10 November, 2012

cop[12]

You see some hardass motherfucker coming down the street, that guy will give it up in less than an hour.

I've stared down the hardest, bad-est killers and thugs on the planet. Tough mothers, hard headed and scarred. Tattooed up, cut up, calloused thugs that would cut your throat open if they could.

But not a single one of those shit heads ever gets out of the box without giving up their best friend, their mom and Jesus Christ Himself, if He worked the job with them, did the dirty.

Those cocksuckers don't scare me.

Kids.

They scare the shit out of me.

Kids ain't got no sense, no idea about consequences, no reasons not to spit in your fucken eye and tell you to go fuck yourself.

You can't get in their heads, cuz there ain't nothing there.

I don't mean all kids.. of course you can scare the shit out of some punk from the suburbs, some mommy or daddy's kid that fucked up, got caught up in some shit they didn't plan on. That's like stealing candy from a baby. Literally.

But there are some kids that just don't have no fucken "give a fuck".

Got to have the perp give a fuck about something and dangle that shit in their face hour after hour, shit, I'm getting paid. They're chained to the table and I'd getting overtime. I got all the time I need to turn most scumbags into a plea deal, 'cept those fucken whack ass kids who truly do not give a fuck.

You ever been mugged?

No?

Here's how it goes: some fuck will come at you, maybe with a gun, maybe a "gun", some bullshit in their pocket that ain't a gun, maybe a knife.

Every cop on the planet will put 99% of them fucks in their place before they get word one out. Muggers are lazy cowards, and you look them right in the eye when they have a gun pointed at you and you say "fuck you."

They don't know what to do with that. They run away. Muggers are like sharks, punch 'em in the nose and they pussy out, find some other mark.

But these psycho ass kids... man... shit.

This one kid, I'll never forget it.

Killed his mom. He dad was long in the wind. Killed his sister. Basically cut her fucking head off. Covered in blood when we brought his ass in.

He just laughed at us and drank soda.

But he had this empty, wild look. I will never forget it. Seen it again and again in young bucks who just do not give a fuck. Go to juvee and cut off the other inmates ears for fun.

God forbid they get out, they turn into the kind of cold killer you are lucky to get a clean shot on, no matter how much paperwork, because they are fucking feral.

Don't worry about some tough coming at you, because the laws of science and reason still work on someone who bothers to live long enough in these parts to get long in the tooth, but don't mess with the kids. They shoot first and think never.

cop[11]

05 November, 2012

2012 San Francisco Ballot Cheat Sheet

President of the United States of America/Vice President: Obama/Biden
United States Senate: Boxer
United States Senate: Feinstein
United States House of Representatives: Pelosi
State Assembly: Ammiano [ *]
Bay Area Rapid Transit Director: 1) Klivans, 2) Lucas, 3) Radulovich (incumbent)
San Francisco Board of Education: See: http://und1sk0.blogspot.com/2012/11/official-voting-instructions-from-lefty.html
San Francisco Community College Board: See: http://und1sk0.blogspot.com/2012/11/official-voting-instructions-from-lefty.html
California Ballot Measures:
Prop 30 - Yes.
Prop 31 - No [ * ].
Prop 32 - No.
Prop 33 - No.
Prop 34 - Yes.
Prop 35 - No.
Prop 36 - Yes.
Prop 37 - Yes. 
Prop 38 - Yes.
Prop 39 - Yes.
Prop 40 - Yes.
San Francisco Ballot Measures:
A - Yes.
B - Yes. 
C - Yes.
D - Yes.
E - Yes.
F - Yes [ * ].
G - Yes.

Official Voting Instructions From Lefty HQ: San Francisco Measures

Read through all this shit so you don't have to.

US Representative District 12:


I'll be voting for Nancy Pelosi.

John Dennis seems like an earnest enough guy, but the first thing I see on his webpage is a plea to "End the Fed." The Federal Reserve is vilified and misunderstood. Whenever I see a plea to end it, I know that there are other dog whistles a-blowing in the wind:
  • Dramatically cut federal spending immediately. Savings could be realized by abolishing the Departments of Education, Commerce and Agriculture and reorganizing the Department of Homeland Security. Budget savings for these changes would be approximately $300 billion.
  • Abolish capital gains taxes for at least 10 years, if not permanently. This will attract the necessary offshore capital to start businesses and create productive jobs.
  • Drastically cut, with an eye toward ending, the income tax. This puts real buying power back into the hands of the consumer.
Nice try, Libertarian!

