Sunday, October 30, 2005

All Hail Clinton!

Another day, another cool shoot.

This morning, Michelle Wie, the uber-cute 16 year old pro golfer who is now making more money then I will ever see in my entire life, donated $500,000 of her own dollars to the Clinton/Bush 41 Katrina Relief Fund.

Personally I think that was an outstanding thing for her to do. She just turned pro and just got a couple of endorsement deals and the first thing she does with her money is give it to those people in need.

She's almost as nice as she is cute!!

Anyway, to accept the check was former president Bill Clinton who was in town. I was really hoping there was going to be some one-on-one availability because I would have honestly like to have met him. I thought he was a pretty good president. He could have better taste in interns, but to each his own I guess.

President Clinton, like most public speaks was late, so I spent 8:00 - 8:30 giving live hits of an empty room. Exciting. And I almost went nuts on people because while I was pulling cable up a balcony for both myself and channel 13, other photog bastards stole all the good spots, so I was stuck on the crappy end with a terrible view and still photogs dancing around in front of me.

But all in all I can think of worse ways to spend three hours! I just wish it hadn't happened on a day where I had already been forced to work an extra hour due to the cruel and evil Daylight Saving Time ending.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Words of Wisdom...

In the history of the world there have been many great philosphers. Plato, Socrates, Nicolai Berdyaev, the list goes on and on.

However none of them could speak to the common man like Homer J. Simpson. For your reading pleasure, here are some words of wisdom from the great one.

You don't like your job you don't strike! You just go in there every day and do it really half-assed. THAT'S the American way!


(Marge) It takes two to lie. One to lie, one to listen.


Son, when you participate in sporting events, it's not whether you win or lose: it's how drunk you get.


And remember not to act afraid. Animals can smell fear. And they don't like it.


D'oh! English! Who needs that? I'm never going to England. Come on, let's go smoke.


Well you know boys, a nuclear reactor is a lot like a woman. You just have to read the manual and press the right button.


A mountain of sugar is too much for one man. It's clear now why God portions it out in those tiny packets, and why he lives on a plantation in Hawaii.


Lisa, if the Bible has taught us nothing else - and it hasn't - it's that girls should stick to girls' sports such as hot oil wrestling and foxy boxing and such and such.


To alcohol! The cause of - and solution to - all of life's problems!


D'oh!

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Good Job Houston.

The team that was playing better won. (I can't say the better team won because then Houston wouldn't have even made it past the Braves... heh.)

Good luck in Chicago, because frankly, you're going to need it.

As for St. Louis... Well I will do my impression of a misguided Cubs fan.

'Wait till next year!'

Monday, October 17, 2005

Houston, we have a Pujols...


Top of the 9th... St. Louis down to their last out. Eckstein dribbles one into left. Jimmy Edmonds works a walk out of Houston's 'unhittable' closer.

Albert Pujols steps into the box. Waits a couple of pitches. Lidge throws a nasty slider. Pujols swings.

KABOOM.

I've never seen a baseball fly so far in my life. Cards win 5 - 4 and take this back home to St. Louis for game six.

As for everyone who declared the series over after game 4...

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Who's a Pimp?

James Lozada, that's who.

He's the master pimp daddy of them all. If you took fifteen of the pimpinest guys around and smushed them into one hispanic reporter, you'd have James.

James puts the action into Action News. Here's a song about him...

my name iz...
James-zula
the mic rulah
the old schoolah
you wanna trip,
I'll bring it to ya

Lozada and I'm on top
rock you like a cop
JimmyJam you're up next
with your knock-knock

Jamez L make the money see
Jamez L get the honeys G
Drivin in my car,
livin' like a star
Ice on my fingers and my toes
and I'm a Taurus

ha ha, check it, uh, check-check it, yeah

'cuz we are tha Action Newz
make the homeys say ho
'n the girlies wanna scream
'cuz we are tha Action Newz
make the homeys say ho
'n the girlies wanna scream

yeah

Channel 13 Action News
numba three in tha hood, G


For the record, this is a take on the Aqua Team Hunger Force theme. Download it here! Legally even.


