Author: srj641

Ernie Raub,  one of my oldest friends and co-workers back in the days of perpetual blue, and I enjoyed lunch this past week at Bandannas, in Jefferson City.  The conversation moved around a bit, but we did manage to focus on a few irritants. This list grows longer as you age.

If you are of the conservative or even moderate persuasion, the dramatic shift in the attitude of America will provide all the conversational fodder you need. If you are an old cop, there is yet another layer of head scratching stuff to discuss.  We easily slipped through road rage, remembering the days we could actually do something about the bone heads who seem to surround us on the highways these days.  I confess, every time I slapped my ticket book closed after rewarding a bone head with a invitation to explain his or her latest maneuver to a judge, I smiled.  Good guys 1, bad guys 0.  Politics, bad drivers, the latest ailments and family considerations aside we focused on the grand-daddy of all that is terribly wrong with America, the scourge of daily life, the impetus for cardiac event inducing anger accompanied by acute indigestion and apoplectic seizures.  The call taker.

Back in the day, totally unknown to each other, Ernie and I had a policy in our respective divisions.  Our iron clad, guaranteed response to the calls that were routed to our shops was an answer, by a human being, to your question!  Magic stuff today.  Ernie directed the Research and Development shop and I had inherited the Traffic Division, so odd calls that hit the switchboard were often directed to our offices.  If we had no idea what the answer was, we took a call back number and ran the traps for the caller until WE could provide the answer to the question.  If further information was needed, we caused the appropriate person in state government to call the person making the inquiry back and help them.  No phone tag, no wandering around from office to office, we cut to the chase.  If two Missouri State Highway Patrol Captains could not get an answer to a citizen inquiry, imagine the frustration of the caller, as he or she navigated the system in Jefferson City!

Ernie Raub is not excitable.  He is one of the more reflective, direct and patient people that I know.  Ernie, having recently lost his mother, had been navigating the various social security and Medicare components of government.  He talked of the various folks, when you actually talked to a person rather than an electronic router, who could barely speak English, who obviously kept a roster of numbers routed through the same electronic prompted maze.  I felt his pain.  Rather than sign up for social security on the computer, I opted to appear in a Social Security office in person, thinking a conversation about my options would be helpful.  It was, to me, not so much for the official who was interested only in getting me out of their office expeditiously.  I should have used the computer.

People cost money….electronically recorded responses do not.  Want to talk to someone about service on an appliance, your call is answered in another part of the world, who relays the information (or not) to a service center in your region, who relays the information to a service center in your state, who then notifies a service tech who must check with his dispatch center to arrange a specific time, who then notifies you he will be by between 6AM and 5PM on the appointed day. Efficiency indeed.

We need to do a study.  Rather than the mating habits of earthworms, let’s look into the daily activities of the folks involved in major, life altering or life ending events.  I am betting you will find an experience with a call taker in the preceding day or two of the event.   While we are at it, let’s add anotheir category for death certificates signed by coroners and medical examiners, “telephone induced cardiac arrest”, or TICA.

Telephones should have warning labels………..

As have most of the folks that I share my existence with, I am shocked at the behavior of those lost souls that have taken to the streets to kill my brothers and sisters in proverbial blue.  Shocked, but not surprised.  We did not get to this point as a result of some divine intervention or anomaly in the weather, rather as a result of a generational malaise accompanied by a stunning urge to ignore rule and law and do only what feels good.  The Great Pyrenees breed of dog can teach us many things about responsibility, let me explain.

