Round And Round

Robin's red barn we go.

I await events re my 'mugging', cops doing a great job, cops dropping the ball,  property return and other things I'm wont to comment on til the right time, which is NOT YET.

What's happening doesn't amount to a hill of beans compared to draconian gov and decent people getting the jagged end.  But it is MY hill of beans.

And I try not to haunt myself by wishing I'd stopped the threat.  It would have indeed stopped a string of events for others as well.

So hang in yet again and keep alert and aware of what's going down re the Republic.

When the time is ripe, I will have a dandy post for all.

Remember re my minor event and major ones such as gov lies re Benghazi, gun walker, IRS etc and injustice perped against folks like the Reeses, that there is a sore thumb sticking out:

There is truth and there is legal truth.

Something Rash

No, not a Fort Sumter.  I have a rash lol.

Shingles/hives etc are still unknown territory to a great extent.  Cause is still wispy.

Someone said I'm internalizing too much.  Maybe.  But, I'm pretty good at saying what I think.

There are a lot of things going on right now.  I still have some developments pending and I meet things head on.  Let them go too. 

As for others, you must find your own way.  That doesn't mean lack of support.  It means that your problems must be solved by you.

So I don't let rashes get me down.  There are far worse things.

Send some healing my way and I'll send some your way too -s-.

It is from all things we learn.

Don't be distracted.  Let the bad stuff pass through.

Let this be a tiny dose of philosophy for the time being lol.

Obstacles are opportunities. 

Enough said.

Paper And Ink.

I love books.  I love the feel and smell of paper and ink.

I'm sure our electronic lives will progress, but I hope not at the cost of paper and ink.

Probably when the time comes soon, I'll have my books available on Kindle as well as print.  All well and good.  But for me, their is something impermanent ephemeral about it.  Yes, eventually paper degrades, but their are types that are age resistant and why not reprint?.  There are plenty of trees, in spite of what green folk say.  Hey, we can even recycle.  -s-

We are so conditioned to the computer world, it's hard to imagine life without them.  Actually, though the years were early, the kids were without them.  My entire childhood never saw them.  Now they have 'baby puters' to condition little ones early.

Yes, I'm writing on one now and posting this on my blog.  It's a good thing (Miri).  What we should ask is what do we do if and when the power goes out?

One summer a while back, we experienced a storm of Biblical proportions.  Floods and power outages happened for at least a day.  Some places have had it worse with no electricity for days even weeks.

The time I recall is minor but telling.

We simply whipped out the candles and read books.  We managed to eat without a working kitchen and we listened to hand crank radio.

A relative of their, a cousin was flummoxed.  Didn't seem to know what to do except languish, seeming to mourn the loss of power.

Tech is fragile if civilization is not.  For even without power, we can make our choices, live our lives.

So treasure paper and ink.  They are a conveyance for weal or woe.  A Bible, a communist manifesto.  A Declaration of Independence, Constitution and Bill of Rights or Mein Kampf.    Such is choice and by which we may know many things.

Paper and ink are outward expression of what is in heart and mind.

And what is written on the heart is forever. 

Our Own Good.

Am I repeating something here?  Probably so forgive the repetition.  When something sticks in my craw, I have to work it out.

How many times do we hear something is for 'our own good'?  It assaults us and pounds us monotonously.  All the collectivist drivel is touted to be good for us.  Obamacare, gun control, drones etc are just what Dr Marx ordered as a prescription for tyranny.

We are treated as children who cannot make up our own minds.  Then again, collectivism insults humanity's intelligence.

One of the more subtle personal moments regarding this condescending attitude came years ago when the kids' Mom and I decided to send them to school outside our homeschool.  Particularly, we applied to Park Tudor a private school on Indianapolis' Northside.

Certainly our son and daughter were academically qualified.  High IQ, achievers etc were and are common refs for them.  Moneywise, we planned the tuition.

Yet, after interviews with them and us, the school declined us.

We were specifically told in the rejection letter that it was in their best interest (sic) NOT to attend Park Tudor.  Huh?

Snobbery had reared its bloated head.  Yes it's an exclusive school, chockfull of wealthy as in prominent parents' kids attending.  What possessed us to even apply in retrospect eludes me.  I grew up on the Northside and went to North Central HS.  Never cared for the pompous attitude at Park Tudor.  It was too 'fishbowl' or 'test tube'.  Isolated upper middle class and wealthy folks' kids mixing mostly with only their own element.

We agreed it was indeed in our best interest to go elsewhere.  We decided on a charter school for our daughter and his Mom's HS Alma Mater.  This worked out well and both kids excelled as usual.  No doubt they would have at PT, but they were exposed to lower income and inner city folks.  The ivory tower of the Northside would have given them a very skewed view of the world.

My Dad was well known for communicating/relating with almost anyone from anywhere.  This was evident in our children as well.  Their experiences gave them a broader base from which to work out and determine for themselves about people from many walks of life.

Thanks Park Tudor for the ridiculous but ultimately unintended consequence of declaring our kids persona non grata.  They will take their places as leaders and achievers where no snob cared to go before.

So they also determine for themselves what is for their own good.

Dear Dearth

Just a note denoting that there is no end to entries.  Just when I wonder where they come from, they pop up like perverted whack-a-moles.

I've maintained a personal perspective to my posts partly to tie into what is happening concerning our Republic and to simply give a human view of what's going on in my life.

Shortly I have the trial of one of my 'muggers' Brandon Nabors.  I do not agree with Father Flanagan that there is no such thing as a bad boy.  Brandon is a budding career criminal.  I predict sooner or later someone will stop the threat.

