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I haven’t mentioned it here yet, but the other day one of the cats tried to kill me, and almost succeeded. Evil little bastard. As I told a friend:
Dance of Stupidity & Pain
My afternoon was filled with a whole lotta screaming and cursing. Well, OK, “filled” isn’t quite right, since it was mostly compressed into one 10-minute period. Which started with me putting down a can for the dog, then turning to try and avoid stepping/falling on the cat coming to investigate. Damned cat. I now have three rather nasty punctures deep into the back of the web of my right hand, along with a ugly bruised big left toe, and a swollen left knee. Oh, and lots of pain associated with all of those, plus the spike in my headache following the adrenaline dump of trying not to kill either myself or the cat.
Well, the headache went on to become a nice little migraine, and the knee is still extremely annoying. Nothing to see a doc about – this is the knee I’ve had surgery on twice, and I know exactly what is going on. I probably broke the last bone in the toe, but the only thing they do with those is to take it easy and tell you to let it heal – I’ve done it too many times to count. Anyway, the low-grade pain has interrupted my sleep the last couple of days, the headache persists, and I’m more than a little grumpy. This may have influenced my appreciation of the movie last night, but I don’t think so – it was dreadful enough in its own right.
But I just came across something to make me chuckle. In one of the gun discussion forums I check out, the topic of “why do you carry” came up. I’ve written about this before, of course, and have my own reasons. Here’s this, though:
Remember the average response time to a 911 call is over 4 minutes.
The average response time of a 357 magnum is 1400 FPS.
Heh. The guy’s numbers are even about right. Well, for the .357. Response times for 911 calls vary widely, but all are measured in multiples of minutes.
Jim Downey
Via dKos, this story:
Report: ‘Dirty bomb’ parts found in slain man’s home
BELFAST, Maine — James G. Cummings, who police say was shot to death by his wife two months ago, allegedly had a cache of radioactive materials in his home suitable for building a “dirty bomb.”
According to an FBI field intelligence report from the Washington Regional Threat and Analysis Center posted online by WikiLeaks, an organization that posts leaked documents, an investigation into the case revealed that radioactive materials were removed from Cummings’ home after his shooting death on Dec. 9.
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It says that four 1-gallon containers of 35 percent hydrogen peroxide, uranium, thorium, lithium metal, thermite, aluminum powder, beryllium, boron, black iron oxide and magnesium ribbon were found in the home.
Also found was literature on how to build “dirty bombs” and information about cesium-137, strontium-90 and cobalt-60, radioactive materials. The FBI report also stated there was evidence linking James Cummings to white supremacist groups. This would seem to confirm observations by local tradesmen who worked at the Cummings home that he was an ardent admirer of Adolf Hitler and had a collection of Nazi memorabilia around the house, including a prominently displayed flag with swastika. Cummings claimed to have pieces of Hitler’s personal silverware and place settings, painter Mike Robbins said a few days after the shooting.
OK, skepticism is in order. We’ve seen a “terrorist threat” hyped too many times in the last 8 years for me to trust any initial reports of some guy who may have just had a bunch of random chemicals in his house. But the whole story seems to hold together reasonably well if you read it. Be interesting to see what comes out over the long run. Certainly, it seems more credible to me that it is being handled in what I would consider an intelligent and professional manner, rather than the Attorney General holding a press conference to claim that some huge plot has been foiled.
Jim Downey
(Cross posted to UTI.)
Sometimes, you just have to shoot Old Yeller.
OK, so what happened is this: the other day we got a phone call. Not just any phone call. It was from my wife’s landlord. This was not a good thing.
See, my wife moved out of her office this past summer, after deciding to call it quits with her business partner. We moved all her stuff out, but she’s been waiting for someone to sublease the place since. Earlier this month that actually happened, and the new tenant was due to move in next week. Then we got the call.
No, not what you expect: the deal didn’t fall through. Rather, there was, shall we say, a complication. A complication in the form of one large framing table, about 50″x54″. Built like a bloody damned toll bridge: massively over-engineered. And painted the same battleship grey.