State Assembly, District 17:


I report, you decide. State Assemblyman Tom Ammiano proposed a bill that would bar law enforcement from cooperating with Federal Immigration holds for non-violent offenders; this is considered a justice issue in the immigrant community, as ICE holds often lead to summary deportations, render asunder families and is a cog in our unjust and cruel immigration policy - one that is arguably racist.

On the other hand, Governor Brown (not at all the hippy-dippy cartoon from the 1980s) vetoed the bill, with lots of cheer-leading from those opposed to immigration reform or in favor of stricter enforcement of immigration (presumably targeting Latinos).

Tom Ammiano's opponent, Jason P. Clark, praise Governor Brown for his veto of AB1081.

Whatever Clark's motivation, he has some unfortunate company, and Ammiano's bill, while characterized as flawed by opponents, was lobbied and offered up as humanitarian relief against an increasingly militarized ICE.

I tend to side with Ammiano, and for Clark to call Ammiano out as out-of-touch with "California voters" is a dog-whistle. I think Clark is on the wrong side of the debate, acknowledging that he has at least put together a coherent  and un-shrill argument in favor of siding with the Governor on AB1081's defeat:

http://www.jasonclark2012.com/uploads/1/1/6/3/11637462/20121001_clark_for_assembly_press_release_on_ab_1081.pdf
That said, Clark opposes attempts to dismantle Hech Hechy, is pro-development of SF's blighted districts and is a "proud member" of the LGBT community - all areas where if I am not in total agreement, I and willing to cede some ground.

Most Californians will not be significantly effected either way unless they have a personal stake in immigration policy, a growing and plural minority who will have an increasing influence on local politics in years to come.

I will stick with the incumbent, SA Ammiano, however I urge you to vote your conscience.

BART Director, District 9:


Of the much maligned local public transportation systems, BART trails behind MUNI as most hated (although a close call against Caltrain, which IMO has shown improvement since the switch over this summer).

Here's how I would rank my choices:

1) Peter Klivans

A seemingly non-political "outsider", Klivans, an attorney, says all the right things in his ballot information packet:
  • Extend service to Oakland Airport, Silicon Valley and the Marina
  • Improve sanitation of trains and stations
  • Improve customer service and employee visibility
  • Encourage development near transit corridors and
  • Lateral transfers between BART and MUNI
  • Make BART more bike friendly 
2) Luke Lucas, City Transportation Commissioner

3) Tom Radulovich, BART Director

This would be an upset vote, sending a message to the establishment.

San Francisco Board of Education:

There are three seats opening up and 12 candidates running. Here's a quick run-down:

Sandra Lee Fewer: Incumbent and endorsed by Mayor Lee. Her webpage contains the standard bureaucratic bons mot and platitudes.

Kim Garcia-Meza: CV includes lots of early childhood development work as an educator. Endorsed by Fewer (see above) and Norman Yee, current BoE President. Union leader and SBO.

Matt Haney: UC Student Association Executive Director, Standford JD, community organizer and former State Senate legislative aide.
 
Victoria Lo: Pediatric healthcare professional, interested in engaging low-income and minority students in science, technology, engineering and math (STEM).

Rachel Norton: Incumbent. No particularly controversial positions or endorsements.

Beverly Ho-A-Yun Popek: Educator, SF native. Budget hawk.

Paul Robertson: SBO, USMC. Worked with CORE.

Sam Rodriguez: Parent and policy wonk/operative/etc with a lot of high-gloss endorsements (including with Lt. Gov Gavin Newsom). Do not see any radical or revolutionary (eg, game-changing) proposals.

Gladys Soto: Parent of public school student. Focus on outreach to Latino community. Emphasis on early education (K-3). Pro- "Restorative Practice", which educates children throughout disciplinary and administrative actions. Endorsements: Campos, Leno, Fewer.

Shamann Walton, MPA: "Executive Director." One giant paragraph of corp-babble and passive voice.

Jill Wynns: Incumbent. 20 years on BoE. Money raiser. Endorsements: Ma, Leno, Chu, Yee, SF Parents PAC.

Community College Board:

Dr. Amy Bacharach: Professor and policy wonk. Promises to bring faculty perspective to college board. Endorsements on web page.

Dr. Natalie Berg: Incumbent. "Students first."

Nathan Cruz: Financial analyst. Oh boy. Touts successful budget cuts among accomplishments. Went to Diablo Valley Community College and earned Masters in Public Policy from Carnegie-Mellon.

Chris Jackson: Incumbent. Cutting for the cure. Ensure re-accreditation of City College. Expand vocational curriculum.

Hanna Leung: Workers' Compensation Attorney. Chinese immigrant outreach. Endorsed by SF Board of Supervisors and Local 21 (teachers' union).

