Flying Time Motes

Wow, I’ve been doing this for over a year now. For those that stop by, thanks. Tell your friends.

Sadly, one of the first “scream queens”, Julie Adams, has past at the age of 92.  She was the “damsel in distress but loved by the monster” in “The Creature From the Black Lagoon”. Saw the movie when I was a kid and didn’t want to go in the water for weeks after. Fortunately it was winter and Lake Washington was too cold anyway.

Recently I posted Liam Neesen was a Hollywood hypocrite. Turns out he is also a racist. Google it if you really want to know.

Lets call ’em what they really are.

“Porch Pirate”? , THIEVES!

“Late term abortions” or “infanticide”, it’s MURDER!

“Undocumented” anyone. ILLEGAL ALIEN!

Let the stoning begin.

ps. I really, really hate Seth MacFarland politically. But if you’re not watching “The Orville”, you’re missing out. This weeks was great!!!

Warm Motes in the Sunlight

Yep, warm motes. While the rest of the country is literally freezing, I had to look for a blanket when it got down to 67 degrees.  Lucky we live Hawaii.

One of the congress cretins had purposed a “Anti-Lynching” bill. I believe this covered under murder, kidnapping, and all sorts of other bodily harm LAWS. We don’t need another. Oh, what’s that you say, Grandstanding with the headlines. Ok, forget I said anything.

Another reason to stay in school. A Hollywood “special” person recently got a new tattoo. Misspelled. And they want us to think they know what they’re doing.

One of my least favorite voices is Joy Behar. She who spends a great deal of time instructing the world, and especially our President, on what is right and wrong. Let’s take a look. She has an MA in “English Education”. She bills herself as an actor, writer, and comedian.  She likes to use her “Italian-American” culture in her comedy. Let’s total it up: She has no background in politics or any hard science; It doesn’t appear she has ever held any job outside of performing arts; and she likes to make fun of a specific ethnic group. Yep, it all adds up to….LIBERAL BIG MOUTH.                  Do as I say not as I do.

Manson family member Leslie Van Houten is once again up for parole. Remind me to tell you about the Hawaii, and my personal, connection to Charley. It’s a small world.

No Good Deed

It seems like every time I did something good, it came around to bite me in the ass.
I became friends with most of the gun shop owners and workers in Honolulu at one time or another.  So it was I became friends with the owner of J&S Guns, located a few blocks from the main police station of South Beretania.

It gave me a place to hang out when I was off duty, I got to mess around with all the new stuff, and hell, I knew and shot with all the employees anyway.

So it was that I was hanging around in the shop when a young local woman came in to look for a gun. She was accompanied by an older oriental companion who seemed to do all the looking. Problem was, I knew him.

Several years before he had tried to kill a Honolulu Liquor Commissioner over some citations issued to a “protected” hostess lounge. He had approached the commissioners house in the early morning hours with a pistol in his hand.

What he did not know was someone had warned the commissioner. At the3time there was some mistrust between the police and liquor commission so instead of an armed police officer, the commissioner’s son was waiting. The son, in his early 20’s, had armed himself with a Ruger .44 magnum caliber carbine. A very powerful weapon.

When the gunman, Cyril, approached the house, the son called out for him to stop. The rifle was already leveled and aimed, so when Cyril did not do as instructed, there was a single shot fired.  The shot missed, barely, but it did hit the tree Cyril has trying to hide behind.  But the concussive wave from a traveling 44 mag passing within 2 inches, caused massive facial damage. It also ended the confrontation.

While in the hospital recovering, Cyril had 24 hour guards, he was in custody after all. One of those guards was me. I had seen his rebuilt face.

When he walked into the gun shop, I recognized him right away. I also guessed the girl was just there to make a “straw” purchase, that is when someone legally buys a gun for someone who can’t legally buy a gun. It is a felony for both persons.

The choice of weapons was also more than a little suspicious. The two spent several minutes handling a .45 caliber semi-automatic carbine that closely resembled the old “Tommy” gun. Not really the weapon a twenty something, slightly built woman would select for herself.