This large table used to be mine. It was in my gallery for the whole time we were in operation. When I closed the gallery, my wife and her partner thought that they could use it for flat files (it had solid plywood shelves just for such purpose). When she and her partner split up, the partner said to leave the table and she’d use it. And now it was left there in the office, and the landlord called us to tell us we had to move it this weekend. Seems that the ex-partner was unavailable or something.
Now, I never wanted this table. But, like taking in a puppy, I was trying to do a good deed and give it temporary shelter. Here’s the story: Some 13 years ago, as I was starting up my art gallery I had been in talking with the manager of another business downtown which was going out of business. He sort of whined about how great the table was, and how bad it was that he couldn’t find a home for it, and how it was a shame that it was just going to get trashed. I think they had gotten it similarly some years previously. My business partner at the time thought that it would make a nifty addition to our shop, so I said that we’d take it off their hands. Me and a couple of other guys hauled the damned thing over to my business and got it set up. This was not an easy task – it is, as noted, completely over-engineered. Solid 4×4 legs, boxed in sides of half-inch plywood, runners for the drawers made of 1x4s, top of three-quarters inch plywood, et cetera. You could easily, and safely, shelter an entire family under the thing in the event of a natural disaster or nuclear war.
Anyway, when it came time to close my gallery five years ago, I had the pleasure of dragging this monster out of the basement and over to my wife’s office. Again, I got several friends to help in the hellish task. There was much cursing and barking of knuckles. I thought I was free of it.
And now, at the end of January some five years later, with very short notice, I had to deal with the thing once again.
“Fine,” I told my wife. “But I’m going to kill the sunovabitch this time. It’s coming apart – I am done moving that bastard in one piece. If it comes apart in useful pieces, we’ll hang onto the lumber, otherwise it’ll go into the dumpster there behind your office. But I am not moving it again.”
I loaded the necessary implements of destruction into the car this morning. Couple of crowbars. 20 pound sledge. Circular saw. My good construction drill, powerful enough to twist the tops right off of screws, if necessary.
We called the landlord, told him we were coming.
Got there, he met us. Opened up the office. We looked around, saw the critter. I took a look at it, couldn’t tell how it was held together with just a casual glance.
“Be right back.” I went out to the car.
When I returned. I had my hand sledge. I think the landlord was confused and surprised. He looked at it, then looked at me, and said “Now, *that’s* a manly hammer!”
I said nothing, just took the first swing. Popped under the corner of the top, testing to see what would happen.
It gave. I went to the next corner, swung again. Heard the squeak of nails pulling free. Hmm. The landlord stood there, a bit horrified at my brutality and casual violence towards the table. He didn’t understand.
Six more swings and the top was free. I examined. It’d been glued and nailed. Lots of nails. But the glue was no longer holding very well. In about five minutes, I had the thing knocked apart completely. Ten minutes after that, we had it loaded into the back of my station wagon. I let my wife talk with the landlord.
So now the parts of the dead table are in my shed. One of these days, when I get around to turning the shed into a workshop, I might resurrect it in a more useful size.
And if so, I think I’ll paint it yellow.
Jim Downey
Another brief post – been busy all day – but had to share this delightful YouTube post:
It’s a series of short advertisements that Jim Henson did which are surprisingly violent but also pretty damned funny.
Yes, I have a twisted sense of humor.
Jim Downey
Yesterday’s mild illness now past.
The annual remembrance is now here. 39 years since my father was killed.
Forgive the quiet.
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Jim Downey
Another for the “Taser Abuse” files:
NEW YORK (AP) _ A naked, distraught man fell to his death after a police officer shocked him with a Taser stun gun as he stood on a building ledge, authorities said.
The man, Iman Morales, 35, was pronounced dead at a hospital after his nearly 10-foot fall Wednesday. Police said he suffered serious head trauma when he hit the sidewalk.
The death of the man, who witnesses and neighbors said had become distraught and had threatened to kill himself earlier in the day, brought renewed focus to the use of Tasers by the police.