Rafael Mandelman: Local government attorney. Holds degrees from Yale, Harvard and Berkeley. Worked with various locally known and loved non-profits and commissions. Endorsements include Ammiano, Assesor Ting, Treasurer Cisneros and Sup. Avalos.

Steve Ngo: Trustee, Education Lawyer. Incumbent since 2008. Endorsed by Ammiano, Controller Chiang, DA George Gascon, Avalos and Campos.

Rodgrigo Santos: Structural Engineer. "Cares about education." Endorsements include Gascon.

George Vazhappally: SBO. Actually, it says "Small Businessman". Don't know if that means he, as a man, is small, or his business is small. Or, like, small business, man. Enthusiastic use of all caps, the first seen so far in the city voter guide. Also, he is a successful businessman. He asks for your vote.

William L. Walker: Student Trustee, SF CC District. "It's time for a student to lead." Take your best shot, champ.

...And finally, the ballot measures (there a zillion of them, so we're going to just blast through them).

San Francisco Municipal Ballot Measures:

A: City College Parcel Tax.

Yes.

B: Clean and Safe Neighborhood Parks Bond.

Yes. 

C: Housing Trust Fund

Yes.

D: Consolidating Odd-year Municipal Elections.

Yes.

E: Gross Receipts Tax

Yes.

F: Water and Environment Plan

Undecided. Measure added to ballot by petition. Board of supervisors opposes, national environmental group support. Leaning toward yes.

G: Policy Opposing Corporate Personhood.

Yes. Non-binding and symbolic.

02 November, 2012

cop[11]

Marsha was out cold when John heard Tony pull into the driveway. She was chewing on her hair, snoring softly.

John looked into the bathroom mirror. "What a mess." He frothed his face up with her shower gel and considered wiping down his pits. Nah, not today, not for Tony.

The fall air was clean, smelled of pine and burning leaves. Eugene, Oregon.

"Hey Tony, that's a lot of truck you got here," as John hoisted himself up into the passenger seat. "You know what they say, right?"

Tony said nothing, his hands gripped the wheel with his eyes fixed forward.

"They say, 'nice truck, sorry about your dick.'"

John laughed nervously.

Engine still running, Tony shifted the truck into gear, and the pickup shuddered before backing out onto Willamette Avenue.


cop[10]

31 October, 2012

Official Voting Instructions From Lefty Central HQ: National Elections for Northern California

The party line ticket.

The good (Barbara Boxer, Nancy Pelosi), the not-as-good (Barack Husein Obama) and the ugly (Diane Feinstein).

Diane Feinstein, for all her faults (and there are many) is the devil we know, same as the incumbent POTUS.
--

So let's deal with the 800-lbs gorilla in the room: Democrats acting like Republicans.

DiFi and Obama are both (the former enthusiastically and the latter more moderately) in the "blue dog" camp, which is a Democrat who is willing to court votes on the right, wants to appear business friendly and will often vote in spite of the will of the party constituency (or at least stated orthodoxy).

They are hawkish on defense and willing to play games with civil liberties (especially those pertaining to due process - looking at you, Mr. President); they can be coy or waffle regarding civil rights, especially marriage equality (though Senator Feinstein has always been pro- and POTUS has come around due perhaps in no small part to his disaffected base).

Finally in the past Blue Dogs have been not as enthusiastic supporters to the right for choice.

This has resulted in the passage of a number of laws, nationally and in state legislatures, that are obnoxious to anyone who cares about reproductive health (as organizations such as Planned Parenthood are in the crossfire of the culture wars) or a woman's right to choose.

Those Blue Dogs may not be willfully malicious, but theirs is in this and many other cases a sin of omission.

It is the Blue Dogs loyalty that Obama courted in his first months in office and throughout 2009 in order to pass the Health Care Bill, with all its blemishes, and the approval of the Blue Dog caucus (officially, the Democratic Leadership Caucus or DLC).

In the name of "bipartisanship" the DLC, Obama and the Blue Dogs have allowed the extreme right to run rough shod over legislatures on the state and local and national theatres, sometimes by malice but usually in the name of pragmatism.

--

On the right, or among the famously annoying undecided (eg, the audience for this post), there seems to be a lot of anxiety fomenting about the injustice of a two party system; hence the Tea Party and Libertarian resurgence.

These are the same people that confuse property with liberty and think that the right to have a gun is more important than the fact that I'd rather be alive than shot in the face, how's that for rights?

Not that gun control laws work. But the right has taken a bullshit reading of the 2nd Amendment and twisted it into an extreme ideology. I enjoy popping off a few rounds from a rifle as much as the next guy, but I'd rather dip my balls in fire ants than give 1¢ to the NRA, a organization dedicated to defending a single "right" over all others.