The Great Pyrenees goal in life is to protect something.  He will protect sheep, goats, cattle, people, children, grass, flowers, bird feeders and other Great Pyrenees.  They are beautiful dogs and capable of uncompromising love.  They are sturdily built and blessed with a thick, protective coat.  They have terrific vision and don’t miss much going on around them.  They are intelligent, possess great temperaments, and are confident in their abilities.  They have great stamina, love their job and are happy when their protectees are secure.  They will fight to the death to protect the sheep or whatever else they are responsible for.  They do not give one sorry damn what color the sheep or cattle or whatever it is they are caring for is.  It is a matter of fact they will rest closest to the most vulnerable members of their  herd or flock , knowing full well this is where an external threat will likely strike.  They will give the full monte to their job and would be confused, bewildered and crushed if a goat or sheep turned on them. Sheep know better, they can sense the great destruction that would follow such an attack,  maybe even having experienced the spectacle resulting from an ill conceived attack stopped short by their Great Pyrenees protectors.  Amazing isn’t it?  The natural order of the animal kingdom reflecting  reason that humans can only marvel at.

When the sheep attack the sheep dogs, we will suggest that is just how it goes for the sheepdogs, you know, unfortunate but to be expected.  A shepherd will not invite the wolves in for a conference, rather he will see to it his sheepdogs are taken care of and well supported.  He will swear vengeance on the wolves.

The current administration is a blatantly anti-cop as any administration in history, totally ignoring the attacking subhuman variants and suggesting the “police culture” is to blame for the current carnage.  Bullsquirt!

When there are no more Great Pyrenees, there will be no more  sheep…….It is the natural order.

I would suggest that if you are one of those, and I suspect there are precious few, of my readers who are enamored with Tribal Politics or see only the the beauty in the presumptive nominee of the Democratic Party, now would be a good time to find an old copy of Mad Magazine and set this posting aside.  If, on the other hand, you are guided by clear headed logic, or can at least objectively evaluate what falls in front of you, then give this post a read.

Hillary Clinton is a liar of the first order.  Never mind that “others have done it”, (a refrain that I smilingly brushed aside hundreds of times when scratching out a summons to a violator), or “I didn’t know it was illegal”, another favorite dodge that proved worthless as I continued to block print the information needed on the ticket.  It was a rare violator who would look you in the eyes and deny the violation that you just witnessed.  They might attempt to mitigate it with a circumstance or two, but outright denial, rare indeed.  That is  not the case with Hillary……or for that matter, her counsel, Bill, the fellow who happened to “run into” the Attorny General in an airport out west.

The Kansas City Star ran an editorial recently suggesting that Americans don’t deserve either candidate currently running for the presidency.  This is remarkable only in that Hillary is seen as a poor choice by a publication that leans left…….a lot.  While I am still watching Mr. Trump with arched eyebrows, I have seen all I want to see of Hillary.  The woman prevaricates with abandon.

At this point, we should probably make a distinction or two about the seriousness of her prevarication.  Mrs. Clinton sent and received highly classified intelligence data on a private server in the basement of her home.  A server that enjoys the same level of security afforded me as I write this article on my computer in my home………..none!  State secrets, mind you, many of which we will never know about as they were destroyed. This is not bean bag……America is under siege from a host of foreign and hostile governments and our Secretary of State is treating sensitive information with the same respect she would the exchange of recipes for chocolate chip cookies.  Never mind her motives, a serious consideration in and of itself, just focus on her denials.  Read the transcript of Director Comey’s responses to questions from Rep. Gowdy.  Lie after lie exposed.

Hillary Clinton’s history is one of prevarication.  No need to delve into such matters as who she was named after, Benghazi, and leaving the White House dead broke, or………well, you get the picture. Her deviation from the truth does have value in a value concious society…….she is sitting on the rights to a number one best seller….”The Art of Prevarication” with a forward drafted by Bill.  God help us if the author ends up being President Hillary Clinton.

Speaking of prevarication…….a fellow who enjoys a similar following has referred to her as the most qualified person to ever run for the Presidency.

Wow!  You can’t make this stuff up.

Our nation is witnessing the aftermath of a senseless slaughter of police officers in Dallas, Texas.  I, like the overwhelming majority of police officers, active and retired, am numbed by this horror.  However, unlike our nation’s chief executive and the governor of Minnesota, we understand the necessity to rely on our criminal justice system to properly and thoroughly guide us in managing this hellish nightmare.  The Dallas Chief has provided the leadership that other, impulsive, knee jerk leaders would do well to emulate.  Our criminal justice system is in serious trouble folks and it is this system that elevates us above so much of the rest of the world.