UPDATE: Due to some people not understanding 21st century slang, I need to make a clarification.
When I say pimp, I don't mean it in the traditional sense of the word. James does not manage prostitutes. James does not have anything to do with hookers, hoes, strippers, ect... James is an upstanding member of the community who rescues kittens from trees, gives the poor homeless man on the corner money for his forty, and gives little old ladies sponge baths and brings them Snickers bars without a court order.
Pimp, in this context, is used in its slang meaning (link:The Source:Slang Dictionary). That being that James is cool and admirable. He is married though so ladies, hands off.
I, coincidentally, am available!
One more thing. I am not affiliated with Channel 13 and James did not approve nor condone this posting. Consider this nothing more than a fan posting nonsense.

Friday, October 14, 2005

OH CRAP!

Have you ever heard your toilet start to gurgle, got up from watching CSI and went into the bathroom to find leaves, sticks and crap (quite literally) coming up from your shower drain?

Well now I can say I have.

Apparently the sewer drainage system couldn't handle the influx of people to building 125 and developed a - jam.

Being on the ground floor and apparently the closest unit to said jam, I get backwash that can't make it through the jam.

Lucky me.

At least the HOA jumped right on this and has sewer fixer people en route. Hopefully they will have this fixed by time for me to go to work, as I don't feel like taking a shower in an ankle deep version of the East River...

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Hanging Around - Final

So Simon is gone. I woke up this morning and walked outside for my usual AM smoke. I waddled over to my wind chime to say hello and he was no where to be found.

I assume he got bored just hanging around, since it's really not that interesting at my place. Plus now that more and more people have moved in here, there are a ton of loud, obnoxious children running around who don't understand that not everyone sleeps at night.

So maybe Simon just got pissed and decided to go to someone else’s wind chime. Or maybe, as I have read that mantis' live from spring to fall, he just chose my wind chime to retire and went on to mantis heaven last night.

Or maybe he realized that he wasn't going to catch much food on my wind chime and went to some place better.

At any rate it was neat having a room mate for a few days. Safe voyages, Simon!

Big Wheels

So check this shit out.

I'm digging through some stuff and I find a disposable camera. It's got 10 shots left on it, meaning that some where and some how I took 14 other shots. But I had no idea where!

So I went to work, wasted the other 10 shots and ran to Walgreens. After waiting an hour, plus 23 (see my rant about freakin' Columbus Day to understand why I waited a day) I went back and picked up my photos.

I got home and opened up the envelope and I find my pictures that I took when I was with Coop at the UAW-DaimlerChrysler 400 at the Las Vegas Motor Speedway. I was thrilled because in it was my first 'celebrity' picture. See, it's me and Michael Waltrip!

Here's one of Coop with Michael. It's pretty sad how poorly framed that one is. I don't know what happened there. It must have been because I was so excited! Even though I wasn't a NASCAR fan... And Coop is and the one he took was perfect.


I guess I'm just incompetent...

Anyway, that was a VERY fun day, even if the NASCAR police found me and kicked me out of the garage because I was wearing shorts. I apparently didn't read the back of my pass. So I had to borrow Coop's car and went to Wal*Mart on LVB and Nellis and bought a pair of jeans.

Of course this was right before our noon hit, so I had to haul ass. But I did it. We shot a pretty cool pack about tires - they go through a lot of tires at a NASCAR race - and did a live from within the garage area.

Coop stayed the day out there, but I left right around noon. They told me to leave my truck out there, so I did and some drunken red-necks graffiti’d her! She still has some of the stickers on her because I couldn't peel them off. Really pissed me off. If they had told me I was going to have to leave the truck I would have taken out one of the UAOPS (Ugly Ass Old Paint Scheme) trucks - 21 and 20.

Well whatever. At any rate I look forward to next March to do it again! This time I will remember long pants!

