Smoker's Rights

OK

This morning, I'm chillin' at the off-leash area in one of my city's beautiful parks (as I have done for almost every morning for the last 3+ years) trying to relax into my day.

I'm running around with the dog, minding my own hypomanic business. Sometimes it's kinda hard to do when you're holding a smoke in one hand, a cup of joe in the other, while trying to throw a ball for the dog with the third hand you don't have.

This woman I have seen at the park a few times recently starts heading over to me from a ways off.

I'm thinking, "Uh oh."

She starts mumbling something to me; I'm thinking, "Oh man, this is gonna be a tough one. She's not even speaking clearly."

Suddenly, I realize that she is telling me that my smoke is bothering her from all the way over there.

Wait a second. I'm outside at a park. So, I tell her in my quickest, yet painfully nice way, "You know what? If my smoke is bothering you at an outdoor park, you need to just move away."

She looks shocked. She's thinking, "How dare you, you insolent devient smoker!"

I immediately call my dog over to me and begin moving away from this obvious, anti-smoking fascist.

She starts waving her arm at me, like she's shooing me away, and giving me her best Stink Eye.

Screw her. I'm off to the doggie water fountain way down at the other end of the park. I'm moving away from her, so she should be happy and leave me alone.

The doggie fountain is right near (like 3 feet away from) the road inside the park. There are speed bumps all along the road and signs indicating the speed limit is 5 MPH. This is for the safety of the kiddies playing soccer and vollyball on the weekends at the park.

Not less than 10 minutes after the incident with the local Smoking Police Enforcement Agent, she comes barreling down the road in her big-ass, gas-guzzling, soccer-mom mini-van.

If my dog had seen a squirrel across the road and decided to chase it right then, this lady would have killed my baby!

I immediately started moving my arm in a "pushing-down" motion. (It's how you stop a bus on the road in Tonga)

And, you know what? The idiot is smiling and waving back at me like, "Bye. Have a nice day. Nice chatting with you. See you tomorrow." She just keeps speeding by.

I wish she had stopped and rolled down the window to say something nasty to me. I would have told her this:

Listen lady, I learned to smoke in New York City. There is a very different attitude about smoking and smokers in New York. When I moved out to California 17 yrs ago, I quickly learned that, as an outsider, I needed to adapt to the new customs and attitudes about smoking out here.

I’ve been coming to this dog park 6 days a week, for over 3 years. I am always very conscious of my smoking around the other users of the park. There are several other smokers out here as well, who are conscious of their habit also. In all this time, you are the first person who has ever said that my smoking bothers them.

If you were a regular and frequent visitor to the off-leash area, you would probably know that there is a brochure available with pre-established guidelines for safe and respectful use of the area and the other users. The only mention of smoking in the brochure is to remind smokers to throw their butts in the garbage cans because they may be harmful to the dogs. I welcome all people to come and use the off-leash area, and encourage them to come often.

The park is an open-air area and I suggest that if you do not like cigarette smoke you keep a distance from those who are smoking. If some one approaches you with cigarette in hand, kindly ask them to move away. But if you walk up to someone and they are smoking, then you need to move away if it bothers you. If that is not acceptable, then you probably shouldn’t come to an open-air area where smokers may be, or are present.

I would also like to note that you need to slow down when you are driving on the road inside the park. This will give you the time to stop in case an off-leash dog does happen to run out across the road. I don’t think anyone would like to see a tragedy like a dog getting hit by a car first thing in the morning at Arroyo Verde Park.

How about that?

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A Novel Idea

Republicans should back off and let men marry men, women marry women, and totally legalize abortion.

In three generations there will be no Democrats!

Sounds good to me!

Thanks, Glen.

Comments On, Frustration Off

I tried three times to post this as a comment on a post from Ice. I finally found the glitch. I guess it's kinda long, so maybe it's better I moved it over here anyway.


Let's get it on:

Hello Ice,

Don't get me wrong; I am not one of your school teachers, but I would like to offer a little constructive criticism up front (going against the better principles of Dale Carnegie's How to Win Friends & Influence People.

Part of what I do for a living is work with people and companies to help them improve their flow of information (quit thinking about menstruation). The Internet is a fantastic tool for this. The visual medium, for one, kicks ass. After all, seeing is believing.

