Monday, December 5, 2011

Schizophrenic terms of the war on drugs – 'friendly fire'

4 Charged with Capital Murder in Houston Shooting: MyFoxHOUSTON.com "I would dedicate a team that will not only track Cartel members in Harris County, but also target Cartel money, drugs, and property for seizures and asset forfeiture in Harris County District and Federal Courts. The vast amounts of land, vehicles, and money currently held by the Cartel is more than enough to fund a large, continuous operation without any added expense to tax payers.” - Louis Guthrie, Director of Special Crimes and Narcotics for the Liberty County Sheriff's Department, candidate for Sheriff of Harris County

Houston – Get out your crying towel. This is a whopper, for crying out loud.

A confidential informant driving a bulk cargo tank truck of the type used to haul hydrate lime, cement and other powdery substances, picked up a “nothing load” of marijuana – 300 pounds of it – near the Mexican border.

Two sets of soldiers tracked him all the way to the northwest Harris County neighborhood of Champions Crossing, a fashionable district of corporate offices, opulent homes - and golf courses.

First platoon was made up of undercover narcotics officers from the Harris County Sheriff's Department.

The second platoon was a hit squad of Los Zetas, that famous mercenary drug cartel led by defectors from the Mexican Army's Special Forces who are vying with other gangsters for dominance over drug smuggling, money laundering, smuggling of illegal aliens, weapons - and other equally lovely and highly lucrative pursuits.

Lawrence Chapa was driving the truck loaded with 300 pounds of marijuana. Court documents state that Chapa was working for counter-narcotics task force officers as a confidential informant. Unnamed sources have told newsmen that Chapa had been working with these officers for several months and had made numerous drug runs under their supervision.

This load was different.

When the driver got to Houston, Los Zetas told him to go to a new delivery point, a dead end on a suburban street named Holister Road north of Bourgeois.

When he got there, four vehicles surrounded the truck and the drivers opened fire. They killed him instantly. The alleged members of Los Zetas have been charged with capital murder for his death.

One of the deputies who was following along in the first platoon opened the trunk of his vehicle to get a rifle. A Houston police officer working undercover – a man who reportedly wasn't clued in on the operation - shot him in the leg just above the knee after telling him to lay down his weapon.

When the undercover deputy tried to explain he was a cop, the Houston officer opened fire, shooting 6 to 8 times – reports don't specify the exact number of rounds expended - and hitting his target only once.

Somehow, all this is the fault of the Obama Administration, which has failed to secure the Mexican border. The incumbent Sheriff is also under fire from conservative circles. His culpability is unexplained in anything other than the most general terms – that at least one member of the Los Zetas hit squad was out on bond on an aggravated assault with a deadly weapon charge. All the men are illegal aliens and have prior criminal records.

Scizophrenia is characterized by a blunting of emotion, extreme social isolation, a lack of precision in the definition of terms, and a general deterioration of intellectual acuity.

War is hell, no?

Question: In what way can the act of discharging a firearm 6 to 8 times in the direction of a fellow human being, brother law enforcement officer, associate in the pursuit of narcotics criminals – whatever – be termed a friendly act?

...This event was not a drug deal gone bad. It was, in fact, a contract hit that was intended to take place on the streets of Houston. The Los Zetas gang is sending a message that they are here and they are serious about moving their drugs into our community. The assassination of a confidential informant in such a public manner shows their intent. This could have easily occurred in an isolated location in South Texas. But it did not. Los Zetas brought this violence directly to Houston. They brought it with a purpose. They brought it to send a message. The brought it to demonstrate a message of terrorism. A shootout near a suburban neighborhood is a deliberate act of terrorism... - Bob Price, blogster and conservative GOP political operative

Next question: How could two squads of law enforcement officers working undercover not know they have company along for the ride from a sister agency?

This story is so lame it wouldn't be able to stand up with the crutches the nameless undercover officer who was wounded by friendly fire will be needing to walk during his convalescence. When he returns to the High Intensity drug task force, he will be as nameless as ever.

By the way, what with the street prices drug dealers charge for marijuana - estimated by NORML at $288 an ounce or $4610 per pound - 300 pounds of the stuff is hardly “nothing.”

It's way more than nothing, to be sure.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Another must see Matthew Medina moment on 6th St.


Police officers from all jurisdictions are starting to make numerous arrests of folks wielding video cameras who record their actions, especially whilst they are effecting arrests. It's a coast-to-coast phenomenon, one in which "free thinkers" are, in turn, often provoking their own arrests to test the validity of statutes and ordinances that preclude interference with an officer conducting an investigation, and similar charges, either by making photos or just standing by to observe.