One other thing you might be interested in knowing... The Channel 13 live truck in this picture... This is one of the last pictures of her taken before she exploded! Well, it didn't explode, but it did catch fire for some reason. Gutted her! So take a moment to wish her happy voyages in live truck heaven!

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Hanging Around - Day 3

So I mosey on home from work this morning to find my little green friend still hanging out, upside down. When I left last night I checked on him and saw him hanging horizontally. I guess he didn't like that.

I've named him Simon. Why Simon? I don't know. I was just thinking about what my name would be if I was a mantis, and I think it would be Simon.

I was still wondering what he's praying for, so I decided to ask him.

"Hey Simon, what are you praying for?" I asked.

He looked to me, shook his head and began to yell.

"I'M A FUCKING INSECT YOU DUMBASS! I HAVE THE BRAIN THE SIZE OF SKIN FLAKE! DO YOU ACTUALLY THINK I HAVE THE COGNATIVE ABILITY TO THINK, MUCH LESS BELIEVE IN A GOD AND PRAY TO HIM? GO TO WORK, FATASS!"

I then pondered what Simon would think of a can of Raid sprayed in his direction, but I realized, if I was just hanging around, would I want to be analyzed by a slack-jawed yokel? Of course not.

So there is to be no more pondering of what Simon is doing. He's just hanging out. I'll continue to give updates on him though, because right now he's the most interesting part of my blog.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Paroled!

For the past few weeks I have been coming in at 10PM to sit at the assignment desk since we have a shortage of assignment editors. And while I enjoyed being able to leave at 7AM, I HATE working the desk.

It's not listening to the scanners. I am good at that and I do it in my truck as well. It's not really the sitting still, as I play on the internet and watch TV. It's the fuckin' phones.

80% of the people who call our station offer valid news tips. They help us find out things that maybe the police would want kept quiet. They give us good story ideas.

20% of the people who call the station (and I mean ANY station...) are complete fucking morons. They are people who would make some of the crazy internet conspiracy theorists go 'Woooo... He's nuts!' They are people who call us and tell us what's wrong with the president. They tell us about secret underground spying that the government is doing (they're listening to you through your toilet pipes, you know...) They are people who call, scream at you about someone's hair or make-up and tell you to have them fix it.

I cannot STAND these people. And they all call at night.

Anyway, as of today I am officially released from my desk duties! We hired one of our interns (a cute one too, yay!) as a night time AE so she will be handling the nut jobs on the phones, so I can go back to dealing with the nut jobs on the street.

YAY!

Hanging Around - Day 2

Well it looks like the little guy decided to stay here at my place for the night! He even remained upside down!

Except he did choose to move from the red birdie down to the purple birdie. (Yeah, it's a pretty gay wind chime, but I don't care. I like colors and I like birdies!)

I am still wondering what he's praying for... It can't have been for the Angels otherwise he would have left and gotten wasted with the rest of the mantises down at Pure. It can't be for my bank, since it's open today. It still might be for the Cards, but he doesn't need to pray for that since they'll kick the Astros' asses regardless.

Maybe it's for me to get out of my funky mood? I'll try that and see if his prayers are answered!

You will also take note that the picture is clearer. I simply raised the picture quality in my camera and stood farther back. Then I enlarged it in Photoshop! Hurrah, I'm not a complete dufus!

Monday, October 10, 2005

Hanging Around

I came outside for a smoke just a bit ago to find this little guy hanging upside down on my wind chime.

What do you think he's praying for? World peace? The capture of Osama bin Laden? The Cards to sweep the Astros? Or maybe just an open bank that will cash one of my counter checks?

Sorry for the crappy picture. My camera doesn't like close ups.

&#@!ing Columbus...

Thank you, Mr. Columbus, for finding something that already existed and was already inhabited.

And thank you for causing my bank to be closed which means I am cash less (since my new ATM card hasn't arrived yet) until tomorrow morning at 9:00.

