first urban driving experience with this car was in Seattle.  I was driving up
James St., which happens to be very steep, and had to stop in the middle of the
hill for a red light.  As I was still fairly new at driving a stick I conked the
engine when the light turned green.  After that, I quickly learned how to play
the clutch on hills which came in handy for the WSU campus.  If need be, I could
easily let it roll more than normal to warn other drivers that were on my tail.

That car was a good little car.  That is, until it became known as the coffin
on wheels.  A car that small up against a fuel tanker carrying 11,000 gallons of
fuel, head on, is not a fair fight.  The car, to say the least, did not
survive.

*Notes below are from TMM, I do not remember the accident or 5 days after the accident.  My condition was the same as Drew Barrymore’s character in 50 First Dates.* Pictures below could be considered by some to be of a graphic nature. Click read more for pictures.

I [TMM] was driving at the time of the accident.  My legs actually came out from under the steering wheel and I was laying at about a 45 degree angle with my legs laying against the dash.  After regaining consiousness and taking care of other issues *discussed in a minute* I set the compound fracture in my left leg.  It was bent about 75-80 degrees, with my foot turned in about 60-70 degrees as well. I won’t describe how I did it, a guy outside the car was disturbed by my actions.  I splinted and wedged it in place on the dash board until the cavalry arrived.

The cavalry had to peel the car open in order to pull me out.  That is quite seriously the most pain I have ever felt in my life.  My right femur was broken right at the Lesser Trochanter.  At the time we actually thought I had broken my pelvis.  That combined with the damage to my left leg, it was excruciatingly painful as they pulled me onto the back board because they basically had to drag my legs over the non-smooth interior.  When they finally got my leg in traction in the hospital it was the most refreshing feeling in the world.  Seriously it ranked right up there with sex just because of how fast it went from pain, to no pain.  It was like flipping a switch.  Which was also the switch were I finally checked out, as they did that, they also started an IV and giving me pain meds.  I have seen my signature on documents I don’t remember signing.  I gave a statement to the police evidently as well.

My first concern on regaining consciousness and realizing what had happened was for TMW.  She was unconscious slumped down in her seat.  Her breathing was obviously labored and when I looked towards her it was obvious that her seat belt was holding her head up by her neck.  She was being choked by the seat belt.  I instructed some people at the scene to cut the seat belt.  An argument insued with them whining about a possible neck injury.  I asked what experience they had in first aid.  To which they responded, “We’re both RN’s.”  At which point I was a bit furthered upset and said, “Well didn’t they teach you anything about the importance of the airway in stabilizing a trauma victim?  If she can’t breath, everything else is null and void.”  They promptly cut the seat belt.  Which was doubly good because she had 6 broken ribs on her right side and as a result her lungs partially collapsed.  That stress coupled with a restricted airway could have easily killed her.

They removed her from the car first, and lets just say that was the most disturbing blood curdling sound I’ve ever heard in my life.  Due to her injuries she was unconscious but aware.  I could hear her quite well as they pulled her from the car.

Once we were both extricated from the car we were airlifted by helicopter to Spokane.  So I remember the ride on the angel of mercy, the wife however does not.  We both went through long surgeries that night to deal with our injuries.  After which I spent 24 hours in the ICU and TMW spent 48 while recovering.

So there’s the story and pictures (after the car was moved to the wrecking yard) of the Hyundai.  If we can find the packet of accident scene photos we’ll try and post some scans of them.

Yet another incident that is disturbing on the most fundamental of levels.

An official with the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention has been arrested and charged with two counts of child molestation and one count of bestiality, police said.

…

The two are accused of “immoral and indecent” sexual acts involving a 6-year-old, according to information from DeKalb County Magistrate Court and an arrest warrant.

This ones an HM because well her job didn’t provide her access, or clearance to get away free.  She is however an employee of the government and is yet another example of how they are human.

I’ve got nothing for this one.

Here’s one of the text messages we found between officers on their in-car computers: At 1:29am, one officer writes one officer to another, “We just got 5lb of marijuana and a ton of other crap.”

Sitting in their police cars in a Kingwood parking lot, that’s what Houston cops bragged to each other what they’d found. The problem for them is that when they got downtown, it’s not what they turned in.

When the officers showed up at the city jail to book Hill a short time later and turn in their evidence, the five pounds of marijuana they bragged about an hour earlier somehow had become a pound and a half.

Why would officers steal the evidence?  Were they trying to turn around and sell them to make some extra side cash?

Nope they stole it for personal use to use while on the job.

Hill’s lawyers found them and let us see them. At 2:44 that morning, an hour after finding five pounds of marijuana, “So H I G H!” “Good munchies” writes another officer. Reassuringly, the first writes back, “Everything should be open when we get done.”

These officers arrested an individual for smoking pot and then did it themselves while the tax payer was footing the bill. The war on nouns only serves to provide a reason to further expand government and law enforcement agencies. It does nothing to protect the public in general. Actually it does quite the opposite by making the general public possible victims of an ill conceived or poorly execute no knock warrant.

The actions of these officers do nothing but to further illustrate at prove why every last war on nouns should disappear. Whether it be guns, drugs, poverty, or any other “nobel” cause.  It does nothing but make victims out of what would otherwise be victimless crimes, or perpetuate their condition.  It also creates a separate elitist class where the laws do not apply.  

The officers are under investigation. Internal Affairs is working on it. But even after we told HPD about this most recent development, their status hasn’t changed. They remain out on the street on patrol.

(Emphasis Mine)Don’t worry though, the poor kid who was in the apartment though will be back in court next week.

State Sponsored Criminal Count: 131 – All Doe Officers.  If you have names please leave them in the comments.

Because the snozberries taste like snozberries.

h/t Phssthpok

JayG posted a meme this morning that I’ll hop on board with mainly because… well you might notice.

So here’s the meme. Long answers or short.

1. What was your first car? Model, year, color, condition?

2. What adventures did you have in it, good or bad?

3. What happened to it, what’s the end of the story?

So my first car was a 1994 Chrysler LeBaron my parents bought used in 1996.  It looked very much like this.

Those became my primary wheels in 2002 once I finally started driving.  I was late to the party since I had no reason to drive anywhere prior, second my parents used my drivers license as leverage to speed me up in getting my Eagle Scout, it didn’t work.  I finally bothered to give a crap and get my license so I could go visit the future Minutewoman while she was home on break. The interior was in quite decent shape, though the paint was flaking off by the time I got it.

I had a couple interesting road trips in it.  Mainly between the Seattle area and the Palouse where I now reside.  The most memorable was a trip where I told the future wife I had to go help my mom with some stuff and I’d be on IM later that night.  I then drove the 5 and a half hours and knocked on her dorm room door with roses while wearing a tuxedo.  This car was also the source of a personal record for the Pullman Seattle run.

One night on the cross state strip I found a dead deer in the middle of my lane on highway 26.  I shaved it’s belly after straddling it.  It sprayed entrails all over the firewall and engine block.  It stunk to high heaven for about 2 months until the rest of it burned off.

I had a lot of fun in that car and loved it cause it always treated me well.  I traded her in because she was starting to burn oil and maintenance bills were increasing expensive.  We replaced her with the 2003 Explorer Sport in 2007.