Define massive, define disdain …

Someone in my Hurricane Irma-damaged Florida neighborhood likely got tired of waiting for tree limbs to be picked up curbside; I’ve been smelling burning wood all day. It’s keeping my mind on where I used in Northern California, and the deadly infernos that are raging there. It’s already personal, a local friend has relatives who have lost everything except their lives.

When I applied for a “blue roof” tarp for my leaky roof yesterday, I had described the uprooted tree that’s resting on top of my house as “large,” and was told that the Corps had crews that could remove large trees so as to install the tarp. An Army Corps of Engineers inspector visited me earlier today, and said that my tree was “massive” – not large – and way too big for their crews to handle. I hadn’t meant to mislead anyone: in Northern California, a “massive” tree was one you could drive a car through. Sideways.

Discrepancies in accepted definitions are often innocently subjective, like this tree thing.

But some discrepancies in accepted definitions are anything but innocent. They’re manufactured by a person or group of persons for purposes of manipulation.

In the history of Western civilization that I’m familiar with, when a person gets on one knee, it’s recognized as humble supplication (as when a person is proposing marriage, accepting knighthood from a monarch, praying before a religious statue for a miracle, etc).

Getting down on one knee isn’t suddenly – after all these centuries – a show of defiance, disrespect and/or disdain. Not for a rancorous song that never, ever should have become our national anthem in 1931 or any other year, not for our flag, and not for our military. At least not by my reckoning. Please correct me if I’m wrong, using the poll below.

Our government is actively deporting Veterans who were honorably discharged, Vets who had been promised a pathway to citizenship … even Vietnam Vets. To me, the only honorable thing to do is to stop the deportations, and bring back the Vets that our government spit out … I believe in “If you serve, you stay.” Again, please correct me if I’m wrong, using the poll.

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WILL YOU PLEASE PROVIDE ME WITH INFORMATION ON THE VIDEO FOOTAGE FROM THE DARREN RAINEY MURDER?

Harold Hempstead - Caged Crusader

In the Dade County, Florida State Attorney’s 3/17/17 witten decision to not prosecute Darren Rainey’s killers, they have an Exhibit 7 which they say is a timeline from the mounted security cameras in Wing J3 of the Dade Correctional Institution Transitional Care Unit (TCU).  I was told that several people now have copies of the footage that the Dade County State Attorney alleges their timeline in their Exhibit 7 came from.  

As of the date I’m writing this blog, I haven’t been able to review any of the alleged actual footage the Dade County State Attorney released in the Rainey murder case.

If you’re reading this blog and you have a copy of the video footage that the Dade County Florida State Attorney allegedly used to make their timeline in their Exhibit 7, will you please help me by doing the following:

  1. The video footage allegedly starts at 7:38:54…

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.@FLGovScott: Convince your Cabinet/ClemencyBoard to reinstate @CharlieCrist’s #FelonRightsRestorationProcess, retroactively

When Charlie Crist was Florida’s Governor, I cheered his better decisions – like semi-automatic felon rights restoration – even though some of his darker decisions often left me sobbing and others left open wounds. After reading his notes about rights restoration (below), I’m left to wonder if his worst decisions were based on misinformation provided by his gatekeepers – there’s more than one really, really bad call I made as a CEO based on bullshit presented as gospel by a trusted employee.

After Crist addressed his Cabinet/Clemency Board, the majority decided (over Bill McCollum’s objections) that rights restoration should be as automatic as possible. When Crist left office, there was a minor backlog of restoration applications awaiting one or more signature (all four cabinet members had to sign to finalize each return to full citizenship; it isn’t likely that McCollum put signing the documents at the top of his to-do list).

Crist’s final bullet point in his felon rights restoration notes was that “We should not confuse justice with revenge.”

There’s been every indication to date that Crist’s successor, Rick Scott, is strongly in favor of confusing justice with anything and everything that will put money in the pockets of his corporate cronies. The most relevant example to this post is Scott wrecking Crist’s felon rights restoration program to 1) keep persons of color away from the polls, so more people who believe in confused justice could get elected; 2) increase recidivism, which makes for a thriving #PrisonIndustrialComplex … it’s now virtually impossible for persons without funds to get one’s rights restored, and it limits job and other opportunities.