Pro gun or against gun, everyone should realize that since the NRA is so powerful, and that the candidates they support also support an extreme right-wing vision of the country. Supporting gun rights is practically akin to being anti-gay rights, anti-choice, pro-Dominionist, pro-Zionist and anti-union.

Support the NRA and you are buying the whole bill of sale.

Is the Democratic platform on guns wrong? Maybe in 1986, but it has evolved. Gun control has been abandoned because it's a poison pill with moderates (Americans who believe in the primacy of 2nd Amendment rights but may be open to socially liberal ideas or entitlement or fair taxation).

No, the ACLU forever gets my money, not the NRA, despite defending people whose ideologies I find deplorable, because at least they fight for real rights. Put that in your "well-organized militia and shove it", wingers.

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Make no mistake, up is down, black is white and Libertarianism is the crypto-fascist authoritarian dreams of people who aren't satisfied with the chest pounding jingoism the GOP today embodies. If you need any more proof, see the welfare programs for corporations and the rich they want to embolden and strengthen (fascism) and the entitlement programs they would gut (class warfare, anti-poor, anti-middle class, Plutocratic) and the programs they have no interest in, or worse, a desire to raze like public infrastructure, education, "tort reform" (code for: immunity for corporate citizens and the very wealthy) and the like.

Libertarianism is a non-starter for me, and it should be for anyone who can think past "I got my own, screw you."

Unfortunately it has a certain faux intellectual appeal and has attracted many intelligent people into lockstep with the designs of people like the Koch brothers who do not have their best interests in mind.

I'll skip the extended discussion about self-taxation. I'm glad the Kochs pay for things like NOVA and the like, but I still think they need to contribute to birth control for at risk women and harm reduction for drug abusers, like it or not.

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Ron Paul is a racist. I said it.

The race baiting of the right has been talked about exhaustively.

Gary Johnson is at least an honest broker of the above flawed Libertarianism. Paul is just a crypto-racist with a wing-nut following. Sorry.

The GOP is racist. I hear the dog whistles and you are fooling no one when you claim innocence. This whole issue of voter fraud has one goal: keep Democrats (blacks, Hispanics, the poor, the elderly) from voting.

It's Jim Crow, plain and simple. Shame on you.

Stop asking the leader of the free world for his papers. He's your president too, show some respect. No one asked for Bush's papers.

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I'm voting for bomby-McDrone, yes I am, because the alternative is killy-McMormon, ready to pull the trigger at Israel's beckoning on Iran. Then we all die, and the Dominionists get the last laugh (except they don't, because they will all be dead too, and there is no heaven or hell: Imagine that!).

--

The skies have parted above central Oregon as I listen to Yousef Islam (né Cat Stephens) singing "I love everything, so don't it make you feel sad?".

The weather has been a bit drizzly in Oregon, as is seasonal.

On the East Coast it's been an apocalyptic shit-storm, literally, and it's only going to get worse as Climate Change drags on unabated.

Romney talks about disbanding and de-funding FEMA, and mocks the President's pledge to "slow the rise of the oceans."

Well, at least someone has pledged to try something, you and your God bothering party. I don't know what Romney really believes, if he believes in another other than himself and his magical underwear.

He shamelessly catered to Dominionists in the primaries, that vocal wing of the Republican Party that believes, quite literally, that God created everything for Man to have total dominion on. It's an Evangelical stance that has no room for climate science, or science at all, that forces women to have rape babies and that yearns for a reunited Israel, reformed in its original Biblical footprint, in order to bring about the Second Coming of Christ and the apocalypse.

These people are delusional and dangerous, no more advanced in their thinking about the world than the Taliban. They are the American Taliban, and they must be stopped.

I'm sitting in a hotel room now and on the TV there are back to back "ghost hunting" "reality" shows on Travel and SyFy. At least the latter is on a channel that at one time purported to be dedicated to fiction, which ghosts certainly are.

Click... click... "Bigfoot Hunters"... on the Science Channel? Discovery? History? "Sarah Palin's Alaska", "Hoarders", "True UFO History" and with a numbing coda of "COPS" and the like in case you didn't hate your fellow American enough ("this insane criminal was caught trying to flee the police, who he should have no reason to fear if he wasn't a bad, bad, drug using law breaker" rambles on John Walsh, who understandably lost his faith long ago).

These messages, they stick, they get into someplace deep within us, and they help us believe the lie that we aren't all in it together, that the next guy doesn't deserve the same breaks as I do, and that being lucky is a virtue of hard scrabble effort and not a combination of birthright, dumb luck, societal support, education, military hegemony and legacy.

