It's an unhappy little news item about a woman accused of large-scale animal neglect. She's been charged, and the surviving dogs and cats are being cared for. Not worth mentioning but for the phrasing of AP's final sentence.
"Six of the dogs are suspected of being pregnant."
I hope Joe Friday gets to the bottom of this.
Feb 16, 2012
To Serve and Protect
When the SWAT team got to Mathew Corrigan's home in Washington, D.C., at 4 a.m., one of the boss cops asked Corrigan for permission to search his apartment. Corrigan declined. The officer remonstrated that his busy schedule made it inconvenient for him to secure a warrant merely to accommodate himself to the Fourth Amendment, or, in Officer Friendly's words:
"I don't have time to play this Constitutional bullshit."
The previous evening Mr. Corrigan, an Army reservist, felt depressed and called a "hot line" hawking itself as a source of help for military people under stress. (it turned out to be the National Suicide Prevention Hot Line operating under an alias.)
The counsellor asked if he had firearms. Mr. Corrigan answered, "yes." Some time later, the conversation ended and Mr. Corrigan went to bed. Meanwhile, the helpful hot liner alerted Washington cops who decided this threat to public order required a team of about 25 to 30 stormers in appropriate ninja gear.
With the Constitutional bullshit dismissed in the interest of administrative efficiency, officers entered the apartment, trashed it (very literally), took his dog, killed his tropical fish, seized his three firearms, and hustled Mr. Corrigan himself off to a hospital as a possible suicide risk. Two days later the doctors released him as non-suicidal -- released him to the police who jugged him for about two weeks.
He went home and found that, among other things, those who serve and protect had denied him the small courtesy of re-locking his apartment. He found that the local EOD detachment had practiced its craft by slitting open and scattering virtually every package in his refrigerator, cupboard, and closets.
He is suing has for $500,000 plus costs -- drastic under reach, if you ask me. I suggest about ten times that, to be assessed personally against every cop involved, not to the taxpayers.
For the "John Doe NO. 1" officer, the conscientious objector to Constitutional bull shit, I suggest:
-- That he be stripped of badge and gun, indicted, horse-whipped, have "asshole" tatooed on his forehead, and be assigned as Mr. Corrigan's personal slave for the remainder of his natural life. (This will require amendment of the Constitution, particularly a narrow suspension of the bill of attainder bar. So be it. Let the Article Five festivities begin.)
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Two hat tips are necessary here. To Between Two Rivers -- who nominated TMR a Liebster Blog (with words kind enough to make me blush) -- and to Robert's Gun Shop.
"I don't have time to play this Constitutional bullshit."
The previous evening Mr. Corrigan, an Army reservist, felt depressed and called a "hot line" hawking itself as a source of help for military people under stress. (it turned out to be the National Suicide Prevention Hot Line operating under an alias.)
The counsellor asked if he had firearms. Mr. Corrigan answered, "yes." Some time later, the conversation ended and Mr. Corrigan went to bed. Meanwhile, the helpful hot liner alerted Washington cops who decided this threat to public order required a team of about 25 to 30 stormers in appropriate ninja gear.
With the Constitutional bullshit dismissed in the interest of administrative efficiency, officers entered the apartment, trashed it (very literally), took his dog, killed his tropical fish, seized his three firearms, and hustled Mr. Corrigan himself off to a hospital as a possible suicide risk. Two days later the doctors released him as non-suicidal -- released him to the police who jugged him for about two weeks.
He went home and found that, among other things, those who serve and protect had denied him the small courtesy of re-locking his apartment. He found that the local EOD detachment had practiced its craft by slitting open and scattering virtually every package in his refrigerator, cupboard, and closets.
He is suing has for $500,000 plus costs -- drastic under reach, if you ask me. I suggest about ten times that, to be assessed personally against every cop involved, not to the taxpayers.
For the "John Doe NO. 1" officer, the conscientious objector to Constitutional bull shit, I suggest:
-- That he be stripped of badge and gun, indicted, horse-whipped, have "asshole" tatooed on his forehead, and be assigned as Mr. Corrigan's personal slave for the remainder of his natural life. (This will require amendment of the Constitution, particularly a narrow suspension of the bill of attainder bar. So be it. Let the Article Five festivities begin.)