Scott wants to be elected as a US senator, and perhaps president. To achieve that, he would convince his Cabinet/Clemency Board that automatic rights restoration the right thing to do, if he thinks there’s something in it for him. The proof of this ugly pudding is Scott pretending that he was going to accept Medicaid Expansion if reelected as our governor, campaign-claiming that his mother’s death had changed his mind on the subject. Of course, Scott didn’t keep that promise.

Scott’s Cabinet/Clemency Board pretended things to get elected, too: Adam Putnam claimed to be pro-solar; Jeff Atwater claimed he would protect Floridians’ financial interests; Pam Bondi claimed she would investigate all convictions achieved using phony dog handler John Preston.

Now they all need something new to pretend as their second terms come to a close, and they all just might be ready to pretend to be pro felon rights restoration … till election results do us part.

We don’t need to develop photographic memories so that we never vote for one of these liars ever again. What we need to do is insist that Congress bust up a mainstream media that labors to help liars bury their broken promises and achieve higher office.

And while we’re working on that, we can try to shame the likes of Scott, Putnam, Atwater and Bondi into doing the right thing for once by immediately reinstating Crist’s felon rights restoration process, retroactively. Aside from curbing recidivism, it would save a lot of administrative dollars, and possibly a lot of lives.

Martin Luther King Jr was pretty big on shaming. Wish he were here to make Scott, Putnam, Atwater and Bondi choke on Crist’s words, which became even more precious to me when I noted that Crist made one of the same dyslexic-type spelling errors I typically make in blog posts (misspelling their as thier).

The ACLU of Florida is calling for a ballot measure to accomplish felon rights restoration, even though Florida’s lousy legislators routinely make dust out of the letter and spirit of ballot measures we Floridians approve. Let’s try MLK’s way, first; let’s try shame. Please share this post. Thank you.


Governor Charlie Crist’s Clemency Board Notes on the Restoration of Felon Civil Rights, 2007

From: Restoration of Felons’ Civil Rights Speaking Points, 2007, Series 2068
via https://www.floridamemory.com/exhibits/floridahighlights/crist/

Page 1 of Governor Charlie Crist’s Clemency Board Speech Notes on the Restoration of Felon Civil Rights, 2007

Page 2 of Governor Charlie Crist’s Clemency Board Speech Notes on the Restoration of Felon Civil Rights, 2007

 

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Direct aim at Detroit exoneree #DavontaeSanford … bullets’n’bullshit

Davontae Sanford was hospitalized Saturday night for a gunshot wound to the leg. A witness says there were multiple shots fired.

Davontae is allegedly not cooperating with Detroit police. If I were him, I wouldn’t, either.

Cooperating with Detroit police when he was 14 led to Davontae being falsely imprisoned for nine years, and the officers that bore false witness against him were never held accountable … Davontae achieved freedom just as the statute of limitations on their perjuries came into play (some coincidence, huh?). Detroit police had similarly coerced a confession to rape and homicide from mentally challenged Eddie Joe Lloyd. Eddie died not long after being DNA exonerated – prison now takes such a heavy toll that it warps minds and shortens lives.

Worse than Detroit PD’s bullshit with Davontae and Eddie is the cojoined bullshit of Wayne County Prosecutor Kym Worthy, who still pretends to the press that Davontae participated in the Runyon Street quadruple drug hit at age 14, despite hit man Vincent Smothers’ completely credible confession – which named the second shooter, an ADULT who wasn’t blind in one eye, or developmentally delayed, like Davontae.

Worthy’s ludicrously malicious false claim allows her to discount Smothers’ next mission, which is to help free incarcerated innocent Thelonious Searcy, who is serving some of Smothers’ time, too, just as Davontae had done.

Smothers contacted Searcy in 2015, after years of effort for Davontae [http://voiceofdetroit.net/2017/07/05/is-exoneration-near-for-thelonious-searcy-serving-life-for-murder-vincent-smothers-confessed-to/], during which he’d made it clear that, as a father, he couldn’t stand to have an innocent child remain behind bars because of something he’d done.

Vincent Smothers can empathize, and prioritize. And according to the Michigan State Police’s investigation of Detroit police regarding the Runyon Street quadruple homicides, Smothers is capable of candor.