You didn't built that. We did.

They say "there are no poor people in America, just temporarily embarrassed millionaires." And the chumps on reality TV. And ghosts. Ghosts everywhere, at least on the dial (pro-tip: in the olden days, dials were used to "tune" televisions to the dozen or so on-air channels), screaming incomprehensible banshee choruses at our faces ("FUCK IT, WE'LL DO IT LIVE!").

We have to turn the tide of the dumbification of America, and we need to fight ignorance with knowledge, fear with love and the Culture War with cultural progress.

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Still undecided?

You can take any position and pose them as binary choices (since they are). Iran war or not? Choice or not? Gay rights or not? Tax cuts for the rich or not? Austerity or not? Social security privatization or not? There's really only one clear choice. I will Jill Stein all the luck in the world, but she or Gary Johnson are not viable opponents to the Romney machine.

I believe in science, fair taxation of the wealthy, gay rights, a woman's right to choose, standing up to Israeli foreign entanglements, ending wars not starting them, clean energy, equal pay, the right for laborers to organize and I'm against corporate personhood and I'm voting Democratic.

24 October, 2012

Nacho Bike

Re: This bike isn't your stolen one :(
Inbox
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Terry
11:19 AM (26 minutes ago)

to me
I'm sure the police have contacted you and given you the bad news ,it's not your bike.

Sent from my iPhone
Thanks a lot, jerk. I am sorry the PD wasted their time checking the bike you were selling out.

I am more sorry that you have wasted my time so thoroughly. Next time, when someone asks for proof of sale, you should consider offering it up on request.

Thank you SO MUCH for taunting me about it in email. I hope you never sell you bike, asshole.

20 October, 2012

Official Voting Instructions From Lefty Central HQ: Ballot Measure Edition


Prop 30 - Yes. The proposition asks the wealthiest Californians to invest in the state whose treasure they enjoy and whose economy enriches them.

Prop 31 - Needs more study.

SFBG says no, "gives governor too much power". Likes the idea of a 24 month budget, and some of the other proposals (more municipal control over funds), but does not like the bills complexity, suggests it is a grab-bag approach to fixing several critical problems at once and is leery of using propositions as legislative fixes for issues this critical.

I may be leaning toward "yes", throwing caution to the wind regarding executive power in lieu of budgetary fixes. Will need to look at polling data - would rather it lose by a slim margin that pass.

Prop 32 - No.

SFBG is emphatic that this is a no vote, citing SuperPAC's bearing down on Unions. That's good enough for this liberal.

The measure presents itself as an even-handed effort to reduce political spending by both unions and corporations. "Prohibits unions from using payroll-deducted funds for political purposes. Applies same use prohibition to payroll deductions, if any, by corporations or government contractors," reads the official ballot summary. 
But while payroll deductions are the main source of funding for labor unions — which use that money to advocate for the interests of their members and the broader working class — few corporations deduct money from their employee paychecks for political purposes. They tap the many other sources of funding at their disposal. 
Similarly, the measure claims to ban "union and corporate contributions to candidates and their committees," yet it exempts many of the largest corporations from that restriction, allows even the corporations it does cover to bypass the restriction by forming super PACs, and it still allows corporate officers to funnel contributions to their favored candidates, making the corporate controls almost completely meaningless.

Prop 33 - No.

Attempt to undo consumer protections of insurance rates couched in discount for continuous insurance subscribers. This is a cost-shifting measure that would impact a sizable portion of California insurance subscribers negatively and would effectively dismantle many consumer protections. 

Furthermore, it specifically would target infrequent drivers or people who have giving up insurance for long periods due to: alternative transportation, unemployment, illness, etc.

Prop 34 - Yes.

The death penalty is immoral and does not accomplish what it claims: deterrence.

Furthermore, the death penalty is expensive. The prison system in general and death row specifically takes money out of the hands of teachers, emergency first responders, vital infrastructure projects and protecting the natural beauty of the great state of California.

We're a first world state, why are we employing a third world, barbaric punishment?

Prop 35 - No. "Tough on crime legislation" will further victimize sex workers.