It has not been a good week for Lady Justice.  The incomprehensible logic that has surfaced in the adjudication of the Clinton email scandal was the first punch to Lady Justice.  It is relevant here because it demonstrates that power brokers can and will set aside our system that places a matter before a jury of your peers in favor of political expediency.  Then we have the shootings of members of our citizenry by police officers, another matter that belongs in the criminal justice system. Our system is designed to handle these issues, however; the people, led by the rhetoric of our leaders who have precious little in terms of verified evidence, choose to preempt the system with conclusions that are premature, speculative and designed to fit their political narrative….another body blow to Madam Justice.Shaken, but not yet knocked down, Lady Justice is crying softly at the deaths of her centurions.  She understands the implications of ill timed and irrational rhetoric from those elected to respond with reason and restraint.  She reveres her centurions and understands today’s pain.  She is relying on the reasoned response of tested leadership such as the Dallas Chief and his spokespersons.  She is proud of her centurion’s  courage and demonstrated willingness to place themselves between those hell bent on the destruction of our society and those who would be harmed.  She predates the presumptuous politicians who are reacting irrationally to today’s hell on earth and councils patience and thoroughness in seeking a lawful conclusion to the same.  Given an opportunity, she will handle today’s happenings.

Please, America, don’t ignore her.  She isn’t well these days, and we must have her to protect the centurions and our society.  I will lift a glass to my brothers and sisters in blue and could not be prouder of their role in lending order to our society.  Hell awaits the people who sought the destruction of those who are just now entering Valhalla.

The FBI has spoken.  Their respected Director, Mr. James Comey flatly stated the Bureau would not recommend that charges be brought against Hillary Clinton.  His statement:  “Our judgement is that no reasonable prosecutor would bring such a case.”  Respectfully, Mr. Comey that statement is well beyond your pervue, clearly the province of a prosecutor and not the investigator. In all fairness to you and the Attorney General, this was no mistake or role reversal……….and smacks of sheer genius.  Let me explain.

The Attorney General, having been caught passing the time of day in Arizona with the husband of the target of the investigation, stopped short of recusing herself from this matter, instead saying she would rely on the FBI to make the decision relative to the prosecution of Hillary.  Perfect!  The individual responsible for prosecuting Hillary does not recuse herself, but really does recuse herself……genius.

Now comes the FBI Director, who has absolutely no authority to prosecute Hillary, but in fact says no prosecutor would charge her on the facts that he is fully aware of. Perfect, again!  He has no authority, but is given authority that does not exist to say he would not prosecute Hillary…….again, genius.

Folks, these guys are good.  The FBI offers a summary reflecting gross negligence, yet Hillary walks.  No blood on their hands.  The Attorney General confers fictional authority on the FBI Director to bring a prosecution, thus abdicating her role in this unholy mess.  No blood on her hands.  At the end of the day, Hillary walks away, free from this vast right wing conspiracy too impune her good name and no one is responsible for the decision to not prosecute.  This makes the Tweed Ring look like 3d graders playing tether ball on a sunny afternoon.

All of this happening with absolutely no interference from the current administration, who has already endorsed Hillary for the presidency.  After all, this is the most transparent administration in US History.

America is a world leader in technology as evidenced by our ability to apply Teflon film to many things, such as frying pans and bandages.  We now lead the world in the application of this technology to mere mortals…….oops, near mortals as the Clinton lineage would indicate they have ascended well above mortal status.

Genius………..sheer genius. 

