Thursday, October 16, 2014

Open Letter To Ron Casey

Dear Ron:

I wanted an opportunity to say hello.  All other efforts have been fruitless.  So, I have been puzzled and simply ask 'why'.

I remember the referral I got some twenty five years ago.  It led to an association of several years for which I am thankful.

You guided and protected me in court concerning my oldest daughter and the machinations of her mother, as well as other legal matters.. 

You were a source of legal advice locally concerning certain aspects of show business inquiries.

You aided Ruthie and me to amicably end our marriage.

Through the years, you were a source of wisdom and comfort, a lawyer with heart.

You knew when to help and when it was unwise for me to proceed.

The incident when I was mugged and my gun stolen was tumultuous and a bit confusing.  Naturally I sought your advice concerning the matter.

I recall explaining in brief about the circumstances.  You agreed to talk to me further about it.

I remember your calling back one day.  I was outside where the wind and traffic interfered, in spite of you calling to try reconnecting, communications were. spotty.

I managed to tell you about my gun being taken and my belief that Detective Bill Cincebox 'dropped the ball' re my identifying the perpetrators.

I can tell you that I didn't feel it was worth pursuing his ineptitude.  He would have said he did his job and the 'blue line' would back him up.

The prosecutor eventually released my gun as I had properly identified it.  It was a strange catch 22.  I couldn't testify re the perps, but it was my gun stolen.

Before this, on the street, because of the cell fritzing in and out, You asked me to call you at the office the next day.

I agreed and duly returned your call.  I got you voice mail and left the ball in your court to once again call back.  I never received a call.

Several times, I left polite inquiries when we could talk.  The silence was deafening.  This included getting your secretary on the phone.  First time, she said you weren't there so I left another message reminding you of your agreement to talk with me.  Next time she just switched me to voice mail.  Over the next two weeks, I left maybe three-four are further polite inquiries.  You never responded

Obviously there may have been little you could have done.  However, to have thrashed it out would have harkened back to that lawyer with a heart I thought I knew.

I had dismissed the whole affair until 10/15/14.  Ruthie called you in re a matter which I will not speak of here.  It is a matter of some importance and again your wise counsel was sought.

She connected with the secretary who beeped you.  The secretary said she forgot you were in conference with a client.  So Ruthie left a message.  If there is any further communication on the matter, that is between her and you of course.

But it brought to mind what appeared to be stonewalling on your part with me two years ago.

So I ask why Ron?  What happened?

I could speculate.  That would be as fruitless as events of two years ago.  And what I think of Detective Cincebox is irrelevant.  Irritating but irrelevant.

I had hoped to continue an association with you as a trustworthy legal counsel for personal matters locally. 

That may be beside the point or not. 

Please do me the common courtesy of responding.

Thanks for all you did.  I hope we can continue.


Michael Hiland

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Midnite Spookathon

Anyone remember those 50s/60s late night shows popular way back when?

They took place after the movie house had shown its last feature for the day.  Sometimes drive-ins did the same thing, usually with a past midnight showing or dusk to dawn fun.

These shows featured live acts, much like vaudeville with various themes.  Sometimes the show were in synch with horror shows currently playing.  Often, they would include 'actors' moving amongst the audience, seeking to 'spook' them -s-.

I remember vampires and attempted appearances by recently dead rock stars.  I kid you not.  It must have been the birth of celebrity lookalikes. .

One time, I must have been 8 or so, Dr. Frankenstein's creature got loose, threatening to run amok.  The doctor shot him in the head, with a subsequent 'blood' gush and black out.  Impressive in a grade school kid's way.

The Indiana Theater had these penny dreadful epics often.  It was where I saw many monster epics such as Horror of Dracula.  The nearby parking garage even cooperated and weird music poured over a speaker as one walked out.  

Now the movie house is the Indiana Repertory Theatre.  I've even performed there in the past.  You can decide for yourself if their efforts are worth seeing.  They must be at least as good as the spookathons lol.