Be ware of any law purporting to be "tough on crime," they are either ineffectual, like our gun laws, or succeed in furtherance of injustice, incarceration, civil rights violations and misery toward minorities and the poor (the drug war, three strikes laws, harsh minimum sentencing guidelines). These are almost always election cycle show pieces ("look at how tough on crime I am! Re-elect me!") and they are usually more damning than helpful, if helpful at all.
Former Facebook executive Chris Kelly, mad that the state Legislature wouldn't pass a trafficking law to his liking and looking for an issue to run for office on, put up the money to place this mess on the ballot. It would rewrite the section in California's Penal Code that defines human trafficking, and impose harsher sentences on those found guilty. It requires that all those convicted of human trafficking — under an expanded definition that includes such non-sexual crimes as extortion — register on the sex offender registry, and that all registered sex offenders turn over their Internet usernames and passwords to the government.
Prop 36 - Yes.

Three-strikes reform measure to exclude non-violent crimes. A half-measure, but I'll take it:
Prop. 36 wouldn't repeal three strikes. It would simply require that the third strike offense be considered violent or serious. And it would provide a means for people currently serving ridiculously long sentences for relatively minor crimes to appeal and seek relief.
Prop 37 - Yes.

Chowbacca! makes this argument probably better than I could: http://www.chowbacca.com/2012/09/news-roundup-gmo-edition.html

Prop 38 - Yes, suck it up.

The state needs to raise funds for education, period, and will only be able to do that through a tax increase. The sliding scale starts at $7,300 a year (+0.4%, or about $30) and skews heavily toward a middle class tax burden, but is totally necessary.

Prop 39 - Yes.
Prop. 39 would change a loophole in the state's tax code that helps multistate businesses to avoid state taxes. In essence, the current law lets companies choose whether to base their state tax liability on in-state sales or a combination of sales, employment, and property. Companies with a lot of out-of-state employees are able to reap huge tax breaks — if anything the current law encourages outsourcing.
Prop 40 - Yes.
This referendum challenged the California Senate districts that were created early this year by the Citizen Redistricting Commission, an independent body that voters created as an alternative to the previous practice of letting politicians draw their own legislative districts after the decennial census. Those new districts aren't perfect — indeed, San Francisco was placed in a single Senate district instead of the pair we had — but the process that created them was widely lauded as "open, transparent, and nonpartisan," as the California Supreme Court ruled in rejecting a challenge to the districts. That ruling has caused the proponents of this measure — the side urging a "no" vote, which would invalidate the districts and let a judicial panel redraw them, whereas a "yes" vote upholds the existing districts — to drop their campaign and accept the commission's results. Vote yes. 

08 October, 2012

Fkn Bike Thieves.

I hope you all get gangrene.

Wo est mein bycicle?

Reward if found (unless by me, then probably a punch in the face):







30 September, 2012

cop[10]

"My condolences Jimbo," said Sergent Wilcox as he shook James' hand vigorously.

"You know, I've been hearing that a lot," said the newly minted Detective First Class James Bradford Radcliff.

James set the moving box on his new desk. The box was branded on all sides by the moving company the city contracted. It was the type, used for small moves, with the elaborate folding diagram on the top for the morons who couldn't figure out how to fold a boxtop so it would close.

James allowed a brief flashback folding similar boxes while volunteering for his high school library. The boxes full of books that were to be thrown away.

Years later, in his 20s, restless and floundering, James drove a semi back and forth between Utah, Nevada, Arizona and New Mexico and Indiana, Illinois, Ohio, Michigan and Pennsylvania. All day he'd drive, punctuated by loading cardboard boxes onto and off his rig.

Occasionally he'd be put on a route to California - a task some might relish, but for James just another few torturous hours on the road. He was alone with the scenery day in and day out, the other cars mere objects to avoid. He started to resent the beauty of the landscape.

He kept a bottle of No-Doze in his glove box. He had tried some glass he had picked up in Scottsdale for a couple weeks, but it put him too much on edge. He liked cocaine, but he couldn't afford it or find it, moving from town to town.

The characters at the truck stops soured James on narcotics.

He quit after watching townies beat a cross dressing hustler almost to death.

Trailer park meth and sleazy bathroom hookups were part and, excuse the pun, parcel of the trucking trade. James wanted no part of it.

Luckily for him around the same time he had decided to leave the business he also knocked up his girlfriend Karen.

Can't be a husband and a father zipping back and forth across the country delivering bullshit for Lowes and Walmart.

cop[9]

cop[9]

"I wonder if Bill Moyers and Kathleen Hall Jameson do it."

"What?"

"Bill Moyers and Kathleen Hall Jameson. Do they hump? I mean, the guy is solid liberal gold, right? He's unimpeachable. So... does he hunker down with Kathleen Hall Jameson, kiss her tenderly, and stick it in... Do they fuck?"

"Who the fuck is Kathleen Hall Jameson?"

Steve does another line. The snorting sounds as loud as God.