It must have been brutal.  Heat, cold, rain and snow swirling about as our forefathers trekked across the plains in search of fame, fortune and perhaps a new lease on a worn existence.  There were no Interstates, replete with rest stops and climate controlled eateries along the way.  Rather than rely on a GPS or two, one in dash and one on the dash for good measure, you were careful to stay on the wagon track and trust the memory and experience of the wagon master to get you through the journey.  When a threat developed, raiders of some description or other, you circled the wagons and fiercely defended yourself from inside.  So it was and still is with America.

The derisivness that is gripping our great republic is really nothing new.  Like large families that gather for special occasions such as the Fourth of July holiday, we bicker, opine and otherwise disagree with passion and righteousness at will.  All the while, we are careful to keep the wagons circled.  Pick up any periodical, turn on the television, and we seem to be dissolving from within, the look of chaos must be evident to folks from other parts of the world.  Democracy is a messy business, made more so by the freedoms we enjoy.  We have the ability to step up, offer an opinion and criticize zealously that or those we do not agree with.  We are brassy, loud and protective of our way of life……again all from within the circled wagons.

We are actively engaged in the business of selecting a new wagon master.  This new leader is inheriting a country that is polarized, irritable and facing significant external threats.  This selection process is uglier than a mud fence, but it is all we have and it is what we do.  For a day or two centered around our nation’s birthday, we manage to set aside our inside the wagons differences and celebrate the creation of this truly beautiful country we love.  While we enjoy barbecue, fireworks, home churned ice cream and blistering rides across our lakes and slow floats on our streams, please remember to acknowledge our uninformed services charged with protecting  us from the threats we know exist. Lending dignity to our energetic and multifaceted society is a full time job for those who are charged with recognizing and neutralizing the threats, both internal and external, to the sanctity of our incredible country.  Our wagons are always circled………

Happy Birthday, America!

I have a history with dogs that goes back to a skinny 10 year old kid living at 2046 Somerset Avenue in Columbus, Ga. My first pup’s name was Count Beno of Somerset, a terrific, fawn Boxer with the energy of Amern UE.  We called him Beno and I loved that pup.  He contracted sarcoptic mange, red mange they called it in those days, and we eventually lost him as a result of this scourge…..something today’s vets can usually handle easily.

Fast forward to 1973 and our acquisition of a great yellow Lab named Annalore Ezekial, or Zeke.  He was mostly an outdoor dog, our house was small, but he was inside when it was too cold outside…..a frequent occurrence in Missouri in those days.  We lost Zeke to cancer in Springfield not long after I was stationed there.  Zeke was a bright fellow and loved people…..not unusual for Labs.  Zeke was followed by Johnson’s Piney River Luke and Piney River Belle, two rambunctious German Shorthair pointers who knew their way around a bean field. These guys were gun dogs, pure and simple and an absolute joy on the hunt.  We lost them to old age …….and I haven’t had a gun dog since.  For us it has been a succession of Labs……and a Lab will be there when Sharon is busy arranging for 6 folks to carry me into church.  We love ’em!Tazzy enjoying a “pupacino”

I should be so fortunate.  Folks who don’t share their existence with a dog are missing one of the great pleasures in life.  The devotion, unfailing loyalty and desire to please are attributes that humans have not consistently mastered. Perhaps dogs don’t reason exactly as we do, but one should never underestimate them. They honor their keepers by making them the very center of their being and willingly absorb the tribulations of life on behalf of their human partner.  Dogs laugh a lot…….with their tails.Truman                                Abe                                     Micah

We currently share our home with a 92 pound appetite disguised as a Lab who answers to Taz’m, a name we conjured up using the first letter in each of our previous Labs names, (T-Truman, A-Abe, Z-Zeke, M-Micah).  You know you are suffering from some dread mental malady when you purchase dog colored carpet and a vehicle the dog will be comfortable in. Maybe a little off, but totally unapologetic. A very good friend of ours had a book made, “The Heartbeats at My Feet” a pictorial that chronicles our association with the aforementioned Labs, good boys and girls who were terrific companions.  Cardinal baseball, a cup of coffee and a softly sleeping Lab at my feet. Not a dog, really, rather a miracle with paws.