You know, when I was in school, I really didn't mind Columbus Day. It was a free day off! But now it just pisses me off. Why is it a holiday to begin with? Columbus wasn't the great man that he's rumored to be. Reports are abound that he was nothing more than a slave trader that got lost. (He was looking for India, not North America.) (A second link) He landed in the Bahamas and began to exterminate and enslave the Arawak Indians.

Let's be honest here. If Columbus hadn't landed in North America, someone else would have. In fact, many already had. It's reported that Erik the Red actually settled the first European colony in North America (Greenland to be exact), although he wasn't a much better person than Columbus was. Plus the land was covered with Native Americans.

Now even though I don't have to be, I will be fair and balanced and give you a link to a PDF file defending Columbus.

So was Chris Columbus a good guy or not? Don't know, don't care. All I know is that thanks to him my bank is closed and I have no money. So he and his spices or slaves or whatever the hell he was trading can go jump in a lake. Bastard!

One of them weeks...

Sometimes a song says it all...

Runaway
Linkin Park

Graffiti decorations
Under a sky of dust
A constant wave of tension
On top of broken trust
The lessons that you taught me
I learn were never true
Now I find myself in question
(They point the finger at me again)
Guilty by association
(You point the finger at me again)

I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind

Paper bags and angry voices
Under a sky of dust
Another wave of tension
Has more than filled me up
All my talk of taking action
These words were never true
Now I find myself in question
(They point the finger at me again)
Guilty by association
(You point the finger at me again)

I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind

i'm gonna run away and never say goodbye
(gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away)
i'm gonna run away and never wonder why
(gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away)
i'm gonna run away and open up my mind
(gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away)

I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind

i wanna run away
and open up my mind
i wanna run away
and open up my mind
i wanna run away
and open up my mind
i wanna run away
and open up my mind

Saturday, October 8, 2005

Priorities...

I apologize in advance. I said I'd stay away from political posts, but I can't on this one.

Since 1776, I would wager a guess that no more than 5,000 American's have lost their lives on American soil to terrorist attacks. 3,000 of those happened on September 11th. (I'm not trying to take anything away from 9/11 here. If you don't know how I feel about 9/11 I suggest you read my post from 9/11/05.) After September 11th, the government decided that they needed to protect us from the terrible threat the terrorist posed - even though they only managed to launch two successful attacks on the United States in 10 years.

The government started throwing money at DHS which in turn started throwing money to the states. Million bucks here for chemical suits for Fargo, ND. Million there for an armored personal carried for Cowhide, MT. Billions upon billions to free ungrateful Iraqi's who now use their freedoms to blow up our Marines.

But are our priorities really in the right place?

5,000 or so people killed by terrorists in 229 years.

17,000 people killed due to drunk driving in 2003.

Hundreds of thousands more injured. Millions upon millions of dollars in lost wages, revenue and tax income lost because of irresponsible, lazy assholes who'd rather risk someone's life than pay $20 for a cab.

Not to mention the few thousand killed on the roads by non-drunks.

This morning, from midnight to 9 AM I covered THREE fatal traffic crashes. THREE in one night in a city of 900,000. There have been SIX since 2AM Friday morning. That's unheard of!

There is one common string in all of them.

Most of them being caused by drunk driving - like the first one that almost made me start to cry. An elderly lady is going home, drunk blows the stop sign WAY over the speed limit, kills the old lady on impact. The whole thing made me so upset that when the police told us that the drunk was critical, I actually heard myself say 'I hope he dies too.' That's not like me, and I was surprised I said it. But I guess I just felt so much sadness for this innocent person who was murdered by this man's recklessness it morphed into anger.

(I could never do this job as a reporter because I couldn't keep my biases in check.)

And there are other causes - like my third one. Joe Sixpack riding his motorcycle. Other guy makes left turn in front of him. Joe has no chance to stop. Puts a foot deep dent in the side of the other guys car and is killed on impact. All because either other dude wasn't paying attention, or didn't feel like waiting the 15 seconds to let Joe pass and tried to beat him through the intersection.