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Two hat tips are necessary here. To Between Two Rivers -- who nominated TMR a Liebster Blog (with words kind enough to make me blush) -- and to Robert's Gun Shop.
Feb 15, 2012
Speaking of P.O. Ackley
Following Parker O.s work was just plain fun. Still is, for that matter.
He was king of the wildcat game in that inventive era after World War Two when American men (mostly) weren't afraid to dirty up their hands, learn to read micrometers and ballistics charts, and explain to their neighborhood machinist just what they wanted in their custom chambering reamers.
This was before the time of televison, so of course the guys couldn't just watch Sons of Guns to learn all about which guns to buy and Top Shot to learn how to use them.
The aforementioned .22/.30-30 Ackley Improved was one of his creations, and I suspect even a space age M4gery-style gear queer might think it pretty sexy to loose a 50 grainer at 3980 from a handy little Savage 99
He was king of the wildcat game in that inventive era after World War Two when American men (mostly) weren't afraid to dirty up their hands, learn to read micrometers and ballistics charts, and explain to their neighborhood machinist just what they wanted in their custom chambering reamers.
This was before the time of televison, so of course the guys couldn't just watch Sons of Guns to learn all about which guns to buy and Top Shot to learn how to use them.
The aforementioned .22/.30-30 Ackley Improved was one of his creations, and I suspect even a space age M4gery-style gear queer might think it pretty sexy to loose a 50 grainer at 3980 from a handy little Savage 99
Bear in the Air*
Joel finds himself somewhat worried about new FAA regulations which could arm every Barney Fife in the nation with his own sky spy surveillance system -- straight optical, thermal, and, when the technology is ripe, x-ray for seeing through your bedroom curtains.**
Me too, but it may be an opportunity for some tech-savvy lad to start working on a new, affordable, man-portable air defense system. I'm thinking along the lines of a smart .22LR, 36-grain hollow point. With the proper digital internals -- fire and forget -- it would be just the thing for neutralizing cop-snoop-robots with a takeoff weight of six ounces, including the camera. I claim naming rights: The TMR Fourth Amendment Special. (C'mon. It isn't that much more linguistically awkward than, say, the .22/.30-30 Ackley Improved.)
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*Objectionably young readers may not get this. It's from the 1970s era of the national 55 miles per hour speed limit. which (a) turned every driver in America into a criminal and (b) almost single-handedly created the CB radio industry. "Breaker breaker one-nine, Bear in the air mile post 69 makin' eights." It meant a cop in a Cessna 150 was up there, timing you. It sounds best drawled out in Tennessean.
**Rick Santorum would love this X-ray bit. Seems the weather in Joel's desert empire is miserable, giving him time to point out gaspers like this. Rick proposes to use this presidency to improve your sex life, apparently by making sure you get less.
Me too, but it may be an opportunity for some tech-savvy lad to start working on a new, affordable, man-portable air defense system. I'm thinking along the lines of a smart .22LR, 36-grain hollow point. With the proper digital internals -- fire and forget -- it would be just the thing for neutralizing cop-snoop-robots with a takeoff weight of six ounces, including the camera. I claim naming rights: The TMR Fourth Amendment Special. (C'mon. It isn't that much more linguistically awkward than, say, the .22/.30-30 Ackley Improved.)
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*Objectionably young readers may not get this. It's from the 1970s era of the national 55 miles per hour speed limit. which (a) turned every driver in America into a criminal and (b) almost single-handedly created the CB radio industry. "Breaker breaker one-nine, Bear in the air mile post 69 makin' eights." It meant a cop in a Cessna 150 was up there, timing you. It sounds best drawled out in Tennessean.
**Rick Santorum would love this X-ray bit. Seems the weather in Joel's desert empire is miserable, giving him time to point out gaspers like this. Rick proposes to use this presidency to improve your sex life, apparently by making sure you get less.
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