We all have to be somewhere……….

In my last post, I wrote about our growing insistence on penalizing literally millions of Americans for the actions of a very few psychopaths who kill for reasons we begin to understand only after the slaughter.  There are vast reserves of folks who do not like guns, have never owned one, and believe they are inherently evil.  These folks remind me of the bears that inhabit or are moving into parts of our country.  Most folks who can read a cereal box, know you shouldn’t feed the bruins, as this only encourages them to become bigger and bolder nuisances.  This lesson is sometimes lost on the firearms industry, usually as a result of increasing profitability and the need for happy boards of directors.

I am a member of the NRA and am deeply committed to the preservation of the 2d Amendment.  I support other firearms advocacy groups, some of which choose to meet the anti-gunners on their level with hype and sensationalism.  When we check reason at the door in our arguments, we are feeding the bears, which as mentioned above only makes them more of a problem.  The following advertisement is lifted from the official magazine of the NRA, the excellent “American Rifleman”.  Bear in mind that Gen. George S. Patton, a fellow who knew a lot about a lot of things related to combat and warfare once described the M-1 rifle as, “the greatest battle implement ever devised”.

For those of my readers who share my affinity for tri-focal glasses, the last statement in this advertisement says, “The CQB brings the action of an M1A with the modern technology to give you the speed and versatility for close quarters battle”. This from an absolutely excellent manufacturer of firearms competing with other manufacturers of quality firearms in America.  Here we go, feeding the bears.  It is a short jump from a fine weapon for close quarters battle to “assault rifle”.   After all, it is black, clip fed, polymer stocked…….see yesterday’s post.

Another  phenomenem is this business of silencers.  The bears, when not watching gangster movies where assassins dispatch their targets with silencer equipped handguns, are busy ruminating about the need for silencers.  Along with glasses, my hearing is shot, courtesy of firearms and artillery pieces strategically located in sunny Vietnam many years ago.  With absolute, field tested certainty, I can attest that very,  very few of the many deer that I have killed over the years heard the shot that killed them.  If they did, the noise was the least of their immediate concerns.  There are reasonable justifications for the legal possession and use of silencers, and in excess of forty states have approved their use…….but you must know they attract the bears, especially when screwed onto a black rifle or semiautomatic handgun.

The only effective counter to the woefully uninformed cadre of anti-gun politicians (bears) is the calm, reasoned destruction of their ridiculous premises with solid statistical data and factual rebuttal.  It would certainly help if the industry and our advocates would carefully consider their approach to protecting our freedoms.  Gen. Patton also said, “never let the enemy pick the battlefield”.  We will not stifle the anti-gun bears by suggesting that a silencer equipped M-1 rifle is ideal for close quarters battle.  This premise puts us squarely on their battlefield.

Predictably, it is on.  The horrible shooting in Florida has evoked commentary from many folks who know a lot about a lot of  things and from folks who know very little about anything.  In our wonderful democracy, the folks who are oblivious each have a vote and their handiwork is evident.  The crusade against gun ownership in America is unabated……fed by a Chief Executive who desperately needs a legacy.

There is little need to weigh in on what constitutes an “assault rifle”.  Progressives love this description.  It is easy to say, catchy and takes little room on a printed page.  To folks who know very little about anything, they are typically black, polymer stocked and semi-automatic in operation.  They may be green, camo or brown, are usually compact and have far too many buttons, levers and rails for the numb minds of those who hate them to operate.  They come in a wide range of weights and calibers.  The incredibly successful 10-22 from Ruger, with it’s rotary magazine and self loading action, qualifies.  Folks who rail against black rifles remind me of people who come home and kick the dog because they had a flat on the way home.  The dog didn’t cause the flat and black rifles are not fueling homicidal rage…..