She filled out all the paperwork, then walked out to go to the Police Department to finish the papers and get her permit. No waiting period back then. Since it was late afternoon, and I spoke to the store owner, the salesman encouraged her to return the next day to pick up her purchase. There really was no reason, it was just to buy some additional time for me.

I did what I was “supposed” to do, I called a detective and advised there was going to be a felon in possession of a firearm the next day. We made a quick plan, got permission from the CID major, and got to the store and parking lot very early the next morning.

Sure enough she, and her older boyfriend right beside her, showed up just after opening. And she had all the cleared paperwork to purchase “her” weapon.

Steve, the “S” in the stores name, finished the transaction, wrapped up the gun, a hundred rounds of .45 caliber ammunition, and several extra magazines, took the money and completed the sale.

She took “their” purchases, and they both walked out of the store and into the parking lot where they were under constant surveillance by two Honolulu police detectives. Once in their vehicle Cyril took the package, tore it open, and began loading one of the magazines with the newly purchased ammunition.

And that’s when the detectives approached the car and at gunpoint advised both occupants they were under arrest. Cyril had the weapon, magazine, and ammunition on his lap, and under his control. He was immediately arrested for being a “felon in possession of a firearm, felon in possession of ammunition”, parole violations, and a host of other charges.

She was charged with lying on the federal firearm forms, the straw purchase, and other assorted crimes concerned with giving guns to known dangerous felons.

All in all, it went just fine, and that’s when it came around to bite me in the butt.

Since the detective thought I’d done a good thing, he put me in for a commendation. Like all commendations, it had to go through the chief’s office.

The commendation came back, denied of course, with the suggestion this be referred to Internal Affairs and see if the “J” in “J&S” guns stood for James, did I make any money from the transaction (perhaps an unauthorized outside employment), and why was I at that shop at the time of the sale.

So instead of an “attaboy”, I got hit with another IA investigation.

Like they say, no good deed goes unpunished. I just never learned.

SOAPBOX…SOAPBOX….you’ve been warned.

So he “caved”. Trump has appeared to be trying to keep those campaign promises. The optimum words here are try and appear. I like the idea of the wall. But the one promise I really want him to work on is the cost of prescription medication. That cost is the reason why, at 71 years old, I have work full time instead of sitting at my Hilo home and enjoying these years.

Harley Davidson has launched its electric motorcycle line. I predict it is the death ring for H-D. This is not what their owners want or will by. H-D owners are non-PC, out of the mainstream type people. They will not buy “electric” motorcycles. Let’s face it, an electric motorcycle is like a Tesla or a DeLorean. They’ll sell a few, but you don’t see many people with “Tesla” tattooed on there arm. I’ve never seen anyone with “DeLorean” tattooed across their back.

I don’t get it. The say they will raise taxes, spend more money, build less infra structure, give more “free” stuff, and people still vote for them.

Why do our “representatives” seem hell bent on controlling every aspect of our lives? What is wrong with people being adults and determining their own life? Example all the hohaha about smoking. If you own a bar, you put a sign that says “Smoking Establishment”. If you’re worried about  second hand smoke, be an adult and DON’T GO IN.  Likewise, if the sign says “Non-Smoking” and you want to smoke. “DON’T GO IN. In other words, act like a freaking adult.

Oh, and Representatives, how about representing your constituents once in a while?

Recently re-watched “The Avengers; Infinity War”. This time I was struck by how tragic Thanos really was, especially at the end. Watching the last scene; watching him walk from his hut into the morning light. His shoulders were slumped, and he limped badly. He looked so much like several combat officers I have seen at the end of long battles. They won the battle, but the price was great and weighed heavily upon their shoulders and souls. That was exactly the image I got from him.

Prepare for more Africa-type violence to sweep through South America.

Why do atheists get upset about a cross? The cross represents Christ, they don’t believe in Christ, so why are the upset?

