Police Abuse
Over the past week I have seen several stories regarding the abuse, murder and harassment of citizens by local police forces. Serve and Protect has quickly become an outmoded euphemism, deserving of derision.
Just take a look at those three articles linked above.
In the first story, a SWAT team entered into a home, shooting at dogs with bullets ricocheting about the house while a mother was reading a bed time story to her young son in an upstairs bedroom. Police were looking for marijuana, which is legal to possess in that community - but the "suspect" was believed to have a whole bunch, apparently. What was he charged with? Possession of drug paraphernalia. He paid a $300 fine. That was certainly worth putting innocent people in mortal danger.
In the second story another police SWAT team burst into a home in Detroit, Michigan - this time looking for a suspected murderer and shot a 7 year old girl sleeping on the living room couch. They say it was accidental. Evidence shows otherwise. Of course, a suspected murderer should be arrested, and it would be reasonable to presume such a suspect dangerous. It would also be reasonable to wait until the man tried to leave the home and arrest him on the street where it's less likely that you might kill little girls. This would be reasonable to presume if you believed that the police were on your side.
In the third story, police in New York City are downgrading violent crimes so crooked politicians can look better statistically and harassing peaceable citizens to meet quotas. If you believe that my use of the word harassment is an attempt to steer the perception of my readers, consider this excerpt:
Officers were instructed to arrest people for "blocking the sidewalk," for not possessing ID (even while just feet from their homes), even for no reason at all (cops were told to "articulate" a charge at a later time). The cops were told to make arrests even if they knew they'd be voiding the charge at the end of their shifts. As a sergeant implores in one recording, "Again, it's all about the numbers."
About those numbers: While only about one tenth of 1 percent of the stops yielded a gun (at present it's nearly impossible to legally carry a gun in New York), the practice has helped drive up the city's marijuana arrests from 4,000 in 1997 to 40,000 in 2007. Marijuana for personal use was actually decriminalized in New York during that period. But you still can't display your pot in public. So the police simply stop people, trick them into emptying their pockets, and then arrest them for displaying marijuana in public.
If you can think of a better word than harassment, please let me know. I can think of a few, but they aren't suitable for family reading.
Once upon a time I believed that police officers were friends of the community. They were what stood between you and the bad guys. They put their lives on the line to keep the community safe. Today I no longer view local law enforcement as offering this protection. In fact, a loved one asked me the other day if I thought it was a good idea to teach her young son that police officers are safe in case he gets lost in a public place. I wasn't sure what to tell her. One would like to think that police officer would be more trustworthy than an average citizen, but does putting on a badge and carrying a gun really bestow that upon a personality? I am inclined to think it does not. The stories above prove it.
by Carlton Smith
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God Bless You, Mr. Harwell
Sitting on the picnic table in the backyard on an August afternoon, I watched my father playing cribbage with my grandfather. Propped up on the table, next to the cribbage board, sat a small radio with an analog dial, tuned in to the ball game. Listening to the game through Ernie's voice I could see the field and the action as well as I could have had I been there. The only thing missing was the smells of popcorn and hot-dogs. I sat and wondered how he knew where all those folks catching foul balls were from. I fancied he had a seating chart in front of him with the home towns of all the fans.
Many a spring and summer afternoon of my childhood was spent just like this. Me, dad, grampa, a cribbage board and Ernie Harwell. All of us enjoying the shade of that old tree, and loving the game of baseball.
You see, to me, the game itself is intertwined with Ernie's voice. Even today, eight full years since Ernie called his last game, when I turn on the radio to listen it always seems an impostor has invaded the broadcast booth. I'm sure that the guys they have on their now are all wonderful people and I'm sure that they are as good, or better than the radio announcers for most teams. It's just not the same. Even though I still enjoy it - even though I still love it - without Ernie's voice, it's no longer sacred. It no longer brings to mind all of those wonderful memories.
But today, thinking upon his passing, I still cherish those memories. I cherish those summer afternoons sitting in the back yard. Those days by my grandma's pool, huddled in the small cabana with my cousins, hanging on every word. Hoping that Lou Whittaker would pull through with a clutch hit. Hoping that Kirk Gibson would knock another one out of the park. Waiting for that strikeout from Jack Morris, that you knew was coming. Jumping up and down in my grandfather's living room while Gibson rounded third after hitting that monumental home run in game 5 of the 1984 World Series. Watching in awe as Larry Herndon caught that last out of the 9th inning, making the Tigers World Champions. And Ernie was there. Every time.