I believe, and have seen, that movies and television have dominated our culture, and more recently the world, for decades. The Internet, now in it's infancy, is the mutant offspring of a cyber mánage a trios between movies, television, and computers. Wait until it reaches puberty....

There is a reason for this incredible, and rapid, take over and dominance by these forms of media:

Moving pictures, flashing lights, and buzzing sounds.

There is strong scientific evidence (I'm too lazy to go find a hyperlink, but if you ask me, I will get you one) that light and sound affect the development of the brain. Just ask the anti-sex-and-violence-on-TV people. (Heh-Heh, I just thought of Kyle's mom in South Park: Bigger, Longer, and Uncut; Oh crap, that reminds me that Team America: World Police is out in stores and I was not first in line to buy it. Damn blogs, sucking away my whole life...)

Secondly, the use of hyperlinks brings instantaneous access to the references you mention in a post. Since the Internet inherently has the aforementioned incredible influence over our brains, why not use it to its full extent. I can't wait until that bitch reaches her Sweet 16; she's going to be a man-eater...

If this were my blog (and I had had those experiences), here are some of the things I would have done:

1. Used more hyperlinks: GNC, Gold's Gym, Jefferson Security Bank

2. Given a hyperlink and/or address for contacting the corporate offices of the Jefferson Security Bank:

Jefferson Security Bank
PO Box 35
Shepherdstown, WV 25443

Maybe even throw in a few phone numbers for good measure. (You never know what Internet psycho might want to give them a call...)

Ditto for Gold's Gym:

Gold's Gym International, Inc.
358 Hampton Drive
Venice, CA 90291

Ditto for GNC:

GNC Corporation
300 6th Avenue
Pittsburgh, PA 15222

3. Dispatched letters and/or email to all the corporate offices, and, maybe, posted them here for others to see and cut-and-paste for themselves to use on their blogs, email, letters, faxes, etc.

Check out PlanetFeedback, it's one of my faves.

BTW, do you mind if I post a hyperlink to your blog on mine?

As for the content: Awesome! I Laughed My Ass Off! (LMAO) Oh yeah, the thing about the "packages" of personal trainer time at Gold's: This is a classic bait-and-switch; it's illegal in most states. Contact your state's Attorney General and report them. Also, I don't know what state you live in (well, actually I do), but minimum wage here in (doing my best Arnie imitation) California is $6.75 per hour (and that's still just above the national poverty level).

Overall, good job. I give it a B+ and a 1 for effort. (Better feedback than from most of the asshole teachers I've had in life; you'll probably read about that in a later post on my blog.

For the professional advice: That'll be $650. You can PayPal it to me.... LOL

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I'm sorry, it's company policy.

This was sent to me by my friend David. I think this is based on a real scientific experiment. I'll look around and see if I can find a hyperlink to it:

How Company Policy Begins

Start with a cage containing five monkeys. Inside the cage, hang a banana on a string and place a set of stairs under it.

Before long, one of the monkeys will go to the stairs and start to climb towards the banana. As soon as he touches the stairs, all of the monkeys are sprayed with cold water.

After a while, another monkey makes an attempt with the same result - all the monkeys are sprayed with cold water.

Pretty soon, none of the monkeys will try to climb the stairs.

Now, put away the cold water. Remove one monkey from the cage and replace it with a new one. The new monkey sees the banana and wants to climb the stairs. To his surprise and horror, all of the other monkeys attack him.

After another attempt and attack, he knows that if he tries to climb the stairs, he will be assaulted. Next, remove another of the original five monkeys and replace it with a new one. The newcomer goes to the stairs and is attacked. The previous newcomer takes part in the punishment with enthusiasm!

Likewise, replace a third original monkey with a new one, then a fourth, then the fifth.

Every time the newest monkey takes to the stairs, he is attacked. Most of the monkeys that are beating him have no idea why they were not permitted to climb the stairs, or why they are participating in the beating of the newest monkey.

After replacing all the original monkeys, none of the remaining monkeys have ever been sprayed with cold water. Nevertheless, no monkey ever again approaches the stairs to try for the banana.

Why not? Because as far as they know that's the way it's always been done around here.

And that, my friends, is how company policy begins.

Thank you, David.

Reminds me of Seligman's theory of learned helplessness.

Next time someone says to you, "That's the way it's always been done...", remember what you have read here.

For further expansion of this concept please see the movie Office Space

The Cost of Living Keeps Going Up

So, I run down to the store for a pack of smokes.