Trevor, the worlds loneliest duck (google him) has passed away. He was last seen being eaten by a pack of dogs. (Kinda sounds like American politics don’t it?)

I hate people whom don’t keep promises. Like all those Hollywood types that’s swore they would move someplace else if Trump got elected. Madonna promised to give oral sex to everyone who voted for Hilary. Now we have a Saturday Night Live “writer” promising to “blow” anyone who hits a teenager wearing a MAGA hat. Actually, I don’t think it would be worth it.

I see that Liam Neeson, the Irish/British/American citizen that knows what’s best for all three countries, has come out with another movie where he uses many guns and bullets to promote his anti-gun (in America) crusade.  Hey Liam, don’t you get tired of being just another Hollywood Hypocrite?

Talk About Motes….

There is a bill in front of the Washington state legislature banning “Dwarf throwing” contests in bars and strip clubs. But axe throwing bars are still okay?

Who the hell thought it was a good idea to mount a mirror on the wall across from the toilet? Even I don’t want to watch me …..

Today, the FBI executed a swat style, 6 am raid. Fully armored and carrying automatic weapons, the raid was covered live by CNN. The vile culprit has been to court, charged with 6 “procedural” crimes and released on OR, his own recognizance. Even US Marshall’s don’t use this kind of power on convicted killers. So is now; “the right to remain silent”, “the right to an attorney”, and “the right to be covered by the network of our choice”?

She married her brother, ran for public office, and got elected.

Did I miss something here??????????????

 

 

Just Sayin’…..More Motes

I’m not going to jump on the Kentucky Catholic boy’s thing. I was leery from the start. But there are a lot of adult people that owe a bunch of young men a great deal of apologies. Shame on those rushing to judgement without the whole story.

I must admit that I have made those snap judgments in the past, but never with the consequences that have evolved from this incident.

Tulsi Gabbard should step down from her current position. This should be mandatory. She will be doing nothing for the residents in Hawaii (those are the people she has taken an oath to represent) while she runs for president. If she doesn’t get the nomination, she should not be allowed to continue/stay in office. Everything has a price. As it stands now, we the people are paying the price for her. She runs, still has a position, and we get no representation. That’s the price we pay. Shouldn’t she be the one paying?

When are the judges from the FISA court going to start asking questions about the warrants they issued after being lied to by the FBI? Shouldn’t these judges be just a little upset?

Another case of an “unfair fight”. Five men, wearing ski masks and armed with handguns, obviously just “uninvited guests” (the term used by the initial reporter).  There was a shootout, police recovered brass for at least four other weapons besides the homeowners AR. that resulted in three dead and two wounded bad guys.  “Uninvited Guests”??

NO !THESE ARE INVADERS! And they were dealt with in the manner they deserved. When armed people enter your space ( country or home) they are invaders.                     Just ask Poland.

Remember : WHEN MAGA IS OUTLAWED, ONLY OUTLAWS WILL MAGA!

A Weak Case

Lawyers will tell you, it’s not what you know but what you can prove. Sometimes even proof isn’t enough. Other things often come into play.

 A Weak Case

It seemed like I was always in trouble for going too far; I usually felt other officers didn’t go far enough.

It’s not often you get a “domestic” call in the middle of downtown and in the middle of the workday. But you know these things can explode quickly so you always go to them with an open mind. When dispatched to something like this, you have to remain aware.

The car was stopped at the curb and two men and a woman were standing next to it, but not next to each other. One  of the men was a uniformed fireman, who probably stopped to see if he could help, the second guy was wearing shorts, tank, and of course slippers; she was in business dress, and was standing by the car hood crying.

She was a tiny thing, and he looked like he spent a lot of time pumping iron.  He didn’t have the look of an ex-con, but he was obviously was a heavy gym rat and surfer. They weren’t exactly fighting but there was real tension between them.

He was not yelling but appeared to be speaking very forcefully and took an immediate aggressive attitude when I arrived. He was in his early 20’s, as was she, and he seemed intent on her not talking with me. I was a little uncomfortable in trying to talk with both of them so it was a relief when another unit showed up for back-up. I separated the two, asked the back-up to just keep him there while I go get her side of the story.