Yesterday, listening to the radio on my afternoon drive home from work, I heard caller after caller talk about their experiences with Ernie. The owner of a small baseball card store that ran into him on a golf course and asked him if he would record an answering machine message for him - and he gladly did. The sound engineer working back stage for a Tigers event that Ernie approached, just to thank him for the job that he was doing. The mother who frequented the same grocery store as Ernie and his wife, who talked about how Ernie always remembered her name, asked how she was doing and always took time to talk to her young children. Caller after caller, letting the world know how knowing Ernie Harwell made the world a better place for all of them.
I did not know Ernie, personally. I never had the pleasure of meeting him. But for me, the reason I had to pause upon hearing of his passing, was because I knew it was time to say goodbye to all of those memories of my own. I miss those days sitting in the back yard with grandpa and Dad. I miss all of it. Hearing Ernie's voice over the transistor was part of it.
So, today it is with a sad heart that I send my love to all who knew and loved him. And to him I say, thank you. Thank you for being a small part of some of my most wonderful childhood memories. God bless you, Mr. Harwell.
by Carlton Smith
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What Do You Think?
I'm really not sure what to think. My first instinct is to not believe it, and think this was someone's severely misguided attempt at humor. But it appears to actually be from the State of Pennsylvania.
I've often heard people argue that taxation is not really coercion and there is nothing wrong with taking part of what someone produces for the good of everyone. Those of you out there sympathetic with that view, watch this video, and realize that real people are under pressure to pay these taxes for whatever reason. And those people in Pennsylvania are watching this ad on their televisions.
If you don't think that income taxes are coercive, think about what happens when you don't pay them. Who do they send to your house? Men. Men with guns. They know who you are.
by Carlton Smith
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A Glimmer of Hope
This video, from Karl Denninger says it all. There is now legislation before congress that limits the size of banking institutions so that "too big to fail" will no longer be an issue. If this is passed the threats of the banksters no longer have teeth. There is certainly more to do, but if you are interested in keeping this country from completely collapsing, this is the first step.
It will be interesting to see what members of congress support it and what members oppose it.
by Carlton Smith
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I Gotta Wear Shades
Some interesting things have been happening of late that I wanted to share my thoughts on. Recently I've been quite concerned that the amount of deficit spending our congress and president have availed themselves of would lead to a systemic crash, the likes of which would make the Great Depression look like a cake walk. I believed this would happen because the well would eventually run dry.
Look at what is happening in Greece right now. No one wants to lend them money and their treasury bonds are on par with war-torn Pakistan. Junk. But Greece, though important to the European economy and troublesome to the fate of the Euro, is not anywhere near the size player that the U.S. is in the world economy. You know the saying, the bigger they are...
I was concerned because I didn't see any scenario playing out where our beloved politicians would pull back the reigns before it was too late. I didn't see them mustering the political will to just say, "no". But now, I wonder, if it just might be happening. The housing subsidy, granting new home buyers up to $8000 in tax breaks for buying a new home and $6,500 for non-first-time-buyers, is actually coming to an end. The papers are now starting to warn of the impacts of expanding the stimulus. And Wall Street might just give the politicos the scapegoat they need to end the madness.
Even today, Ben Bernake said, “Achieving long-term fiscal sustainability will be difficult, but the costs of failing to do so could be very high,” Bernanke said in remarks prepared for a speech today to a White House commission on the budget deficit. “Increasing levels of government debt relative to the size of the economy can lead to higher interest rates, which inhibit capital formation and productivity growth -- and might even put the current economic recovery at risk."
So now, even members of the old guard are beginning to have their doubts as to the wisdom of the current course of action. I can no longer say that I would be entirely awestruck were I to start hearing the politicos and media cheerleaders start trumpeting the line that they need to get out of the way and let the mess the Wall Street banks made clean itself out of the system. Now, that said, I didn't say it wouldn't surprise me, and I don't think it will happen.