As for analogies, I'll leave that to you gentle reader concerning late night monstrous machinations in locked rooms inside the beltway and state capitols.

Trick or treat -s-!

Monday, September 29, 2014

Cartels And Terror

As always money talks and bull**** walks.  It's a magic show for the ages.

Drug cartels are big money.  They have many branches in the US.  Many have come over the border illegally as most of the thugs comprising their numbers are indeed illegal, let alone their evil activities.  They trade in drugs and all the fallout from then including prostitution, protection and arms trading.

These monsters are organized and include those with military training.  Also they include a wide range of geographic types such as Russian, Chinese and Mexican plus many more.  It's not just the Sicilian Mafia anymore.

There are various alliances mostly for convenience.  There is no love lost and many battle for territory.  They consider cities and neighborhoods 'their' property.  We are just saps living there.

Cops often simply tolerate gangs/cartels.  Many are bribed.  They are overwhelmed.  It's an elaborate game of cops and robbers and similar to the 1920s, crime proliferates while our rights suffer.

It's no wonder this scum will do dirty work such as gun smuggling for jihadists.  They certainly don't share the goals of the islamosch***ks and the fanatics think of them as just more infidels to eventually destroy.

But they do business.  It's not personal.  And this is all there is of principle amongst them.  Greed and hatred serve them as fuel for a diabolic fire.

I believe they are left to spread their mischief for a couple of reasons.  One is pure greed.  The other is to systematically destroy our infrastructure.

Imagine if we were disarmed.  Would the 'state' save us?  No.  We must study these mugworts and see to stopping them.  It takes terrific ability and yes understanding to do so. 

Of course there are those who wish to put a stop to cartel/terror activity.  They spit in the wind of the great money made and thrown around plus an agenda which seeks to use their behavior as another method of control.

Be wary and watch your backsides.  Armed America is a bigger stumbling block than we would be led to believe. Grassroots is more than those who would be our masters think. 

Sunday, September 28, 2014


It's pronounced 'Ahloopah'.  Scots Gaelic is an interesting trip down a twisty road of pronunciation.

So the land of many of my ancestors voted for independence.  It lost.  They voted to stay tethered to England.  It was, however closer than the statists and royalty liked. I bet.  Check it out.  It's ll over the internet, though slid down the hot topics headlines.

This cheeky Yank has an opinion.  Freedom is becoming a worldwide quest.  This has never gone away.  Though people are bribed with entitlements, there is a desire to strike out on their own.

My suggestion is for Scotland to break free, form a Constitutional Republic then realign itself with those who will actively destroy the jihadist threat.  Easier said than done?  Yes, but not impossible.  And Scots are renowned for rolling up their sleeves and getting to it.

We need to restore our own Republic.  It is supposed to be an example of Freedom for the world to follow.  But we can root for others.

An association of republics works better than an umbrella of socialist states such as the European Union.  Unity through diversity (Not the isolated attempt to pit people against each other) ie E Pluribus Unum is more dynamic than a pulpy collectivist blob.

Just my two cents as the international bankers smooth their ruffled feathers. 

One day Scotland will be Free.  People will win over the state.

Dreams do come true.  You cannot stop ideas.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Red Paint

Two kids, a boy, 17 and a girl, 15 were caught defacing a 114 year old Civil War memorial on August 28, 2013 in New York City.  There was no doubt it was this idiotic pair as they had some of the red spray paint on them.  Here's a tie-in story:

I haven't checked on their fate, but they were charged with felony mischief. 

Now I could go on about punk kids, spoiled brats etc committing criminal acts.  Robert Kennedy junior comes to mind for the recent climate march fiasco.  His past is emblematic and an excellent example of such people and their aberrant behavior.

I could mention how heinous it is to deface such sacred sites.  And that could lead one to ask wtf gets in someone's head.

What peeked my attention was the graffiti itself and the paint color.  Yes, I seem to always see something else.

A lot of the marks were silly faces and even the dips names.  There were indications however of sigils.

