Tuesday, February 13, 2007

We know who you work for, George W...

...and it's not for us.

WorldNet Daily, one of the few media outlets with the guts to hold the government accountable for the persecution of Border Patrol agents Ignacio Ramos and Jose Compean, reports an unsurprising -- but still unacceptable -- part of the story in this article.

The first two paragraphs pretty well sum it up:

The Mexican Consulate demanded the prosecution of Texas Sheriff's Deputy Guillermo "Gilmer" Hernandez, who subsequently was brought to trial by U.S. Attorney Johnny Sutton, according to documents obtained by WND.

WND also has learned the Mexican Consulate played a previously undisclosed role in the events leading to Sutton's high-profile prosecution of Border Patrol Agents Ignacio Ramos and Jose Compean, who are serving 11 and 12 year sentences for their role in the shooting of a drug smuggler.


When Mexico talks, George Bush listens, and then sets his unprincipled attack dogs loose to punish American citizens who work to uphold the laws he doesn't believe in.

One has to wonder what his payoff for kowtowing to the corrupt politicians in Mexico City will be.

There is no need to wonder what his atrocious open-borders policies are for us: You can see it broken down by the numbers here.

Of course Compean, Ramos and Hernandez are paying a much heavier price.

Monday, February 12, 2007

I seldom post things I get in email....

...but this one is simply too good to ignore!

One sunny day in 2009, an old man approached the White House from across Pennsylvania Ave, where he'd been sitting on a park bench. He spoke to the Marine standing guard and said, "I would like to go in and meet with President Hillary Clinton."

The Marine replied, "Sir, Mrs. Clinton is not President and doesn't reside here." The old man said, "Okay," and walked away.

The following day, the same man approached the White House and said to the same Marine, "I would like to go in and meet with President Hillary Clinton".

The Marine again told the man, "Sir, as I said yesterday, Mrs. Clinton is not President and doesn't reside here." The man thanked him and again walked away . . .

The third day, the same man approached the White House and spoke to the very same Marine, saying "I would like to go in and meet with President Hillary Clinton ."

The Marine, understandably agitated at this point, looked at the man and said, "Sir, this is the third day in a row you have been here asking to speak to Mrs. Clinton. I've told you already several times that Mrs. Clinton is not the President and doesn't reside here. Don't you understand?"

The old man answered, "Oh, I understand you fine, I just love hearing your answer!"

The Marine snapped to attention, saluted, and said, "See you tomorrow."

The travesty continues...

...as more and more information surfaces that exposes the full extent of the criminality in the case of Jose Campean and Ignacio Ramos.

As before, the criminal activity was all in George Bush's Departments of Homeland "Security" and "Justice," where agents of Bush's open-borders, pro-Mexico agenda falsified information, lied, and continued to lie even in front of a congressional committee.

First, as recounted in this news story, three of the Border Patrol agents who were given immunity from prosecution in exchange for testifying against Compean and Ramos, have been given the sack. Why? Because they lied under oath.

That should be grounds for throwing out Ramos and Compean's convictions all by itself.

And then, there's this story dealing with agent Rene Sanchez, who was the first to drop a dime on Ramos and Compean and appears to have a most cozy relationship with the illegal-alien drug smuggler involved.

As the facts continue to emerge, George Bush's lame assertions about the case become more and more pathetic.

And a suspicion that the worst possible (and most bizarre) reason for railroading two agents who were enforcing our laws may be true is getting stronger: throughout this case, it seems more and more likely that the tune is being called by the Mexican drug cartel that employed the illegal-alien smuggler.

It certainly seems possible that the druggies have corrupted Rene Sanchez. But the trial and the hideous mishandling of evidence -- the chain of evidence was broken with the van and its load of grass, the illegal's cell phone has vanished without anyone checking the numbers stored in it, the bullet from the illegal's butt was mishandled, and the illegal himself was treated with more consideration than Compean and Ramos -- it seems more than possible the drug cartel's influence reaches higher than one Border Patrol agent.

How high? I have my suspicions.

Even those not directly involved have much to answer for. A few members of Congress have tried to work on Compean and Ramos's behalf, but the majority go blithely on, unconcerned about this hideous miscarriage of justice. I can understand why Ted Kennedy has no concern about violations of the law, but what about all the other self-righteous blowhards in D.C.?

They can't all be taking payoffs from the Mexican druggies....

Or can they?

For even more, go here.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Self-analysis or...

...an admonition to the rest of us?



In other news, as reported here:

SANTA FE -- New Mexico has taken its fight against drunken driving to men's restrooms around the state.