The psychomotor agitation is not too bad today, but I'm still a little twitchy.

This big lug is behind the counter (he's a new employee: this is only the second time I've seen him working there) and he's trying to put some money into the safe...

I'm standing there with a $5.00 bill in my hand (man, cigs have gotten expensive: they were only $1.25 a pack when I got hooked back in 1984 in NYC; now they're $4.00 out here and a whopping $8.00 in NYC), I'm feeling kinda jumpy; lots of bloggin' thoughts swirling around in my head. I want to hurry up and get back home...

The only thing is, they got this fancy safe that has those dollar bill slots on the front, like the newer soda vending machines. This is because the owner probably can't trust any of the employees with the safe combo. This guy's got these crumply $100 bills in his big, sausage fingers, trying to shove them into the finicky bill slots. The safe keeps spitting them back out at the guy. It's as if the safe is saying, "Blech, I don't want your wrinkly money; I demand crisp new bills."

So, I'm waiting there 2-3 minutes (which can seem like forever, for a myriad of hypomanic reasons), I'm getting kind of annoyed, "Why doesn't this guy just take the 30 seconds to sell me the butts so I can split," I think to myself. Finally, I rest my hands on the counter, and my wedding ring makes a very light tap on the counter...

He looks up at me with these kinda dull eyes, yet that kinda drooling idiot grin; looks a lot like Blaster

from Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome. So, I kinda start to say something about just selling me a pack of smokes real quick...

He starts talking, right in the middle of me talking to him. He's blathering to me about how the bills won't go into the safe, how they're wrinkled, blah blah blah. He's not even hearing me speak. I stop talking, and I'm thinking to myself, "What the fuck is wrong with this guy?!? Doesn't he know anything about customer service?!? No shit, Sherlock; I noticed the bills weren't going in the safe myself!"

Finally, he gets up, giving up on the safe with with a puzzled look. He sells me my 'rettes, and I'm outta there!

This post was written in my head during the 2 minute drive home.

I just had to get it out of my head.

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The Rapist

Here's a funny little story about the first time I went to see Dr. Clayson (PhD) during my junior year in high school:

My mother and I were standing around in his waiting room for my first appointment. This was a 3-hour psychological exam (I got a 132 on the IQ Test). My mom's a nervous wreck because the evil Dr. Downs (that's a whole 'nother post...) told her I was a deviant who had smoked marijuana and tried LSD; in fact, I might even have organic brain damage! (I think he wanted to sign me up for some ECT). Hence, the psychological testing.

So, we're standing around looking at this bulliten board with these little, hand-drawn faces, but only the eyes are filled in. (I wish I had a hyperlink or picture for you) All the little faces have labels underneath, like "Schizophrenic", "Paranoid", "Alcoholic", "Manic", "Depressed", etc. The eyes were supposed to represent the different psychological maladies (I hope you get the idea). There's one little face all by itself at the bottom of the thing we're looking at, but this one has no eyes, just ears. My mom looks at that one and says, "Oh, look at 'The Rapist'."

Dr. Peter Whybrow, M.D. mentions, in his book A Mood Apart, that the average BP spends 10 years in "therapy" and goes through 3 "therapists" before being finally diagnosed (Third time's the charm?).

Considering how many people needlessly suffer while most of these "therapists" have no clue, what my mother said makes sense.

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Evolution of the Tribes

I'm still working on my music post (and many others), but in the meantime....

I take absolutely no credit for this one.

WORLD HISTORY IN A NUTSHELL

Division of the human family into two distinct political groups began some 12,000 years ago. Humans existed as members of small bands of nomadic hunter-gatherers. They lived on deer in the mountains in the summer and would go to the beach to live on fish and lobster in the winter.

The two most important events in all of history were the invention of beer and the invention of the wheel. The wheel was invented to get man the beer. These were the foundation of modern civilization, and together they were the catalyst for the splitting of humanity into two distinct subgroups:

Liberals & Conservatives.

Once beer was discovered, it required grain, and that was the beginning of agriculture. Neither the glass bottle nor aluminum can were invented yet, so while our early human ancestors were sitting around waiting for them to be invented, they just stayed close to the brewery. That's how villages were formed.