I expect that the stimulus will be pulled back for now. And the economy will screech to a grinding halt. Property prices will fall dramatically again (I'm guessing another 25% or so). The commercial real estate bubble, which has been sitting at it's apex will finally burst. People will stop buying things again (with the money they are saving by not paying their mortgages, having caught on to the fact that banks aren't foreclosing). Unemployment will soar again. Then the politicians will start shaking in their boots and start pumping the stimulus prime once again. If they're lucky, the mess in Europe will still be going on and the renewed acceleration in deficit spending won't detonate the U.S. treasuries market. Yet.
The trouble with all of this is that the current deficit spending and the future re-acceleration of it that I predict do nothing but delay the inevitable. There is a ton of misallocated investment out there that needs to fail so that its pieces can be put to productive use once again and the economy can actually recover. All of this stimulus has made it worse. The future stimulus I project will make it worse still.
What we have here are two options. One option is to stop the madness and take the medicine. The economy will fall dramatically for a little bit of time, I'd say between a year and two years, and then it will finally start to climb out of the gutter on a new and healthy footing. The other option is to continue the stimulus madness until the point where the world calls us on our debt and causes a complete system crash, marking an end of the American Empire and the kind of life we've all grown accustomed to.
Of course, while I present this as a dichotomy, there are shades of options between these two extremes. We could spend the next several decades stopping and starting stimulus programs to forestall the pain, hoping for some new magic internet 2.0 type technology which will employ millions of people in some new industry that doesn't currently exist, and grind away in the doldrums in the interim. It's possible that we could keep halting these borrowing spurts before the treasury markets decide to call bull. I don't think it's likely, but it is certainly possible.
The one thing I can say for certain is this supposed "recovery" our politicians are talking about right now is not happening. And it won't happen for a long way off.
"The future's so bright..."
by Carlton Smith
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Fraud, Deceit and Banking
This pretty much sums it up. Nice to know that the Republicans and Democrats can at least work together when it comes to covering up banking fraud, giving a free pass to Wall Street criminals and changing accounting rules so that the very people that are looting our system of what little production remains don't have to recognize their losses and can continue to write themselves huge bonus checks.
by Carlton Smith
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The Times, They Are A’ Changing
On my way into to work this morning I saw an advertisement billboard that struck me.
[Name of Bank] We have money to lend (and the will to lend it)
When a bank can say that it's ability to lend and will to lend separates it from other banks you have to know that things aren't going well.
Even in light of this, though, I have to say that it's probably fool hearty for banks to be lending right now, especially if they are writing mortgages. The housing market has taken quite a hit, to be certain. But one economist that predicted the housing crash in the first place says there is a very good chance that housing will crash again.
By transferring more underwater mortgage balances onto the public books, the plan puts taxpayers on the hook for further losses if housing prices continue to fall. Given the massive support for real estate already afforded by record-low interest rates and massive federal tax and policy incentives, there are very good reasons to believe that home prices will indeed collapse when these crutches are removed. Recent spikes in long-term interest rates warn of this prospect.
If these items aren't enough to make you wonder, perhaps this last item will. Remember all that talk in grade school about this being a free country? Well, it just got a little less free again. Due to a recent law, if you decide you want to put your money in a foreign bank to keep it safe from a falling economy, the IRS wants to know. And if the country you do your banking through has laws that prohibit such disclosures (like Switzerland) they are being ordered to close the accounts.
Because if anyone had read it, the act would have been known as the Capital Controls Act, as one of the lesser, but infinitely more important provisions on page 27, known as Offset Provisions - Subtitle A—Foreign Account Tax Compliance, institutes just that. In brief, the Provision requires that foreign banks not only withhold 30% of all outgoing capital flows (likely remitting the collection promptly back to the US Treasury) but also disclose the full details of non-exempt account-holders to the US and the IRS.
Come, gather 'round people, wherever you roam, and admit that the waters around you have grown...
by Carlton Smith
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Old Dogs and New Tricks
I am 36 years old, and until two months ago I had never put on a pair of ice skates. However, tonight, I had the pleasure of playing ice-hockey on a coed league for all levels. My fiancee, Tiffany, you see, is much younger than I am, and has been playing hockey ever since she was a kid. She loves playing. And she thought it would be fun to teach me to skate and see if we couldn't play together. I thought the idea, though not without its hurdles, sounded like quite a lot of fun.