The state has ordered 500 talking urinal cakes that will deliver a recorded anti-DWI message to bar and restaurant patrons who make one last pit stop before getting behind the wheel.

The top of the devices feature the state DWI slogan -- "You drink, you drive, you lose."

Some Albuquerque bars installed the devices this week.

The cakes have enough battery power to last about three months.


I would think a urinal that talks to you would sober you up right quick! Or maybe make you feel you need another couple of shots....

GCotW

They're everywhere, especially after the sun goes down, and they're watching...

Saturday, February 10, 2007

You might be wondering why...

...I've called you all here.

I will begin by admitting it was done under false pretenses.

I'm not going to write a damn thing about what I'm thinking. I've tried, believe me; I've deleted three entries before finishing them. And that was only in the last hour. I had a rich lineup of headliners: Nancy Pelosi, Anna Nicole Smith and astronaut Lisa Marie Nowak, plus a supporting cast of thousands.

Hundreds, anyway. Well, dozens....

To be precise, the entry that came closest to making it to completion mentioned four other names.

Instead, I have decided to mention no names tonight.

Nothing has changed, except that my understanding of what goes on around me has diminished, if that's possible. My view of humanity in general has, if possible, continued to worsen.

Those things are bad enough to dissuade me from saying anything.

Good night.

Flight...

Friday, February 09, 2007

Continuing sublimation...

...as I replace the words I want to say -- but can't seem to put down in any coherent manner -- with a couple of photos taken this afternoon.

First, a beautiful flower I've never seen before...



And then, a bonus Gratuitous Cat...



I'm not especially happy with the people whose actions affect my life right now.

Things definitely aren't working out the way I planned, Jim.

Nice weather for...

...yeah, you know...



The weekend forecast calls for a good chance of rain. That's fine with me. I have to make myself work Saturday and Sunday, as a couple of deadlines have been moved up.

I'd probably be more enthusiastic if I didn't know the payoff for this is three months in the future.

And I'd probably be more enthusiastic if...no, never mind.

Nothing changes.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Lost in a fog...

...for most of the day. There were moments when light seemed to be getting through but, in the end, nothing happened...



I have decided to shorten this month for the sake of my sanity. At 28 days, February is already the most abbreviated month, but I've decided to truncate it further.

February 14th is gone.

Vanished. Poof. No more.

The final straw was a reminder from a place where I purchased a Valentine's Day gift last year. They just couldn't resist letting me know I'd spent some money with them twelve months ago, just in case I wanted to do so again.

On top of all the advertising meant to ramp up the purchase of candies, cards, teddy bears, flowers, lingerie, etc., etc., etc., that was simply too damn much.

PARENTHETICAL SIGH-OF-RELIEF THOUGHT: At least the florist where I dropped some cash last 2/14 seems not to be firmly connected to the computer age. I haven't yet had a note from them asking if I'd like to send out another bunch of orchids....

The answer to all these appeals is, and will be, no. I do not want to spend a nickel on your freekin' "holiday." No candy, no flowers, no cards, no slinky apparel, no expressions of love. They'd be a waste of effort.

When neither one of the two women whom I might consider treating to such goodies gives a rat's ass whether I love them or not -- or, to be blunt, whether I exist or not -- it seems a wasted effort. I'm reasonably certain both will be getting plenty of 2/14 lovin' from my replacements. In one case, it's deserved.

I certainly don't want to deprive those who still enjoy the ritual, and have someone to share it with. I'm not starting a movement to excise 2/14 from everyone's calendars.

I will simply snap off the lights on Feb. 13th, and not turn them on again until the 15th.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

The national shame gets worse...

...as more facts come out about the persecution of Border Patrol agents Ignacio Ramos and Jose Compean.

Here is some of the latest news.

The lede of Jerome Corsi's story pretty much sums it up:

A Department of Homeland Security official admitted today the agency misled Congress when it contended it possessed investigative reports proving Border Patrol agents Ignacio Ramos and Jose Compean confessed guilt and declared they "wanted to shoot some Mexicans" prior to the incident that led to their imprisonment.

The admission came during the testimony of DHS Inspector General Richard L. Skinner before the Homeland Security Subcommittee of the House Appropriations Committee, according to Michael Green, press secretary for Rep. John Culberson, R-Texas.