I know what you are thinking. What the hell does any of this have to do with terrorism? Simply put I think that a lot of the money we are wasting on anti-terrorism stuff we do not need. Seriously, cities with populations of 50,000 and less are getting hundreds of thousands of dollars in DHS grants, and please no terrorist, except for maybe the differently abled ones, are going to launch an attack in Everytown, KS. If you believe that they would, you're a schmuck.

Yeah, yeah. We've stopped 10 attacks since 9/11. Whoopty-freakin'-do. How many did we stop between the first WTC bombing and 9/11? How many did we stop before that? I wouldn't doubt if it was more, since our adventure in Iraq has increased the number of people looking to kill anyone who even looks American.

I don't care for government spending, but if you are going to spend it, how about grants to local law enforcement to hire and train traffic officers. Get more people on the streets grabbing these dickheads who drive with a BAC of .15 and above. Get some cops at high risk intersections nabbing (or better yet preventing) red light runners. Get more highway patrolmen out there stopping the stupid bitch (man or woman, I use bitch as an asexual term) yapping on their cell phone and doing 92 in a 60.

President Bush, the real threat to our way of life is not the terrorists. It's assholes on the roads who don't give a good god damn about anyone but themselves. If terrorists blew up 17,000 people this year I am certain that you would make glass out of everything within 1,000 miles of Mecca. But 17,000 people are killed by drunk drivers and you, and no one else in charge, seems to care.

The common thread in all these crashes is that there is not enough enforcement and education on our roads. All I learned in drivers ed was that I'm not allowed to pass where there is a double solid yellow line. And I have driven from the Wisconsin border of Illinois to Springfield, almost 200 miles away, without seeing one single police car. That's not right.

We need more drivers’ education and we need more cops enforcing the traffic laws. Send some of that never ending supply of DHS and Iraqi War money this way, won't ya? Because what the fuck is the point in protecting the homeland when the homeland has all been killed on the highway?

Friday, October 7, 2005

Chasing the Mysterious Wild Goose...

Well, it's only taken me about six years to finally write about it, but here is the story of my adventures in Nevada's Valley of Fire State Park.

A few months ago there was an Amber Alert issued for a little girl who was kidnapped up in Central Nevada. Over the scanners there was a report that a car matching the description was found abandoned at the entrance to Valley of Fire.

Valley of Fire is about 45 minutes from Las Vegas, depending on traffic and how fast you drive. Well I was dispatched up there at around 6:15 AM, so traffic was a BITCH! I spent twenty minutes trying to get from the station, near Sahara and Las Vegas Blvd. to the Craig exit on I-15 where traffic finally starts to thin out. That's like 8 miles, for the record.

Once I got out of traffic it was another twenty miles to the Valley of Fire exit, then about ten more miles from the exit to the entrance. I finally arrived at the entrance some time around 7:30. I looked around and couldn't find the grey Kia I'd been sent to find. I grumbled. It was becoming obvious that the car they found wasn't the Kia in question, since that would have made it a crime scene and METRO would have been processing it for hours.

I look at a map of Valley of Fire and find out that there is ANOTHER entrance on the east side of the park. I grab my Nextel to call my producer to find out if he knew whether or not it was the east or west entrance. My Nextel just stared at me with the ever so familiar 'NO SERVICE' message. Piece of crap. I try the 2-way, and get no response. So I'm like, 'fuck it, I'll go check it out.'

I begin to cruise through the park, and I have to be honest with you, I could have driven past the Kia 10 times and wouldn't have noticed it. The rock formations in this park were some of the coolest things I have ever seen. I simply slowly drove through, gasping at the sun enhanced colors that were reflecting off the rocks and cliffs.

I reach the east entrance and find no Kia. I roll up the road towards Overton a few miles and couldn't find anything, and then went back down towards Lake Mead a few miles and couldn't find anything there either. I needed to go back through the park to get back to I-15, so I figured I would do a better job of looking around for the Kia on the way back.