"She's a pundit... and intellectual, I think she's a professor, she's on Moyer's Journal all the time."

"Who is Moyers," says Steve with a sniffle.

Mike grabs the cocaine, laid out on a plastic faux ceramic tray, and cuts a huge line.

"How the fuck do you not know who Bill Moyers is? What..? You're 30-something... 33? 34? Bill Fucking Moyers... on PBS!"

Mike snorts, Steve grabs the tray back.

"Don't know him."

"Fuck," Mike, sniffling, "seriously? Bill Moyers Journal? Speech writer for Carter?"

"Carter who?"

"President Fucking Carter, idiot," Mike.

"That was the guy after Reagan, the one who got caught sucking someone's dick?"

"No! What? Fuck... Are you seriously this stupid?"

cop[8]

23 August, 2012

cop[8]

Administrivia: Will come back around and write up the outline/story board. The tough part will be finding James' voice, since I don't really know him that well - although I have some examples to guide me; it's hard to put myself in the head of someone who doesn't equivocate every decision and just "reacts" morally. This is the last Mike vignette until I get the housecleaning done on this story, but it came to me in the shower so I had to put it down.

Mike moved into a Victorian walk-up in late summer of 1997 on Lucky Street.

The alleys between the major streets lined up: Balmy. Lucky. Treat. Balmy lucky treat.

August in San Francisco was anything but.

Mike was taking over Javier's room: a pantry with a painted concrete floor, the kind of room where you might keep a washer and a dryer, or store dry goods. There was no door, only a curtain that had been strung across the archway haphazardly.

Mike had arrived at night on the train with his only two possessions: a PC in a skeletal case, missing the outer covering (easier to pop cards in an out, or move devices around) and a duffel bag with his clothing and toiletries.

Javier was packing his stuff to leave, he'd be staying with (one of) his boyfriend(s) for a week then sneaking back to the Phillipines, his birthplace, the home of his mother and his one true love, Jorge. Javier and Jorge. How romantic?

Javier had to sneak because he was HIV+, and in 1997, the immigration embargo on the afflicted was still in effect. San Francisco had been the epicenter for AIDS/HIV in America for sometime, with it's cousin to a lesser degree in the East Village in New York, but attitudes were softening. However, it wasn't like things are today, and so Javier had to risk jail, or possibly worse, to reunite with his family and his lover.

Mike continued to think that was romantic even after, weeks later, his other roommate Nancy, a short, pixie-like dyke with large breasts and dinner plate eyes, told Mike that Javier was a liar and a coke head (worse, addicted to the then more obscure stimulant methamphetamine).

Despite the turmoil in both Javier's and Mike's lives on move-in night, the atmosphere was festive. Even though it was a Wednesday night, friends of the inhabitants of 45 Lucky gathered for drinks well into the night. Vodka poured, and alternating Prince, The Smiths, riot grrl punk and Duran Duran blared into the night as the city itself surged.

Mike sat on the mattress he inherited from Javier, drinking vodka cranberry and talking until late with Javier about his experiences as a person with the virus. Javier tolerated this precocious Mid-western boy's naïve questioning. 

Mike never gave a second though about what may have happened on his inherited mattress laid on cold concrete in that small, damp pantry. If only...


Mike only saw Javier once again, a week later, as he came by to pick up a few remaining things, drop off money and fight with Nancy. Javier's tweaked excitement was jarring, and Nancy reacted with resignation and sadness through what must have been one hell of a hang over after another night of late night drinking.

That was the last Mike ever heard of Javier. Javier died in 2003 loaded with pills and rum, a penniless hustler, not far from 24th and Lucky.

cop[7]

12 August, 2012

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Yuri and Pancho ducked into Joe's Diner.

It was about 3am.

Pancho tucked their skateboards behind the service station while Yuri went behind the counter and poured "coffees" for the two of them - the coffee consisting of half actual coffee, at most, and half chicory. Joe was cheap, and chicory was a coffee substitute used in prison.

"If anyone asks, we've been here for hours," said Pancho, still panting.

Wanda looked on bemused. Mike sat at one end of the diner with a couple of friends. James and his girlfriend at the time sat at the other end. It was 1995.

Wanda was the unofficial late night den mother for all the wayward teens of Parkland Heights. She'd give out free coffee when they came in penniless, and often feed them if they looked starved (a lot of latchkey kids from lower income neighborhoods would come in late at night).

And if ever there was trouble, the kids in the neighborhood would get Wanda's back - more than one robbery attempt had been thwarted simply with cold looks from LSD crazed teenagers.

Sure enough, Parkland Heights police were not far behind Yuri and Pancho - who had "been there for hours" as everyone attested.