A recent protest involving video recording of officers conducting an investigation and crowd control operation at the University of California at Davis sparked an incident of pepper spraying dozens of protesters from the OccupyWallSt movement who were decrying, among other things, the near impossibility of repayment of student loans to financial institutions under present economic conditions.

Dr. Hunter S. Thompson on drugs on herpes, disco. etc.

We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. - Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas"


Saturday, December 3, 2011

Musicians' reunion starts at dusk on a song, a prayer


Tokio Store, Texas – Weekends on the prairie start slowly – dark comes early when the cold beer signs light up – and stay warm, even in winter beside a wood-burning stove emitting the slow-burning fragrance of seasoned pecan and cedar.

The floors are worn, they give under your weight and you feel like you're walking on a spring-loaded and rolling dance floor, one with license plates nailed down to cover the holes.

The geometry of a warm smile, a perfectly formed limb poised to drop a quarter into the jukebox, a quarter in the grasp of a long and elegantly tapered thumb and forefinger, a lady with an open and friendly face, who says, “I know your looks; I just don't know your name...”

Her name is Susan, a New Hampshire girl who rides a 2002 Fat Boy Harley FLSTF model with what kind of engine? “It's a big one,” she says, grinning. “I'm just learning.”

And it's on. Susan Zehler just wrote the first lyric of the chorus of a brand new song.

I know your looks; I just don't know your name
You know, darlin', that ain't no shame.

I like you, honey, always glad you came;
I know your looks, just don't know your name...


Al's place gets that way when the sun goes down and it's a musicians' reunion weekend in which Sunday is coming and folks are looking forward to that time of the day – 2:30 on Sunday – when you wonder who will show up and what tunes they will pull out of their hats, whose guitar they will pull, what songs will come ringing out in the afternoon jams.

There is no telling who will show up when that evening sun goes down and the honky tonk heroes start to strut their stuff.

Over the bar, an oil painting of Capt. Woodrow Call, Jake Spoon, and Capt. Augustus McRae hangs next to a photo of Billy Joe Shaver and his son Eddy, the cat on the strat, the strat that used to belong to Duane Allman, the cat who made the strat ring like a bell - after Dickie Betts taught him a few things.

Eddy. Just say Eddy; folks know who you're talking about. That's how you gonna know you done got on back home, back where people have some kind of understanding on themselves. Yes.

A compliment among jazz musicians, delivered after a killer solo, is “You were really going somewhere.” That kind of improvised performance, at its best, is not just a stack of impressive phrases or a show of virtuosity: It makes a shape in time, purposeful from beginning to destination. It discovers and reveals a feeling. - Robert Pinsky, "Slate" poetry editor

A legendary beer joint where everyone looks like a beat-up and weathered star from some old western movie that popped out of Townes Van Zandt's skull, like desperadoes waiting for a train – a ghostly combination that ran this way long ago along the top of a grade that crosses the Aquilla Creek bottoms and right in front of the store at the crossroads where the tall steeple of the church stands guard over the community.

West, Texas. Yes. Not only yes, but HELL, yay-us! Say amen.

Behind the bar, that infectious smile, those long, tanned limbs, that way of flipping blonde hair over gracefully tattooed shoulders and keeping the brewskis flowing.

I know your looks; I just don't know your name...

Al's Tokio Store, located at the corner of Old Railroad Rd. and Tokio Rd., also known as the Judge Jim Lewis Expressway, near the West Livestock Commission Barn - where they serve breakfast any time - just off I-35 at West, Texas.

How's that for a cattle drive? Ride your hog and bring a smile. It's considered de rigeur, and what's more, it's right smack dab on the way to Montana.

Friday, December 2, 2011

Chin up, then. We'll all be turned into KW hours...


Durham, England - A crematorium is installing turbines in its burners that will convert waste heat from the combustion of each corpse into as much as 150 kilowatt-hours of juice — enough to power 1,500 televisions for an hour. The facility plans to sell the electricity to local power companies, according to a press release.

Shall we drink to that? Very well, then, Chin Chin.

Cheerio.

Wikileaks uncovers surveillance on an 'industrial scale'



Wikileaks began releasing purloined documents that expose commercial enterprises' use of remotely installed software that tracks iPhone users' whereabouts, snaps pictures of they and their companions - even analyzes the voices of those whom they speak with over their phones.

Correspondents call it surveillance on an "industrial scale" involving the tracking of entire communities, ethnic groups and demographic subsets from overseas regimes such as Gadaffi's Libyan government.

All those ever-lovin' changes come by 4/4, you see

Lots of lonely people, just like me...


Oh, yeah! How you call...twist and shout