So, two months ago we went out and bought me a bunch of hockey gear, including ice skates, and I commenced learning how to skate. My first time on the ice I didn't think I would be able to move. I was very unbalanced and was very uncomfortable leaning all of my weight on one leg and pushing off with the other. I spent the entire time staying as close to the wall as I could and moved along slowly, with much trepidation.
Since then, we've managed to get up to the rink about 10 times, and my skating was progressing nicely. I certainly don't look like I'm competent on ice skates, but I've at least gotten to the point that I can push of with both feet a few times and glide and turn a bit. I am completely unable to stop myself without running into something.
So, tonight was the big night. Our first night playing with the league. My little brother, Tony, and his friend, Matt, also joined the league with us. My brother had never played hockey before, but is quite a bit more competent on skates than I am. His friend has been playing hockey since he was a kid.
We got creamed. The final score was 5 - 1. But, it was worth every minute of it. I had a blast getting out there on the ice, lunging at the puck with a lack of grace comparable to a small child first learning to ride a bike. I fell several times. But I was managing to get from one end of the ice to the other, albeit a degree of magnitude more slowly than my teammates and opponents. But still, I got out there and gave it a go. I even managed to get a shot on net. Technically. The puck was travelling along the ice slowly enough that I could have been walking it, but it got to the goalie, and had he not been there it would have gone in.
Tiffany was very happy to get back on the ice again and played very well - she even had an awesome cross-ice pass to one of the other women on the team - though she didn't quite come down with it. The pass was right there and behind the defense, though.
Even cooler was the fact that Tony, in his first time playing was the one that scored our only goal.
by Carlton Smith
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I’ve Been Tired
What a treat to meet you all and participate here. My name is Jason, and I am not an alcoholic. Hazim is the name bestowed upon me by Saiyid Szohail AL"Aridi on my first day of school at the Defense Language Institute at the ripe 'ol age of 19. They are Arabs and their names DO mean shiite. Hazim means: resolute, energetic, judicious, discreet & prudent. Mr. AL"Aridi was certainly no prophet.
Or was he? Time will tell. But he never got to see much of that out of me.
Now, I just trudge along the tip of the corporate spear and enjoy the love of my family and friends. Not a bad gig if you can get it, but work sure doesn't fulfill me.
Corporate structures and political entities are repulsive to my humours. I thrive on merriment and conversation, and I've never met a sinner that wasn't a mirror.
But I believe in an almighty creator named Yaweh (or sounds to that effect) and I believe in a king of corruption, deception and death named many things. And I believe that Yaweh personified the human part of his infinite existence in a man named Yeshua who settled some old blood feuds with the deceiver and advocated for us to Yaweh. We can learn his simple truth in order to inherit his eternal kingdom with him through love in all its many splendors, as it was shown to us through his life here. The King of Righteousness is my Sovereign. And that's all I got to say about that. Unless you want to discuss it, of course.
I think that those who assert cooercive authority over me are usurpers, except on the most tactical level. Cops are just the cannon fodder for the ruthless rulers of this wicked world, and I wish them no harm. But, I haven't perfected my forgiveness powers to the point that I can wish no harm to the "Great Architects" of this coming holocaust, if you know what I mean
Favorite Movie: Revenge of the Sith
Favorite Book: Rulers of Evil
Favorite Color: Blue
Favorite Song: Six Sixty Six by Frank Black and the Catholics
Favorite Band: Pixies
Favorite Singer: Don Francisco
Favorite President: whichever one had the shortest reign
Favorite Country: Beyond the frontier
Favorite Memory: 05181999, the day I separated from the US Air Force
2nd Favorite Memory: 6/1/1993, my last day of high school
Favorite Beer: Never met a beer I didn't like
Favorite TV Show: Breaking Bad or The Venture Brothers, toss-up
Favorite Female Body Part: Breast
Favorite Game: Civilization IV
Favorite Food: I am a glutton
What are some of your favorite things?
Well, now that I've gotten all the crazy out there; It's a pleasure to know you all and I look forward to sharing, fellow travellers.
Hazim
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Welcome Hazim
A long time friend of mine, going by the handle "Hazim" has recently agreed to become a contributor to this blog. You'll find his posts, I'm sure, to be entertaining and often controversial. His view is certainly unique, and we don't always agree (though, we often do), but his voice is certainly worth hearing. I hope you enjoy his perspective as much as I do. Welcome, Hazim.
by Carlton Smith
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