Officer John Blackman knew better, and took the two outside to the parking lot for a more thorough investigation.

cop[6]

cop[6]

The first time was a dizzying blur. Adrenaline?

Mike had boosted a great many things before: candy from the grocery store, porn magazines.

One time he chatted up the clerk, some teenager just like him - a townie girl - while stuffing an entire carton of Marlboro Red's up the sleeves of his leather jacket, one pack at a time.

On leaving the store, a gas station, he got in his boarding school roommate's Jeep and said "Tom, I just boosted a whole carton of smokes," as he unpacked them from his jacket, "let's get the fuck out of here."

Tom laughed. They pulled out. The clerk was none the wiser.

But this time the alarm went off from the Walkman tucked under his backpack and security was on him immediately. The rest was dreamlike: the back room, cops, the ride in the back of the cruiser, the jail cell, the florescent lights, the unsympathetic looks, the paper work, the phone call, the disappointed father.

Everyone asking, "what have you learned?"

To be a better criminal? Jail sucks?

cop[5]

cop[5]

"Whenever I write the novel... you know, the novel I never actually write... in the story I'm usually, no, I'm always the bad guy," said Mike as he spun a half-full tumbler of whiskey in his right hand, shifting in his bar stool.

"What does that even mean?" James was becoming impatient. He sipped the last of his Newcastle and shot a glare at the bartender, socializing with friends, at the other end of the bar.

"It's not that I'm romanticizing antagonism... it's just that after all these years I just don't think I'm a good person. And when I try to be, I just fuck everything up. In fiction, I at least don't have the luxury of guilt."

Guilt. James pondered that momentarily, puzzled why anyone would choose to antagonize.

Gillian Welch came on the jukebox: "...I wanna do right, but not right now..."

Mike swallowed his whiskey. "It was nice to see you James," said Mike as he stood and started to walk away, turning, "keep fighting the good fight."

"Yeah," James said to the bar, "whatever that means."

cop[4]

cop[4]

One thing most adults have in common is that they've had sex at least once.

Kids run around, totally ignorant of this other, hidden, adult world of sex for years... at some point they become cognizant that adults are shielding them from sex; but also from a great many other realities.

That's biology - sex is supposed to happen at a certain time, a time that's "right", for every person.

And no one is ever prepared for it, no matter how much "sex-ed" they get.

But at any time, a person, young or old, can encounter death.

Mike encountered it, but in the abstracted world of funeral parlors: the dead were made up, laid out, and caked with make-up to look as if the corpse were sleeping.

Others aren't so insulated.

Jame's uncle Fat George took himself out with a round in the heart - he was kind enough not to blow his face off like Kurdt Cobain. If you looked past the blood soaked shirt and the pool of blood on the floor, you might think he was just asleep at his desk. Until you got close enough to smell it.

No six year old should have to experience that.

cop[3]

03 August, 2012

cop[3]

No nonsense rookie investigator James finds himself pursuing his old friend Mike, an ambiguous and at times highly unlikable élite -- in many ways James' opposite. The motivations of those who elect to be members of the authority and put their lives in danger and those who claims of liberal guilt, empathy and concern for civil rights are muddied by destructive and selfish behavior. A straight laced father turned cop with a reckless past marked with some dark spots questions morality, legality and order attempting to navigate among over-educated but under-moralized intellectuals vacillating between the equivocating figures like Camus or Capote. Too clever by half 1%-ers, junkie technologists and unapologetic hedonists populate a world James desperately tries to make some sense out of.

cop[2]

cop[2]

old friends find themselves on opposite sides of a murder investigation.

cop[1]

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cop

07 April, 2012

Now you wear your skin like iron, your breath's as hard as kerosine.

Pre-posted with (my own) permission from Chowbacca!

The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold, so the story ends we're told:

getting around

Cleveland's West Side Market


Cleveland's West Side Market

pick a part, water tower

Garfield's Tomb


North of Mayfield

Facism

Kuck Fasich!
Friends don't let friends vote stone-age.

03 March, 2012

Overheard from the 1%

"Those who save, win."

That's a nice idea, Dad, but when you can't save, you've lost before you even get started.

I could save, then again I choose not to. I don't deserve comfort.


02 March, 2012

Daunting

It's hard to be a writer and artist and musician with "Oh, Comely" existing in the world. It's like being Salieri to Mozart, except I havent written a single song.

29 February, 2012

Datacenter Confidential: The End?

I really think I am getting to the end of my fucking rope with this "career".

It's pointless, I'm bored, I don't add anything to the world and I don't do anything for my fellow human being.

That's all.