No, I'm not going all Supernatural re the series and its use of such symbols.  I'm merely noting there are instances where satanic displays occur and are largely ignored by the press.  Sure, sometimes sensationalistic stuff leaks through.  But hardcore demonic instances get glossed over.

The spiritual good or evil gets short shrift. 

Body, mind psyche spirit are cornerstones of existence.  JMHO of course, but the invisible is with us.  And I'm not weird bearding it for Halloween time.  I believe we ignore the spiritual at our own peril.

I'm also not trying to tell you what to believe nor how.  But this is food for thought and I offer it as such.

Red and black are common colors associated with satanic worship.  If you want to think I have an overactive imagination ok.

But idle minds are empty receptacles that are waiting to be filled.  We should be mindful of this and endeavor to fill with Light.

If we study our enemies, don't ignore the invisible.

As the Dylan song says, 'you gotta serve somebody'.

Down the line, I'll talk about what I think re collectivism and evil.

So color your life with Light.  Don't get caught red handed -s-.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Stage Dad Not

My daughter is off to fine arts college.  She is creating her own destiny or future.  As for destiny, I guess we could make that a separate philosophical subject. 

My son is continuing to map out his own course.  He knows what he wants and is traversing adulthood well.  Military and subsequent history teaching are on the horizon.

As for my girl, she is excelling at standup comedy and acting is on the docket.

I take credit only for giving them a start.  The rest is up to them.

There is nothing worse than a stage mom or dad.  They push their kids to live a life the kids may or may not want.  It's abusive itself but can lead to abuse from others for the sake of fame and fortune.

Some parents latch on, living off the profits.  While they should get a percentage while the kids are minors, there should be no further involvement, unless it is a business arrangement.

Also, that attachment is often vicarious.  The parent has failed, so live through the kid's accomplishment.

Jealousy many times lurks below the surface as the children become just some extension of the parent.

Let the kids be.  Let them shine on their own.  It is their turn to live.

I use the terms boy and girl out of affection.  A young man and young woman have flown from the nest.

We all have that on our side, ie, the capacity to determine a course of life for ourselves.

I will always love my kids.  But their lives are THEIRS.

Be Free.

Saturday, August 30, 2014


As usual books and papers have been written about progressivism.  And as always, I encourage the reader to search the vast store of knowledge on the internet.

Yes there are many who fancy themselves 'progressive' these days.  And who can argue with progress?  As a word its definition lends itself to moving forward, learning, science, advancing from barbarism to civilization.  I certainly don't. when progress is defined in that way.  I am educated, both in schools and way beyond.

But, there is a difference.  Collectivism attached itself like a rancid barnacle, twisting and politicizing progress, turning it into something unrecognizable.  Collectivists likewise stole the term 'liberal'.  The origin is nothing like the warped parody slathered around now.  Imagine a 'modern' liberal' being able to understand and tolerate other views lol.

Government is a star to these 'philosophies'.  It has the answers, as the people cannot be trusted on their own.  These are their words not mine, just in case someone tries to hijack and isolate a quote from me.  That's why, btw, one must dig and study in toto.  Collectivism lies and issues lies mixed with truth, rather like a demon possessing someone.  And there is a spiritual element/level to all of it.

Whether Saul Alinsky was being sarcastic he did dedicate his Rules for Radical to Lucifer and as he said 'the first radical'.  No it was the first psychopath.  And so do these saviors of mankind imitate pridefully and presumptuously to lord it over all of us.  Well some of us, but not me and I hope dear reader not you -s-.

Progressivism does this as one of the tony terms but aka as just another flavor of collectivism.

Such notions are feeble and backward.  Our Founders proved this and countered such for all time with our Republic. No wonder these goblins have sought to destroy it since even before it was formed.

Slavery, government monopoly, the destruction of individuality and more are hallmarks of collectivism, which is a great umbrella term for all the mokes comprising progressive, commie etc.

Of course these are counter productive and lead us back to control by the king or commissar.

Thus, I relabel Progressives as Regressives.  I don't think they like it -s-.  Shining light in the darkness always makes the bugs run.