Thelonious Searcy

Thelonious Searcy is still serving some of hit man Vincent Smothers’ time, but Smothers is working on freeing him.

Kym Worthy does not share these character traits, although they all seem non-negotiable prerequisites for becoming a Michigan county prosecutor.

Motown is my hometown. Friends and family tell me that Detroit is so much better since Mayor Mike Duggan took over, which is hogwash … justice was unavailable under his predecessors, and remains unavailable today.

If there’s no justice, there’s no peace, and if there’s no peace, any Duggan-era progress and prosperity will be fleeting, if it even exists at all … Davontae’s step father was shot and killed recently. There’s no bedrock base for peace in Detroit or Wayne County; the shifting sand of corrupt public servants suggests that only suckers play by the rules.

Mayor Duggan has to make sure that Michigan Governor Rick Snyder secures Kym Worthy’s resignation, and that her replacement engages the FBI and Department of Justice to address corruption within Worthy’s office, and within the DPD.

 

 

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Socrates, on slander

When the debate is lost,
slander becomes the tool of the loser.

Admirably/dauntingly skilled WordPress blogger Joann Chateau published this Socrates’ quote a while ago [https://joannchateau.com/2017/07/11/ancient-greeks-socrates-on-debate-and-slander/].

According to my life experiences, including research on frame-ups, it bears revision, at least for a modern day U.S.A.:

When the debate is lost,
slander becomes the tool of the loser,
which quite often lets him be an ersatz winner in a U.S. court of law

Despite the slanderous (or libelous) claims of my many foes over the years, there’s no such thing as adult onset birth defects. My birth defects were present at my premature birth; I haven’t had surgery to correct any of them.

I refer to myself as Wobbly because my limb lengths don’t match and my light sensitive  epilepsy is volatile. They’re just two of many flaws present at birth. I’ve a single kidney that has always liked to make stones, and every once in a while, try to klunk out. My bladder likes to make stones, too, courtesy of another defect. I’ve got leaky heart valves, thankfully not leaky enough to require surgery. And there’s much more.

At age 19, I only knew that my limbs were mismatched by an inch and that my tail bone was deformed. That’s when the lovely woman I’d thought was my birth mother died (DNA tests) of cancer at home, with me as her primary caregiver. I’d specifically asked mom if there was anything she wanted to tell me – we both knew she was dying – and all she said was “be happy.” Apparently she figured the locket she’d given me after one of her surgeries was all the additional information I needed. It holds a picture of my dad – who really is my dad (DNA tests) – and a picture of one of my three half sisters, mom’s only child from her first marriage, 14 years my senior. My insistence that it should be given to that sister was met with mom’s yet more adamant insistence that I should be its new owner, despite my (well known to her) lifelong preference for silver over gold, and despite the locket holding my sister’s picture instead of mine. Mom glared when I asked for an explanation. She instructed me to keep it, no matter what. I did. DNA tests say I’m very closely related to mom, the locket may say the rest.

My kidney tried to kill me just a couple of months after mom’s death. I’d hadn’t remembered that I’d been hospitalized for renal distress while quite young … and I didn’t remember on my own. The Henry Ford Hospital doctors read it off my chart to me. They also told me about my scoliosis, but unfortunately didn’t read the rest of the lengthy list of defects to me. Dad pretended complete ignorance of there being anything wrong with me (he’d had to take me to the hospital because I was too far gone to drive, and somehow knew which specialists I needed to see). His I-know-nothing ruse would have been believable if he’d afterwards treated me as something other than a domestic servant, as he’d been doing since mom’s illnesses and surgeries. All I ever remember dad saying about my birth was that I looked like a hairy hot dog or a scrawny baby monkey. My weight was healthy, 6 lbs, but I was 22″ tall, and covered with lanugo hair.

At 19, I knew quite a bit about dad’s character flaws, and not just from his almost daily disappearing acts during mom’s rapid decline that made being her primary caregiver almost seem like house arrest.

My Social Security records should show more four or more years of work history, and three or more were from my first job at my father’s insurance agency. Dad had his bookkeeper deduct employment taxes from my wages, but directed her not to submit payment to Michigan or the federal government for them. The bookkeeper told me that what she was doing under his orders was wrong, and told me to fight him. But I trusted dad when he told me that the bookkeeper was mistaken, up until a close friend got a tax refund, and said I ought to file, too.