Some men spent their days tracking and killing animals to B-B-Q at night while they were drinking beer. This was the beginning of what is known as the “Conservative Movement". Other men, who were weaker and less skilled at hunting, learned to live off the conservatives by showing up for the nightly B-B-Q's and doing the sewing, fetching, hair styling, etc. This was the beginning of the “Liberal Movement”. Some of these Liberal men eventually evolved into women. The rest became known as “Girleymen”. Some noteworthy Liberal achievements include the domestication of cats, the trade union, the invention of group therapy, group hugs, and the concept of Democratic voting to decide how to divide the meat and beer that Conservatives provided. Over the years, Conservatives came to be symbolized by the largest, most powerful land animal on earth, the elephant. The jackass symbolizes Liberals.

Modern Liberals like imported beer (with lime added), but most prefer white wine or imported bottled water. They eat raw fish but like their beef well done. Sushi, tofu, and French food are standard Liberal fare.

Another interesting revolutionary side note: most of the Liberal women have higher testosterone levels than their men. Most social workers, personal injury attorneys, journalists, dreamers in Hollywood, and group therapists are Liberals. Liberals invented the designated hitter rule because it wasn't "fair" to make the pitcher also bat.

Conservatives drink domestic beer and eat red meat & potatoes. Conservatives are big-game hunters, rodeo cowboys, lumberjacks, construction workers, police officers, corporate executives, soldiers, athletes & generally anyone who works productively outside the government. Conservatives who own companies hire other Conservatives who want to work for a living.

Liberals produce little or nothing. They like to "govern" the producers and decide what to do with the production. Liberals believe Europeans are more enlightened than Americans. That is why most of the Liberals remained in Europe when Conservatives were coming to America. They crept in after the Wild West was tame and created a business of trying to get MORE for nothing.

Here ends today's lesson in world history.

Thanks, Glen.

No comments are needed

Testing, test, test, test. This is blog number one, this is blog number one, isn't this a lot of fun.

I'm just going to jump right in.

Here is a copy of a recent email I sent out:

From: Henry
Date: Sun May 15, 2005 7:32:29 AM US/Pacific
To: Family and Friends
Subject: ORDER IN THE COURT??

These are from a book called Disorder in the American Courts, and are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters who had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place.

ATTORNEY: What is the date of your birth?
WITNESS: July 18th.
ATTORNEY: What year?
WITNESS: Every year.

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ATTORNEY: What gear were you in at the moment of impact?
WITNESS: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.

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ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: And in what ways does it affect your memory?
WITNESS: I forget.
ATTORNEY: You forget? Can you give us an example of something you forgot?

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ATTORNEY: How old is your son, the one living with you?
WITNESS: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can't remember which.
ATTORNEY: How long has he lived with you?
WITNESS: Forty-five years.

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ATTORNEY: What was the first thing your husband said to you that morning?
WITNESS: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?"
ATTORNEY: And why did that upset you?
WITNESS: My name is Susan.

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ATTORNEY: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo?
WITNESS: We both do.
ATTORNEY: Voodoo?
WITNESS: We do.
ATTORNEY: You do?
WITNESS: Yes, voodoo

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ATTORNEY: Now doctor, isn't true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?
WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam?

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ATTORNEY: The youngest son, the twenty-year-old, how old is he?
WITNESS: Uh, he's twenty-one.

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ATTORNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken?
WITNESS: Would you repeat the question?

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ATTORNEY: So, the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: And what were you doing at that time?
WITNESS: Uh...

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ATTORNEY: She had three children, right?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: How many were boys?
WITNESS: None.
ATTORNEY: Were there any girls?

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ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated?
WITNESS: By death.
ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated?

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ATTORNEY: Can you describe the individual?
WITNESS: He was about medium height and had a beard.
ATTORNEY: Was this a male or a female?

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ATTORNEY: Is your appearance here today pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?
WITNESS: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.

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ATTORNEY: Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people?
WITNESS: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.

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ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to?
WITNESS: Oral.

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ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.
ATTORNEY: And Mr. Denton was dead at the time?
WITNESS: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy on him!

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ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?
WITNESS: Huh?

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ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: Did you check for breathing?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor?
WITNESS: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.
ATTORNEY: But could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?
WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law!

Hello-

While the quotes shown above are hilarious, I would like to present to all of you something of a more somber nature that was also said in court. However, this statement has not been published in a book, nor received much media attention at all.