Near Lake Mead my Nextel beeped at me, advising me that I had service. I quickly pulled over and called Daniel, informing him of my results. He told me 'good job' and not to worry about it, since it was apparently not the car they were looking for. I agreed and headed back.

On the way back I did pay more attention to the road, looking for the car, just in case, but I also took it upon myself to stop and take some pictures, since I had no idea when the next time I would be able to come up here would be. I stopped, took pictures, ahem, relieved myself, and continued back to the interstate.

Not only did I not find the Kia, but I did not see a single car since I got through the Indian Reservation that sits between VoF and the interstate. It was pretty early, and was a weekday, but it amazed me that such a beautiful place wouldn't be packed. Everyone must have been boating down on Lake Mead.

Click here to see some more pictures of VoF.

So you know, the abductor was found in Mexico with the little girl. She was safe and sound. I have no idea where and if the Kia was ever found.

And interesting side note, once I got back on the interstate and my phone service resumed again, my Nextel chirped at me. I looked at it and it said 'ALERT: NEWS DESK'. I answer and hear my assignment editor say, "I need you to head to the airport (McCarran). There is a plane coming in with a possible hydraulic failure."

I ask "What's the ETA?"

He says "Ten minutes."

I've never laughed at anyone like that before in my life.

"You're aware that I am at VoF, right?"

"Uh..."

"It's going to take me an hour to get to McCarran."

"Uh..."

"Yeah, I'll see you when I get back."

"10-4."

The plane landed without incident. I love the day crew.

Thursday, October 6, 2005

New Anime Forum

Anime fans, if you're interested...

http://www.douglasavenue.com/mtforums/

I had them up once before, but no one came. And then they were hacked. Now they are up again, only they look more spiffy! Come and join the conversations I am having with myself!

Where's My Money!?!?!

I switched banks, from the 'Well, you're probably going to overdraft, so we'll just charge you $300 in overdraft fees even though you have a positive balance' US Bank to Washington Mutual. (US Bank is once again socking me with $34.00 a pop overdraft fees even though I was not overdrawn. I am now, thanks to said fees though!)

I didn't get the account change submitted for direct deposit in time and now I have no money and have to wait till tomorrow for a paper check.

I'm dying a little on the inside waiting...

Tuesday, October 4, 2005

Score One For The Good Guys!

Sometimes I get to cover stories that just make me grin.

82 Year Old Man Kills Would Be Robber...

Summary - Two punks attempt to rob an old man at a car wash. Old man hands over his wallet and says he has more money at home. Greedy punks get into the car with the old man. Old man pulls gat, shoots one punk. Punk returns fire, but old man survives. Other punk runs like the bitch he is and is caught by police. Punk that was shot, dies in the back of the old man's car. Punk that was arrested gets charged with murder since his actions led to the death of his punk-ass friend.

Am I saying that the death of another human being is making me happy? Damn right. This punk ass mother fucker decided to prey on some poor old man washing his car. As far as I am concerned, he got what was coming to him. And if more people used this kind of force to defend themselves - instead of being the professional victims like the government wants - there would either be a hell of a lot less people taking up robbery as a career, or there would be a hell of a lot more dead robbers.

Either way it's win-win for society.

Official Statement on Anime Girl Obsession...

Yeah, I like anime and I use a lot of cute anime girls on my blog. I even have posters and wall scrolls of anime girls in my home.

However, despite any opinion to the otherwise, I enjoy real girls too, even though real girls don't like me. (Waaa!) But my collection of real girl pictures from both magazines and stalking outnumbers my anime girl collection, there for certifying that I have not completely lost my mind and I can still tell the difference between reality and make-believe.

Even though this post might be considered one of those 'me thinks doth protest to much' things...

Anyway, here's a picture from my personal collection! Enjoy!



That picture might not be suitable for work, but then again you shouldn't be wasting your time here at work. :)

BTW, Go Cards!!!!

Monday, October 3, 2005

You know what's fun?