She began by telling me her name was “Toni” and he was “Erik”, and they hadn’t been boyfriend and girlfriend for almost a year. She had broken up with him because he was too demanding and possessive. Today he had come to her work place and asked her to have lunch with him. She agreed, not thinking he meant anything but lunch.

He didn’t take her to lunch. He drove to her bank; he knew where to take her from when they were dating. He told her he was in trouble and she needed to withdraw all her savings’ and give it to him. When she refused the first time, her grabbed her hair and twisted. When she still refused he punched her in the breast. Then, as if to just make his point, he punched her breast several more times, until she got the idea he was going to hurt her badly if she didn’t do as he said.

She went into the bank and took out several hundred dollars, not all of it like he had demanded. She was so frightened of him she didn’t say anything to anyone in the bank. He was so sure of his hold over her, and her fear of him, he didn’t even go inside with her. She went back to the car and he demanded the money before he’d give her the car keys back. She gave him the money, got back into the car and started to return to her workplace. As she drove, he counted the money and told her it wasn’t enough. They had stopped for a traffic light when he told her she needed to go back to the bank and get a cash advance on her credit card. No ATM’s then, really.

Once again she found the courage to tell him no. He put the money in his pants pocket, and reached for her hair again. She got out of the car and standing in traffic where she could be seen by other people. He got out and started to berate and yell at her but couldn’t convince her to get back in the car. She was afraid that if she got back in the car, she might never get out.  Someone must have seen them and called 911. It was about this time the fireman saw them standing in traffic and stopped to see if he could help. That’s where they were when I got there.

About then the fireman told me he had to get back to the station and could he leave? I told him to go ahead and if I needed information from him, I’d contact him there.

After hearing her story I had her standing by the front of the car, and approached the ex-boyfriend. I told him to empty out his pockets. Now it was crunch time. He stared back at me with a hard look and I knew he was getting ready to try and fight. I stepped back, popped the safety snap on my holster and put my hand on the revolver butt. I tried to force a look that said I would use it if he tried to fight.

My back-up unit arrived and was a young officer named Jeff. He and I were friendly, and he had often spoken of how he liked the way I handled cases, but it appeared he wasn’t ready of this. Fortunately he was standing behind Erik so the confusion on his face couldn’t be seen.

The standoff lasted several seconds, they only seemed like hours, when Erik finally turned around and took out his wallet and some loose change out of his pockets and put them on the car. I had him place his hands on the trunk and spread his hands and feet, and then I reached into his right front pants pocket and withdrew a large bundle of cash. I asked where all the money came from and he replied it was from his paycheck. When I asked why he hadn’t taken it out he said that he knew all cops were thieves and he didn’t want his money taken. I asked how much was there and he gave me a figure that was quite a bit less than Toni had said she had taken from the bank.

Funny, he didn’t know how much his paycheck cash was or what was in his pocket. I quickly counted the money and what a surprise, it was exactly the same amount as Toni had told me she had taken out of the bank.

I will be the first to admit I didn’t like this guy from the beginning. I may have been the victim of some male hormone thing, she was pretty and small and I wanted to protect her. Mostly this guy pissed me off with his “can’t touch me “attitude. He seemed to think he was going to walk away from this situation. I had other ideas.

I wanted to take him down for hitting her and then it occurred to me, he had taken money from her by force and she certainly was afraid of him. That “force or fear” made this a robbery.

Without further comment I took out my handcuffs, advised him he was under arrest for the crime of robbery and hooked him up before he was really aware of what I had said. He was so surprised he didn’t even try to resist. I asked Jeff to put Erik into his patrol vehicle so I could have her secure her car and I would transport her to the detective’s office and then begin the booking process.

Later Jeff told me that on the way to the station Erik had said I must have been afraid of him since I had my hand on my gun. Jeff told him that I wasn’t afraid of him at all; I was just trying to decide whether or not I should kill him. There was less paperwork that way. Jeff could be very convincing at times. Judging from the way Erik was acting in the station, this must have been one of those times.