So I tried to file. The forms required a Social Security number, so I called S.S. to see what my number was. They told me I didn’t have one. I went to one of their offices, thinking if I was there in person, they’d try harder, and find it. There wasn’t one, of course. I successfully filed for the first time for 1967, using the new number I was issued and the pay stubs I received showing that deductions were taken from my gross incomes. It was the second lie I’d caught my employer/father in.

One of my cousin’s friends worked at the agency for a very short time. Although still in school, I was in charge of a good part of her training – I’d been working there for many summers, weekends and holidays. She complained about her low wages, which turned out to be much higher than mine … dad had told me not to discuss wages because mine might make other employees jealous, even though I deserved high wages for the quality/quantity of work I put out.

Dad’s dirty tricks escalated over the years, including many slanders, including under oath. It may very well be that one of his children was under a psychiatrist’s care all they while they were in high school, as he swore I was under oath during an unemployment hearing. But it certainly wasn’t me: my schedule was too damn tight. I could have used a psychiatrist, for sure. If your dad routinely steals from you and one of his many violent acts knocks you unconscious and splits your head open when you’re a toddler, you’re going to have issues. And PTSD. And I do. I see a specialist intermittently, most often when my advocacy for incarcerated innocents takes an unusually bizarre turn.

Dad’s “under a psychiatrist’s care” slander was unsuccessful, but most of his other slanders under oath were very successful. And they shouldn’t have been. Triers of fact should stick to facts, not what they “feel” about what a father would or wouldn’t do to his very own daughter.

Right now, there’s a very large tree resting atop my very small house, which likely means that at least one of the many jarring tornado phone alerts during Irma was legit.

It’ll slow down my activism for others and pursuit of justice for myself, for sure. But it won’t stop me. I’ve been fighting slanderers, libelers, thieves and/or rogue public servants for fifty years. It was never my job, but it was always my responsibility … I’m an American, and obliged by birth to fight tyranny, including our wholly dysfunctional justice system – and the other two branches of government that ignore the dysfunction. If you’re an American, you are obliged to fight tyranny, too.

One can be happy while fighting. There’s nothing funnier than officers, prosecutors, judges, politicians, reporters, etc., who still take themselves seriously despite careers built on slandering and libeling and otherwise harming others for fun and profit … like still-doing-nothing-for-no-one-other-than-herself Hillary Clinton, and her incredible verbal assaults on Bernie Sanders. Funny as hell.

Less funny is how this judge “feels” about premeditated murder (by cop):

But if this judge is anything like Brevard County, Florida frame-up specialist prosecutor/Judge John Dean Moxley, a lot of the other stuff he’s said, done and “felt” is indeed laughable.

Even the very large tree atop my very small house will be funny someday. Be happy.

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9/11 Criminal Wars Of Aggression Ending.

THE ONENESS of HUMANITY

By Jerry Alatalo

n the 16th anniversary of 9/11 people sensed a number of good developments pointing towards re-investigation(s) into the truth of that day, prosecution of those responsible for 9/11, and, most importantly – finally ending the completely manufactured, 9/11 false-flag enabled, horrific “war on terrorism”.

When former United States military officer Scott Bennett suggests that American politicians and generals will face Nuremberg-style prosecutions for their illegal actions in planning, conducting, and covering up 9/11 – followed in Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya, Syria etc. … looking at the immeasurable heart-wrenching results offers certainty “Nuremberg” is the correct descriptive.

Like George Bush and Barack Obama before him President Donald Trump continues repeating the lie(s) of 9/11, only different from them in the higher level acting skills used to manipulate people into believing in fantasy. Mr. Bennett rightly and accurately describes anyone in America intentionally deceiving others through public statements as traitorous…

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What we (re)learn from #Harvey: there’s more room in a broken heart

After you give a listen to Carly Simon’s deluge-appropriate words, please give a thought to contributing to the Sgt. Steve Perez Fund [https://www.gofundme.com/sgt-steve-perez-fund-from-the-sba].

Sgt. Perez lost his life in Houston while trying to save others from Harvey’s floodwaters. Thank you.

 

 

 

 

 

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