During the Vietnam War, the Viet-Cong and North Vietnamese Army or NVA, placed a bounty on our most prolific sniper, Gunnery Sergeant Carlos Hathcock, also known as “White Feather” to the bad guys, so named because he was fond of keeping a white feather in his bush hat brim.  The bounty, $30,000.00 U.S., was exceedingly high for the bad guys. Sgt Hathcock, had 93 confirmed kills as a sniper and as many as 300 unconfirmed kills, the difference being in the documentation of each kill.  The Gunny was a native of Arkansas and learned  to hunt and shoot with a JC Higgins .22 while visiting relatives in Mississippi.  Folks, he was good…….and was never fond of the killing part of his job.  His motivations centered around keeping his fellow Marines alive and matching wits with his opponents in this deadly business.  His rifle of choice?  The venerable Model 70 Winchester, of which hundreds of thousands have been sold as a sporting arm world wide.  It had a heavy barrel and he relied on match grade ammunition to deliver the accuracy inherent to his trade. The Viet-Cong did not place a bounty on his rifle…….rather the man behind the rifle.  To them, it wasn’t “gun control” …….and these were folks who ran around toting Ak-47s and wearing tire tread sandals.  They understood that if you incapacitated the shooter, the rifle mattered not.  We can learn from them.  

Sgt, Carlos Hathcock and his Model 70 Winchester rifle

Ernest Hemingway wrote, “Certainly there is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and like it, never care for anything else thereafter.”  The point is, firearms are cold, tangible pieces of equipment and people are not.  This makes them logical targets for those who do not care to be bothered by the tedious task of fathoming the motivations and psychology of killers.  The mass murderers we have seen over the past few years are sick, deranged folks who thrive in an open democracy like ours.  Their motivations vary dramatically and they are exceedingly difficult to ferret out before their sprees.

The Viet-Cong got it.  Put the emphasis on the shooter, not the gun.

(Tomorrow, I tackle the gun industry in a piece titled “Don’t Feed The Bears”)

My folks are buried in the National Cemetary in Florence, South Carolina, a city that does not take for granted the service of military veterans.  To this end they have created a Veteran’s Park, a beautiful walk through reminder of the incredible sacrifices made in the protection of America.  This photo is of a simple monument, in this park, bearing a chunk of concrete removed from the Pentagon after the 9-11 assault on America.  It serves as a sobering reminder that freedom isn’t free and when you are the leader of the free world, you can expect to be challenged.

In the incredible democracy that is America, we elect folks to represent our interests and give them broad lattitude to execute the will of the people.  Such as it is with the President and Congress.  These folks speak for us, no easy task as Americans aren’t mindless sheep, or lemmings on their way to the sea.  This representative form of government works best in a democracy however; is not the exclusive province of democracy, which is my point today.

The Muslim faith is widely touted as a religion of peace. It is comprised of millions of people world wide, and the views of their faith is represented by their numbers who have sworn to destroy America.  It is time we accord them the same level of respect that is accorded our elected leadership.  By respect, I mean the level of respect you accord a rattlesnake or serial killer.  This form of respect has nothing to do with reverence.  Their representatives, the so-called radical Muslims, have marginalized the entire Muslim community.  It is simple, really, the President speaks for us, the radical element of the Muslim  faith speaks for them.  These folks are hell bent on our destruction and you cannot meet this profound antagonism with kindness and understanding.  Until such time as the Muslim faith marginalizes their radical element, they are nothing more than aiding and abetting the activities of their renegade brethren.  History reminds us the price for the attempted destruction of America, by necessity, must be extraordinarily high, evidenced by our response to Nazi Germany and Imperial Japan.  I suspect neither of these countries wants to interfere with our democracy again, as it should be.

This chunk of concrete is a reminder of the intent of the leadership of the Muslim faith, represented by the so called radical element.  As I looked at it, in the bright morning sun, I was again angered by the audacity of these people.  What would Ike, Reagan, Truman or John Kennedy have done?  The question is rhetorical, but you can bet their response would certainly convey the message that we will destroy that which seeks to destroy us.  There must be fight in the big dog……