When Toni realized someone had believed her and was really doing something about it, she really started crying. I figured it had been a bad relationship, and she was relieved it was, maybe, finally over.

We got to the station and I walked Toni to the booking area. Jeff and Erik were already inside starting the process so I had her sit outside while I went to the watch commander to give him the facts of my arrest. I’ll say I felt pretty proud of myself.

I stood in front of the Captain and laid my case out step by step, and he looked at me like I had grown a second head. Then he slowly, as if speaking to a very young, very stupid child, explained to me that a boyfriend cannot rob his girlfriend. I did not have a robbery, what I had was a domestic beef involving the couple’s finances. I was to write a report reflecting just that. I stood there with mouth open and a pretty confused look on my face so the Captain went on to explain to me that the girlfriend wouldn’t show up for court, they never do, and it would waste the detectives time, my time, his time, the prosecutors time and so on and so on.

But I was nothing if not determined. I told the Captain this girl would show up, and she would take this case all the way and basically fought to get this case filed. He wasn’t the Captain for nothing, so he told me to go ahead and take it to the detectives and they’ll also tell me there was no case.  Maybe then I’d believe there was nothing here.

I guess I got lucky that day. I got detective to accept the case, as long as I did all the paper and leg work, and file the charges. I had a pretty sure bounce in my step when I walked back to the captain and told him the detectives were accepting the case and would file the charges. He, in all his sage wisdom, just sort of shook his head, and told me to go ahead and process the paperwork. I felt good.

I felt good because it was a good arrest and a pretty good piece of police work. I knew that 996 out of 1000 cops would have written it off as a domestic and let this guy walk. But not me, I was too much of a cop.

I followed up with the detectives and he had filed the charge with the prosecutor’s office. He had interviewed the “victim” and found her to be credible, but he did say he felt the case was week due to the former relationship.

Three months later I got a subpoena for a court appearance and met Toni outside the courtroom.  We sat there for over 4 hours and the case was never called. During the lunch recess I approached the prosecutor and asked him what was happening. That’s when I found out the “handling detective” had decided it was a weak case, advised the prosecutor to let Erik plead out to a misdemeanor assault, and drop the robbery charge. All without consulting me, or the victim.

I walked outside to tell Toni, I didn’t feel very good. Not good at all.

The next day found me in the detective watch commander’s office with the detective, my sergeant, and the detective’s lieutenant and they all wanted to know why I was making such a big deal. Was I banging her or what?

My response to that comment got me my first suspension for “insubordination”. Before it was over I told all of them; “You’ll see him again.”

When asked how I knew that the answer was easy; “He just beat the system. He thinks he’s bullet proof. He’ll do worse next time.”

Seven months later there has an atrocious crime committed in the middle of one of Honolulu’s favorite beaches.

A young man and his girl were sitting on the beach in the evening when they were attacked by three men. The young man was repeatedly beaten and stabbed. At one point the knife wielder put a finger in one of the 9 stab wounds and remarked he could fell the victim’s heartbeat.  After months in the hospital the young man “recovered”, but he had lost the hearing on one side, and was ruled totally blind for the rest of his life.

The three attackers took turns using the girl in every vile manner possible extending the assault to over 6 hours.

She was badly beaten but was able to identify one of the assailants. Of course, it was Erik. He gave up his partners quickly enough, and they all stood trial, were convicted and given really long sentences

Over the next 2 years I’d see Toni now and then. We even went to dinner a couple of times.

Then came the day when the attorney that had handled Erik’s defense was arrested for cocaine trafficking. The arrest was big news because it caused many of the attorney’s cases, convictions only, to be overturned and set for retrial due to “inadequate legal representation”. One of those he had “inadequately represented’ was Erik. Erik was released on bail pending retrial.

About 7 o’clock that night Toni called me from the airport. She was scared and was leaving Hawaii.

She never came back.