Further, ...[in a meeting with Texas Congressmen some months ago] the DHS Inspector General's office asserted it had documentary evidence Ramos and Compean:

1. confessed to knowingly shooting at an unarmed suspect;

2. stated during the interrogation they did not believe the suspect was a threat to them at the time of the shooting;

3. stated that day they "wanted to shoot a Mexican";

4. were belligerent to investigators;

5. destroyed evidence and lied to investigators.

Under questioning by Culberson, Skinner admitted DHS did not in fact have investigative reports to back up the claims: "The person who told you that misinformed you," Skinner reportedly replied.


In other words, Skinner and his minions lied.

This adds to the lies told by persecutor Johnny Sutton and his attack dog, Debra Kanof. During the trial, Kanof lied about -- as Sutton did later -- the regulations governing the responsibilities of Compean and Ramos to report the shooting incident. Unfortunately, the defense attorneys seem to have been incapable of challenging Kanof's untruths.

All of this leads to a bigger question: these people, corrupt as they may be, had no reason to weave a web of lies unless given orders to do so from above.

It seems all too clear who called the shots: George W. Bush, the open-borders advocate who has shown no indication that he values the lives of Americans or respects the laws that are supposed to govern us.

One reporter who attended today's session of the Congressional hearing into this debacle claims a Congressman Dana Rohrbacher said, in essence, that if either Ramos or Compean happened to lose their lives while in prison, impeachment proceedings against Bush would begin the very next day.

I say: why wait? In fact, while we're at it, why not impeach the corrupt enablers in Congress -- Pelosi, Kennedy and the rest of that crowd -- who have remained silent primarily because it makes their pro-illegal-alien, open-borders agenda look like the sham it is?

And why are Skinner, Sutton, Kanof and the rest of Bush's lackeys still in their jobs and not in jail now?

If it weren't for a very few journalists and members of Congress who have spoken out, the persecution of Ramos and Compean would have gone unnoticed. Certainly, the New York Times, Los Angeles Times and other major newspapers have ignored the story, for the same reasons the political hacks have.

I feel nothing but contempt for everyone involved. All of them have made the United States look like the lawless, third-world country Bush seems determined to make of what was once an honorable nation.

I smell a rat...

...in the debate about global warming.

While I am quite sure mankind has had an adverse effect on the planet, and believe taking steps to reverse some of the damage is in order, I am also beginning to think there is a hidden agenda on the part of those crying most loudly for immediate, drastic action.

Consider the statements being made with increasing frequency that urge the dismissal or silencing of scientists who don't follow the global warming party line 100%. Consider the European Union -- that ultimate socialistic nanny-state -- and its current push to pass and enforce laws relating to "environmental crime."

And definitely consider the hypocrisy of those who rant most loudly about the need for "sacrifices" while they continue to live in oversized mansions, ride around in squadrons of giant SUVs and use private jets to dash from one celebrity-ridden "save the planet" event to another.

Does this perhaps suggest that claims made by those most adamant about the human role in global warming are not as clear and quantifiable as they would like? And does it suggest that certain targeted nations and groups will be called up to "make sacrifices" while others will not?

After all, the prime element in leadership is leading by example. If you yourself do not lead a clean, low-consumption lifestyle, you have neither the right nor the status to impose restrictions on others.

And if you must insist that those who disagree with your ideas must be silenced, logic suggests your ideas cannot stand on their own merits.

Science advances when conclusions are tested, judged harshly and proven. The fact that some UN-supported scientists have decided they are right and everyone else is wrong cuts no ice with me.

If their claims are indeed true, then all nations, without exception, must take part in the cleanup. Forget "developing nations," "carbon taxes" and "pollution credits." All of us make the sacrifices and changes necessary. It's that simple.

I have no doubt we should all clean up the pollution-creating aspects of our lifestyles as much as possible. But doing it based on the orders of agenda-driven governments and nanny-state organizations is anathema to any intelligent person.

When you don't expect anything...

...you can't be disappointed.

No better example of that than the recent "revolution" in Congress. Out, out damned scandals! We The People are back in control, and those evil, greedy Republicans have been swept aside. No we can expect all those Good Things we were promised.

And boyoboy, is there action going on back in D.C., or what?

What would you suppose is the current big concern of that caring, sweet granny, Voice of The People Nancy Pelosi? Is she working overtime pushing for relief for average Americans from the burdens of wasteful federal spending, illegal immigration and other lunatic government policies?

Uhhhh...no. Her latest obsession is reported here.

She is demanding use of an Air Force plane -- a large one, mind you -- to carry her, her staff, family, cronies and political supporters back and forth between Washington and San Francisco when the urge to travel strikes. Her predecessor, a corrupt, greedy Republican, used a small Air Force commuter plane for his back-and-forth trips.

