When the law fails

I seem to keep bringing up Francis Porretto, but the statement of his regarding the Law being a substitute for violence seems to keep being more and more appropriate, especially the part where if the law fails, we reserve the right to violence.  And I can't think of a better example than in Baltimore, where the criminal thug who killed a police officer by running her over with a stolen car was on house arrest for STEALING A CAR, and had failed multiple check-ins.

So, to wit - criminal thug steals a car, gets caught, is put on house arrest, fails to do anything mandated by the courts which should have resulted in the thugs incarceration, but instead he goes out and steals another car, gets caught again, and runs over a cop during his flight, killing the officer.

So what do we have now?  We have two stolen cars, most likely destroyed or parted out, and one dead cop, with one criminal thug now finally in jail.  The law has failed.  It is time that civilized men reclaimed their right to violent retribution.

On that note:  If this fucking thug had stolen my car, and I found out he was on house arrest, he wouldn't have stolen any more cars for a while because I would have tracked him down and beaten him with a baseball bat until he was begging for death.  And then I would have left him to suffer with two broken legs, two broken arms, two busted knees, and various other broken bones that would have kept him in traction for months.  Kinda hard to steal a car when you can't even bend your legs to get in the door, innit?

Kill him?  No, I wouldn't kill him.  Killing him is too easy, too quick.  He wouldn't suffer from a bullet in the head.  And his little thug friends might not even know or understand why it happened, since they tend to shoot each other at the drop of a hat.  But finding your little car-thieving thug pal lying in a pool of his own shit and blood, crying, unable to move because every single bone required for locomotion is broken and splintered?

That'll leave a mental mark.

If this doesn't make you tap your toes, I don't want to know you

I actually heard this band when I was in New Orleans last month.  Did a little digging.  Found out who they were.

Love the dog just chilling, like "Yeah, I like jazz.  What of it?"

Looks like the apple didn't fall far from the tree

And the situation with the Broward County Sheriff's Office just keeps getting worse.

Did “coward” cop Scot Peterson protect @brett_israel — son of Broward Sheriff @ScottJIsrael — for his alleged role in a “lewd and lascivious” assault on a 14 y/o?https://t.co/jElol8Etmx

— Marc Caputo (@MarcACaputo) May 25, 2018

The case involved two 17-year-old students bullying a 14-year-old freshman, with one holding down the younger boy by his ankles while the other kicked the victim, grabbed his genitals and then took the victim's own baseball bat and began shoving it against his buttocks, simulating rape, through the boy's clothes.  

One of those assailants, the boy who allegedly held down the victim, was Israel's son, Brett. Defense attorney Alex Arreaza, who represents shooting victim Anthony Borges, who was shot five times in the Valentine's Day massacre but survived, said the case could have led to felony charges.
"He could be charged with a lewd and lascivious, and I'm being conservative," Arreaza said.   

Peterson claims in the report that it was a "simple battery" under the board's discipline matrix, and he decided to give both of the boy's attackers a three-day suspension. 

I want you to put yourself in the shoes of a fourteen year old freshman.  You have been held down, restrained, had someone try to shove a baseball bat up your anus, and you've been publicly humiliated.  When you go to the authorities, your attackers are gone for three days, and then they're right back in school with you.  Threatening you.  Telling you what they'll be doing to you later.  And there's nothing you can do about it.

Do you really have to wonder why kids shoot up schools these days?  

Francis Porretto likes to remind people that the law is a substitute for violence, and if the law fails to punish the wrong-doers who have caused people harm, people can and will go back to violence.  I cannot think of any place where young men are assaulted, humiliated and tortured like they are in school.  Not all of them, of course.  In every feral society, there are those on top who do the torturing and assaulting.  But those on the bottom, who have no recourse, will eventually find a way to lash out at those who assault them on a daily basis.

Personally, I think we will see more school shootings, because our schools keep getting worse and worse, and we keep shoving our young men into institutions that criminalize them, drug them to the gills, and allow them to be tortured by bullies and thugs.  And there's no real way out for those young men.  

So, Rivrdog picked it.

The promotion board came out a little bit ago, and I got picked up.  But that's no longer a sure sign that you get promoted; the Army has moved away from instant promotions for NCOs, and that's a good thing.  It's now Select, Train, Educate and Promote.  STEP.  Which means that you get selected, but then you have to go to school and graduate from whatever level of NCO education before you actually pin on your new rank.  And trust me, there's a lot of people who get selected who won't make it.  There's always been people who you look at and wonder just how the hell they got promoted.  This helps weed them out.

So I just spent a couple of weeks at an un-named Army base going through my level of NCO education.  The higher up you go, the less important it is that you can run through a forest with a rucksack, and more important that you understand the operational processes and information preparation of the battlefield.  So this class was created, and implemented this fiscal year for the first time.

Take my word for it, it's no joke.  This class was like getting raped by an entire library of doctrine and regulation until you could repeat it verbatim.  We started with twenty-nine students.  We finished with twenty-four.  And these guys weren't some slack-jawed privates, they were serious troops with plenty of experience.  They had all the scare badges.  About one-third of my classroom worked for SF, or a Ranger battalion, or they taught at one of the various schools.  Multiple deployments.  And five of them got dropped.

This school is going to re-shape the senior NCO levels in a few years.  And I think a lot of dead weight is going to be trimmed.

So anyways, I graduated.  Which means that I will eventually get promoted, once a few things shake out.  It won't happen immediately, but it's guaranteed to happen now.  It was a great day.

Today is either one of my best days or one of my worst days

Win or Fail, what will it be?



Find out tomorrow!  Or maybe Friday.

This is another one from the Mrs.

I don't know what in the world she's trying to express with this.....



I mean, she's only rocked a 10 gauge shotgun, then turned around and asked if they had anything bigger....

Remember when I said some music the Mrs. and I don't listen to together?

This one is mine.  A great piece, played by a great pianist.  The Mrs. can't stand it. 



This is my happy music.