Watching the competition station's reporter almost get into a fist fight with a police officer.

I was at a standoff on Sunday morning and the METRO police decided that they some how had the authority to kick us off a public street, where many civilians were allowed to mill around.

For those of you who aren't up on your first amendment law, that's illegal. The government (and the police are an arm of the government) cannot single out the press when restricting access to an area, much less an area that is not within their crime scene (we WERE on the outside of the yellow tape with at least a dozen lookey-loos wandering around, watching what we weren’t allowed to shoot).

Eventually, after moving us three times, they explained that it was so we wouldn't 'compromise' the SWAT team’s tactics.

First, I call bullshit on that. Anyone who has seen COPS or any other movie with a SWAT team in it knows their tactics. Sure, they might vary a little bit, but please. Any professional criminal (and amateur ones are not going to tape and study a news cast) knows what SWAT does.

Second, that is what is known as 'prior restraint'. The government cannot stop the press from reporting something, unless national security is involved. And one lone gunman from a shooting (that, uh wasn’t even in the house…) is not a national security threat. If you think he is, then you have been spending too much time listening to Rush Limbaugh and drinking tainted Kool-Aid.

Anyway, the reporter from ABC here got into a vocal argument with this police sergeant because I think he wouldn't tell us WHY we had to move. The first Gestapo who moved us said 'because they said so' was the reason. What a load of crap. The pair was getting loud and I was waiting to see if it would either come to fisticuffs or James being hauled off in handcuffs. Neither happened.

I, myself, was tempted to refuse to comply, since the resulting civil suit would have allowed me to retire, but since I have been told by my station to 'do what I'm told' by the police, I doubted anyone would come and bail me out. And as much respect as I have for someone who stands up for their rights, I knew I'd have spent the next four hours in the back of a police car and then eventually ended up spending the rest of the weekend in a holding cell with the same murders and drunks I had put on TV hours beforehand.

So I moved to the 5 blocks from the house, where we couldn't see anything, (I guess that was METRO's 'free speech zone') and did my live hits. I'm still pissed off, but don't even really know if there's a point to being pissed off.

Before anyone starts going off about how the police need to protect their secrets, let me explain something.

If a policeman were to come to us and say, "Hey, could you guys please not tape the SWAT team setting up, or entering the building?" I guarantee you we all would have said "No problem." I honestly wouldn't have even had a problem if they had told us in the beginning why they didn't want us close, even if it was a load of camel dung. It's the whole 'because we said so, and we're the police, so we can do what we want' mentality of the police that pisses me off.

Don't get me wrong here. METRO is a fine police department with fine officers. They have very good commanders (especially Lt. Jim Dixon) and a top notch Sheriff. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have coming to save me, you know if I needed saving.

And anyone who knows me knows that I am a police fan boy. I wanted to be a cop since I was four. I think cops are the coolest thing since sliced bread.

But too many cops in general have this over inflated sense of self righteousness, and frankly it needs to end. The police have to realize that they can only enforce 'real laws' and not ones they make up to suit their needs. They also need to realize that not doing what a cop tells you is NOT a crime when you are breaking no law to begin with.

That's my rant for the day. It's over 28 hours later and I am STILL pissed off. And I have the attention span of a sea turtle, so I hope that tells you exactly how important this is to me and how fuckin' pissed off I am!!
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Thanks for visiting my arena of crap and terrible writing! My name is Erin Winking, also known as ewink and this is my blog.

I am a 29+2 year old, year old television news photojournalist from Springfield, Illinois who just got done with a two year bit in Las Vegas and has now, for whatever reason come back to Realtown, America - Tulsa, Oklahoma! I am a huge anime fan as well!

Outside of that I enjoy writing, playing computer games (EVE Online 4tw!) and not updating my website! I am also semi-political, whereas I like to bitch about things, but tend to not do anything else. If you are going to put me in a party, you'd have to consider me a libertarian, even though I am not a member of any political party.

I hope you like my blog! Feel free to drop me a line!


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