I guess the Constitutional quirk that puts her two heartbeats from the presidency makes her think she is entitled to her own, only slightly downsized version of Air Force One.

I always love watching a true Populist in action, one who really gets involved in the important stuff.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

I know you're getting tired of this...

...but if George Bush's government can do this to two Americans who were trying to protect their nation against an illegal-alien drug smuggler, you or I might be next as Bush pursues his pro-illegal-alien agenda.

Read this.

Here's the lede from the story: A Department of Homeland Security official admitted today the agency misled Congress when it contended it possessed investigative reports proving Border Patrol agents Ignacio Ramos and Jose Compean confessed guilt and declared they "wanted to shoot some Mexicans" prior to the incident that led to their imprisonment.

It is time -- past time -- to impeach Bush, the lackey of corrupt politicians South of the border, and to see officials of the DHS, the Department of "Justice" and Johnny Sutton and Debra Kanof thrown in jail.

This is not the United States. It is some third-world banana republic where those who break the law have precedence over those who follow the law.

I feel better...

...since I've learned that the inexplicable female behavior that has -- shall we say -- messed with my head is only the tip of the proverbial iceberg. Even astronauts, educated and trained to a fine edge, can act is if their mental circuits aren't all wired up properly.

Consider Lisa Marie Nowak, A Navy Captain and astronaut with flight time in the Space Shuttle. The 43 year-old Ms Nowak, married with three children, seems to have gotten the hots for another astronaut, Cmdr William Oeferlein, who is unmarried and apparently is in a relationship with another astronaut, one Colleen Shipman.

Distressed with the situation, Nowak jumped in her car and drove 900 miles (wearing a diaper to cut down on the need for stops along the way, according to some reports) from Houston to the Orlando (FL) Airport to confront Ms Shipman.

Unfortunately, Nowak had a can of pepper spray -- which she used on Ms Shipman -- and a BB gun, a steel mallet, a 4- inch folding knife, rubber tubing, $600 and garbage bags inside a bag when she showed up to discuss the situation with Shipman. Nowak has been arrested for kidnapping and attempted first-degree murder.

Fellow astronaut Chris Ferguson said he was "perplexed" by Nowak's alleged actions.

That's a nice way of putting it....

If you haven't read the rest of the details already, you can find most of them here or here.

Up to now I thought Gavin Newsome was going to be the champion in the Total Wack-job sweepstakes. Lisa Marie has him beat seven ways from Sunday.

More lies...

...even as the Department of "Justice" issues a press release downplaying the assault on Border Patrol Agent Ignacio Ramos at a federal prison in Mississippi.

One of the few reporters with the courage to investigate the continuing lies of federal persecutors Johnny Sutton and Debra Kanof, the Inland Valley Daily Bulletin's Sara A. Carter, has turned up even more evidence that Sutton and Kanof are guilty of perjury in this story.

Perjury is a felony, punishable by imprisonment in a federal prison.

If, as I believe, Sutton and Kanof were acting on orders from above to railroad Ramos and Jose Compean, those who gave the orders are guilty of conspiracy to commit a felony, which is itself a felony.

Bush's lie that any pardon for Compean and Ramos "has to go through the process" is not a felony; it's just another one of his stupid, easily refutable lies.

It would be easy to infer that Sutton and Kanof, if not Bush himself, are being influenced in some way by the Mexican drug cartel for which the illegal-alien drug smuggler was working.

I'm not ready to believe that. Yet.

The Ignacio Ramos assault...

...which occurred on Saturday night, is fully described here.

In the article, Monica Ramos recounts a phone call she received from her husband: "[he said]...they kept kicking and kicking. And they kept calling him in Spanish a **** immigration officer, saying 'darle, darle,' which means, 'give it to him.' They were cussing him out in Spanish. He couldn't fight back he was outnumbered."

According to [Joe] Loya, Ramos's father-in-law, Ramos also said of the attack: "They kicked me in the head, they kicked me all over the body. I'm all bruised and very sore."

"As of the time we talked this afternoon, the prison still hadn't given him any medical treatment," Monica Ramos said, adding that he told her, "'I asked all day yesterday. I’m in a lot of pain and I have blood coming out of my left ear.'"

Ramos told his wife the only reason the prison was letting him call her on Monday, was because the Congress [in the person of Rep. Dana Rohrbacher] intervened, otherwise he wouldn't have been permitted any calls at all.

With every passing day, George Bush and his lapdogs in the government have more and more to answer for.