And the blooming soviet style methods at the East Washington Street Best Buy are a sight to behold.  They are symptoms of the disease of collectivism infecting our Republic.
As these events are unfolding, I am waiting to post specifics at a later date, hopefully within the next couple of weeks.

Til then, hold on for the bumpy ride ahead.

Regards.

Well, the latest chapter in the 'I got jumped on Brookside Parkway' drama unfolds soon.  May 6 Brandon Nabors, the alledged 'leader'; of the 3 little s***s has a jury trial.

After this event, I will update.  But for now, it serves to remind me of the events of that night, August 27, 2012 and the aftermath.

The situation, up to a point, was handled well enough.  However, when the perps were nabbed with my property, it began to unravel.

The uniforms did their jobs, but it is the detective Bill Cincebox, who remains at fault.

This is opinion only of course, but I should have been taken to where they were nabbed to make an on the spot ID.  That was a major mistake when I was not.

Only the following morning did cincebox contact me.  He came to the house with printouts, slammed them on the hood, telling me to ID.  I had not slept, I was unfocused and disoriented.  I looked and couldn't actually see well.  I insisted he schedule another time later in the week.  He said no, my failure to ID was my only chance.

He questioned if the stolen gun was mine.

Bradis sent the wrong serial number and he concluded it was not my gun. 

I said I could ID it with a physical mark, a slight dent in the end of the barrel.

Cincebox was puzzled and without warning drew his weapon, jerking it out but pointing it down fortunately.  He asked me to point to the part of the gun I meant!  WTF???

I simply told this paragon of policing it was hwere the bullet came out.  Wonder how much expertise he had with guns.  I have decades, maybe longer than he has been around.  How could someone act this way?  Oh, I forgot, he is an 'only one'.

His behavior the whole time was jerky and hyper.  Was he like this or was this somehow induced?

He called later saying the gun could not have been mine as the serial number did not synch.  I subsequently discovered Bradis' mistake and they faxed the correct number to IMPD.  Oh yes, he also said there was no dent.  I knew he was BSing me and I called him on it.  All he said was he hadn't seen the serial number sent by Bradis the second time.  It was Tuesday and he said he wouldn't be back on duty til Saturday.  Wonder if he needed to sober up or what?

In calling him out, he merely said maybe they switched guns!  Ummm, thugs are not that connected and it had been a very short time.  Jim Grey, the officer who helped me had said they recovered the gun and all the mags/ammo etc.  Cincebox was unbelievable in his ridiculous badgering.  I resented his interrogation especially as it was just the following afternoon and I had finally sought rest.  Insensitive, no apology hardly covers it.

I received a call Saturday From Cincebox.. He was friendly and called me by name and said we could arrange a time at my convenience to ID the perps.  The he realized supposedly, that I was the wrong Michael.  There had been another assault after me that night near College and New York.  It's a Yuppie neighborhood with an upscale bar and a gay/leather bar.  Bet the perps thought there were easy pickings and docile victims in such a hood.  Mind you I'm not making a judgment just telling you the lay of the land and the probable perception that many gays and yuppies tend to be either passive or at least not armed.  I'll leave it to the reader to opine about the situation.

He was still talking jerkily, perhaps just a trait.  I don't know.  But he was dismissive, declaring that the gun etc were indeed mine!  Thanks for telling me what I already knew was my answer. 

That was that.  And btw, I stupidly did not recall the serial number because I had the original receipt from Bradis, by way of CDNN in the fanny pack in case I had to use the gun and it was taken for evidence.  I will not suffer that mistake again.  I know my numbers by heart and have copies.

What I wonder is his deference to the other victim.  He seemed to bend over backwards to accommodate him while I was handled dismissively.

Cops I've known who do their jobs well would have said to wait til I'd rested.  Or, the big or, they would have transported me to where the perps were apprehended for on the spot ID.  Sure the immediacy of identification was important, but then we come back to on the spot ID.

Cincebox himself (I discovered researching him) had done this with a victim on the southside previously.  Hmmmm. 

It's been suggested by my ex and others (couple of cops included) that he seemed to have little regard for me because of where I lived.  Difficult to prove but food for thought.

My belief he was inept would be fruitless to pursue.  I know the blue wall well and any accusation would be dismissed.  And it would simply be hard to pinpoint.

So I am left with the result.  I plan to be at the trial obseving and I hope arranging the return of my property.  I will not let it 'disappear' as many items have over the years from the Property Room.  That includes blood samples of a cop indicted for killing someoen while drunk driving.  He has btw been arrested for DUI just the other day again.

Lessons learned.  All i have to say is I am better prepped now than I was.  The warrior is reawakened on all levels -s-.

So regards are a two way street. 

I have contempt for cops who don't do their jobs whatever the reason.

It is up to us to regard ourselves and of course to protect ourselves.  Period.

Blowin In The Wind

Here's to the whistleblowers!  A list follows:
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Some are made public either on purpose or through slipups.  But I believe anonymity plays an important part in exposing tyranny.

I know there are times that specifics are important, in that hiding in plain sight will give us people with whom we can rally.  They stand up and are counted, putting everything they hold dear at risk, as did the Founders.

However, the invisible folks who do the anonymous work of intel remain unsung and slip in and out of history. 

In other words, if anyone wants to know what I know, I know nothing (all due respect to Sgt Schultz from Hogan's Heroes).

I have been scrutinized.  And though I have made it clear that I will help Restore the Republic, it's fruitless to monitor me in the hope of getting names.

So whistle past the graveyard or go blowin' in the wind.

In the soft silence there is a hum, more felt than heard. 

It's the enemies, foreign and oh those creepy domestic ones suckin' wind.

-S-