In December of 2003, Richard Reid, the man who admitted to trying to blow up a U.S. jetliner with explosives in his shoes, better known as "The Shoe Bomber", was sentenced to life in prison by Judge William Young. As he was dragged out of the courtroom, Richard Reid began yelling at Judge Young, repeating his allegiance to Osama bin Laden saying, "I'm at war with your country not for personal reasons but because you have killed so many innocents, so many children. ... My fate is in Allah's hands. ... I leave you to judge."

Here is the actual transcript of the exchange between Judge Young and Mr. Reid:

RICHARD REID: I start by praising Allah because life today is no good. I bear witness to this and he alone is right to be worshiped. And I bear witness that Muhammad Sa'laat Alayhi as-Salaam is his last prophet and messenger who is sent to all of mankind for guidance, with the sound guidance for everyone.

Concerning what the Court said? I admit, I admit my actions and I further, I further state that I done them.

JUDGE WILLIAM YOUNG: I didn't hear the last. I admit my actions and then what did you say?

REID: I further admit my allegiance to Osama bin Laden, to Islam, and to the religion of Allah. With regards to what you said about killing innocent people, I will say one thing. Your government has killed 2 million children in Iraq. If you want to think about something, against 2 million, I don't see no comparison.

Your government has sponsored the rape and torture of Muslims in the prisons of Egypt and Turkey and Syria and Jordan with their money and with their weapons. I don't know, see what I done as being equal to rape and to torture, or to the deaths of the two million children in Iraq.

So, for this reason, I think I ought not apologize for my actions. I am at war with your country. I'm at war with them not for personal reasons but because they have murdered more than, so many children and they have oppressed my religion and they have oppressed people for no reason except that they say we believe in Allah.

This is the only reason that America sponsors Egypt. It's the only reason they sponsor Turkey. It's the only reason they back Israel.

As far as the sentence is concerned, it's in your hand. Only really it is not even in your hand. It's in Allah's hand. I put my trust in Allah totally and I know that he will give victory to his religion. And he will give victory to those who believe and he will destroy those who wish to oppress the people because they believe in Allah.

So you can judge and I leave you to judge. And I don't mind. This is all I have to say. And I bear witness to Muhammad this is Allah's message.

YOUNG: Mr. Richard C. Reid, hearken now to the sentence the Court imposes upon you. On counts 1, 5 and 6 the Court sentences you to life in prison in the custody of the United States Attorney General. On counts 2, 3, 4 and 7, the Court sentences you to 20 years in prison on each count, the sentence on each count to run consecutive one with the other. That's 80 years.

On Count 8 the court sentences you to the mandatory 30 years consecutive to the 80 years just imposed. The Court imposes upon you on each of the eight counts a fine of $250,000 for the aggregate fine of $2 million.

The Court accepts the government's recommendation with respect to restitution and orders restitution in the amount of $298.17 to Andre Bousquet and $5,784 to American Airlines.

The Court imposes upon you the $800 special assessment.

The Court imposes upon you five years supervised release simply because the law requires it. But the life sentences are real life sentences so I need not go any further.

This is the sentence that is provided for by our statutes. It is a fair and a just sentence. It is a righteous sentence. Let me explain this to you.

We are not afraid of any of your terrorist co-conspirators, Mr. Reid. We are Americans. We have been through the fire before. There is all too much war talk here. And I say that to everyone with the utmost respect.

Here in this court where we deal with individuals as individuals, and care for individuals as individuals, as human beings we reach out for justice.

You are not an enemy combatant. You are a terrorist. You are not a soldier in any war. You are a terrorist. To give you that reference, to call you a soldier gives you far too much stature. Whether it is the officers of government who do it or your attorney who does it, or that happens to be your view, you are a terrorist.

And we do not negotiate with terrorists. We do not treat with terrorists. We do not sign documents with terrorists.

We hunt them down one by one and bring them to justice.

So war talk is way out of line in this court. You're a big fellow. But you're not that big. You're no warrior. I know warriors. You are a terrorist. A species of criminal guilty of multiple attempted murders.

In a very real sense Trooper Santiago had it right when first you were taken off that plane and into custody and you wondered where the press and where the TV crews were and he said you're no big deal. You're no big deal.

What your counsel, what your able counsel and what the equally able United States attorneys have grappled with and what I have as honestly as I know how tried to grapple with, is why you did something so horrific. What was it that led you here to this courtroom today? I have listened respectfully to what you have to say. And I ask you to search your heart and ask yourself what sort of unfathomable hate led you to do what you are guilty and admit you are guilty of doing.