And where are the howls of outrage? The P.O.W.s at Guantanamo Bay are treated like royalty compared to two American citizens who were trying to enforce the nation's laws by arresting an illegal-alien drug smuggler.

The hypocrisy of the "open-borders" crowd is all too apparent. It's bad enough when they are willing to sacrifice the jobs and savings of Americans to satisfy their buddies South of the border. Now, clearly, they are willing to sacrifice the health and, I'm afraid, lives of Americans to suit their twisted agenda.

Also read here.

Monday, February 05, 2007

It's almost dark now...

...but not long ago, it was sunset...

Crime on top of injustice...

...in the case of Border Patrol agents Ignacio Ramos and Jose Compean.

According to Ramos's father-in-law, Joe Loya, Ramos was badly beaten this morning by inmates at the federal prison in Mississippi where he is serving his sentence for the "crime" of trying to apprehend an illegal-alien drug smuggler.

Several hours after being assaulted, Ramos had not yet received medical attention for his injuries. As of now, he has not been treated.

Contrast that with the way George Bush's Department of "Justice" fawned all over the illegal-alien drug smuggler, getting him, among other things, free first-class treatment (at taxpayer expense) in an American hospital for his bullet wound. A wound which, by the way, did not stop him from hauling tail back across the border and has never been proven to have been inflicted by a bullet from the agents' weapons. The ballistics tests on the bullet proved only that the bullet could have come from one of several makes of weapons.

I don't understand how Bush, Johnny Sutton, Deborah Kanof and the rest of the get-Compean-and-Ramos lynch mob can sleep at night.

I do know where they should be sleeping: in the place where Ramos and Compean do not deserve to be.

It is time for Bush to clean up his act -- no matter how angry it makes his masters South of the border -- and end this farce before the tragedy is compounded.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Strange Sunday night thoughts...

...at the end of another wasted weekend.

Well, I got a little bit of work done, posted pictures of cats and plane crashes and ranted semi-coherently about light bulbs...so how can I call it wasted?

Easy. All those things were part of the continual process of sublimation, which cannot go on indefinitely.

Aside from the normal total lack of money, the normal shortage of people who behave honorably toward me, the normal total lack of anyone with whom to share my tiny patch of the planet, the normal thoughts about someone I should never allow myself to think about and the normal total lack of worthwhile distractions from items 1-4, I guess I could say things are just freekin' dandy.

I ran across an interview with a performer who has had his battles with heroin. Strange stuff, horse. I've never tried it -- it is, at least for the most part, a rich person's drug -- but I've known a few people who got hooked on duji, and it really messed up their lives.

Funny thing: though they are quick to proclaim that living clean is better -- and a couple have managed to get off and stay off -- they still get that faraway, wistful look on their faces when they try to describe the stone they got from it.

I remember talking to a jazz musician friend -- who, to my certain knowledge, never did anything heavier than puff a little pot in the long-distant past -- who had nothing good to say about the white powder. Even so, he would sometimes say, "man, Miles did that sh*t, and Ray Charles, and they really knew how to lay down sounds...."

How did I get off onto this riff? I mean, I know hard drugs are nowhere. Lenny Bruce took the big fall after shooting a heavy load of smack; so did some other major-league people. I've never even seen the stuff. And I doubt I could stick a needle in my arm for any reason.

Okay, here it comes: I'm basically your addictive sort of guy. When I'm into something, I'm into it right down the line. Examples: when I started digging music I was into it solidly, and still am. I was handed a camera, and haven't been far away from one ever since. The first time I cracked 100 mph in a car (I was 17), I was hooked; I needed a taste of 150 (I was in my late 30s when I got there) and then had to feel the rush of 200....

Those are socially acceptable (maybe not the speed-thing) and no one would ever tell me to put 'em down.

But I had to get to my current age to develop my serious addiction. Like someone hooked on dope, I was promised the Ultimate High, the system-wide buzz that would carry me out somewhere beyond the moon. I didn't even have to sacrifice for it; it would make all my other cravings so much more intense, so much better when they were fulfilled....

The one about whom I should not think is my jones. From the first taste, I was hooked, needed the mainline dose. And I still do.

It doesn't matter that it didn't last any longer than a good shot of duji. It doesn't matter that other fools fell (and are still falling) for the untrustworthy seductive lure of that high, too. All that matters is that I'm hooked, and I need a taste, right now....

Love is the ugliest drug of all.

I was forced to drop that stone cold-turkey, and the withdrawal symptoms are pure everlasting hell, Jim.