And I have an answer for you. It may not satisfy you. But as I search this entire record it comes as close to understanding as I know.

It seems to me you hate the one thing that to us is most precious. You hate our freedom. Our individual freedom. Our individual freedom to live as we choose, to come and go as we choose, to believe or not believe as we individually choose.

Here, in this society, the very winds carry freedom. They carry it everywhere from sea to shining sea. It is because we prize individual freedom so much that you are here in this beautiful courtroom. So that everyone can see, truly see that justice is administered fairly, individually, and discretely.

It is for freedom's sake that your lawyers are striving so vigorously on your behalf and have filed appeals, will go on in their, their representation of you before other judges. We care about it. Because we all know that the way we treat you, Mr. Reid, is the measure of our own liberties.

Make no mistake though. It is yet true that we will bear any burden; pay any price, to preserve our freedoms.

Look around this courtroom. Mark it well. The world is not going to long remember what you or I say here. Day after tomorrow it will be forgotten. But this, however, will long endure. Here, in this courtroom, and courtrooms all across America, the American people will gather to see that justice, individual justice, justice, not war, individual justice is in fact being done.

The very President of the United States through his officers will have to come into courtrooms and lay out evidence on which specific matters can be judged, and juries of citizens will gather to sit and judge that evidence democratically, to mold and shape and refine our sense of justice.

See that flag, Mr. Reid? That's the flag of the United States of America. That flag will fly there long after this is all forgotten. That flag still stands for freedom. You know it always will. Custody, Mr. Officer. Stand him down.

REID: That flag will be brought down on the Day of Judgment and you will see in front of your Lord and my Lord and then we will know. (Whereupon the defendant was removed from the courtroom.)

YOUNG: We'll recess. All rise.


We need more judges like this in America. Judges who aren't afraid to enforce the laws, yet won't be attempting legislation from the bench. If you agree, start by writing a letter to Judge Young and thank him for his wisdom and encourage him to continue with the excellent work he is doing. Then, pick up the phone and call one, or all, of these 9 senators and tell them to cease their unconstitutional filibuster of President Bush's judicial nominees, uphold their sworn constitutional duties, and vote, yea or nay:

Sen. Minority Leader Harry Reid (NV) 202-224-3524

Jeff Bingaman (NM) 202-224-5521
Barbara Boxer (CA) 202-224-3553
Russ Feingold (WI) 202-224-5323
Tom Harkin (IA) 202-224-3254
Ted Kennedy (MA) 202-224-4543
John Kerry (MA) 202-224-2742
Frank Lautenberg (NJ) 202-224-3224
Paul Sarbanes (MD) 202-224-4524

Sincerely,

Henry

PS: Rot in Hell, Mr. Reid.

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Netiquette

Welcome to my blog.

This is MY blog; there are many like it, but this one is mine.

I say this in the sense that I control (I think) what goes on here. I welcome your comments, when I want them, and you will know because I sometimes might turn off the comment feature. Those who know me have my email address and can comment privately. Sometimes, I just don’t want to hear what other people have to say.

When the comments are on, I kinda have some semi-rigid “guidelines” about what you say here. Obviously, crap like spam, porno, totally irrelevant obscene ranting, etc., etc. will be deleted immediately. I am the judge here, and what I say goes.

Comment away, folks. If you don’t like what you see here, I point out the two buttons in the upper left corner of your web browser: Back and Close. Please use either one of them. I welcome constructive criticism. However, be sure you back up what you have to say in an intelligent, cohesive manner; be sure to provide references and/or hyperlinks to what you are saying for further strengthening of your contentions. Don’t just shout at me, “TAKE YOUR MEDS, PSYCHO!” (see the guidelines above)

Like most of us, I like to get compliments. Please be sure to post them immediately.

As you get to know me, you will understand more of what I am talking about.

Be sure to come back once in a while to check out, and add to, the comments, as I hope they’ll become an integral part of why this blog is here: It’s cyber, Baby!

If you wish to be put on my email list for Blog Alerts and Comment Upgrades, send an email to sbdivemaster1@yahoo.com with “Your blog is cool! Sign me up.” in the Subject. THIS EMAIL IS NOT FOR COMMENTS.

Now, on to the show….

Henry P. Babcock

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