Gee, I can’t imagine why.
Then there’s this:
Man Passes Gas, Charged with Battery on Officer
SOUTH CHARLESTON, W.Va. (WSAZ) — As if getting a DUI wasn’t enough, a man arrested for driving under the influence got in a lot more trouble at the police station.
Police stopped Jose Cruz on Route 60 in South Charleston Monday night for driving with his headlights off.
Then, he failed sobriety tests and was arrested.
When police were trying to get fingerprints, police say Cruz moved closer to the officer and passed gas on him. The investigating officer remarked in the criminal complaint that the odor was very strong.
Cruz is now charged with battery on a police officer, as well as DUI and obstruction.
Mr. Cruz should just be happy they didn’t Tase him, I suppose. Of course, that could have led to ignition of his gas. And then they’d have to charge him with terrorism, I suppose.
Jim Downey
(Cross posted to UTI. HT to ML for the first story.)
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So, according to FOX News, our friends at the Department of Homeland Security will soon have a new trick up their sleeve: MALINTENT.
Homeland Security Detects Terrorist Threats by Reading Your Mind
Baggage searches are SOOOOOO early-21st century. Homeland Security is now testing the next generation of security screening — a body scanner that can read your mind.Most preventive screening looks for explosives or metals that pose a threat. But a new system called MALINTENT turns the old school approach on its head. This Orwellian-sounding machine detects the person — not the device — set to wreak havoc and terror.
MALINTENT, the brainchild of the cutting-edge Human Factors division in Homeland Security’s directorate for Science and Technology, searches your body for non-verbal cues that predict whether you mean harm to your fellow passengers.
I’m . . . sceptical. Let me put it like this: if this thing actually, dependably, reliably works the way they tout it in the article (go read the whole thing, even if it is from FOX), then the TSA would be perfectly fine with allowing me to carry a gun onto a plane. After all, I have a legitimate CCW permit, have been vetted by a background check and accuracy test, have had the permit for three years, and have never demonstrated the slightest inclination to use my weapon inappropriately. If I could pass their MALINTENT scanners as well, they should be completely willing to let me (and anyone else who had a similar background and permit) carry a weapon on board.
Just how likely do you think that is?
Right. Because this sort of technology does not, will not, demonstrate reliability to the degree they claim. There will be far too many “false positives”, as there always are with any kind of lie detector. That’s why multiple questions are asked when a lie detector is used, and even then many jurisdictions do not allow the results of a lie detector to be admitted into courts of law.
Furthermore, the risk of a “false negative” would be far too high. Someone who was trained/drugged/unaware/elated with being a terrorist and slipped by the scanners would still be a threat. As Bruce Schneier just posted about Two Classes of Airport Contraband:
This is why articles about how screeners don’t catch every — or even a majority — of guns and bombs that go through the checkpoints don’t bother me. The screeners don’t have to be perfect; they just have to be good enough. No terrorist is going to base his plot on getting a gun through airport security if there’s decent chance of getting caught, because the consequences of getting caught are too great.
Contrast that with a terrorist plot that requires a 12-ounce bottle of liquid. There’s no evidence that the London liquid bombers actually had a workable plot, but assume for the moment they did. If some copycat terrorists try to bring their liquid bomb through airport security and the screeners catch them — like they caught me with my bottle of pasta sauce — the terrorists can simply try again. They can try again and again. They can keep trying until they succeed. Because there are no consequences to trying and failing, the screeners have to be 100 percent effective. Even if they slip up one in a hundred times, the plot can succeed.
OK, so then why do it? Why introduce these scanners at all? Why intrude on the privacy of people wanting to get on an airplane?
Control. As I noted earlier this year, about the news that the US military was deploying hand-held ‘lie detectors’ for use in Iraq:
The device is being tested by the military. They just don’t know it. And once it is in use, some version of the technology will be adapted for more generalized police use. Just consider how it will be promoted to the law enforcement community: as a way of screening suspects. Then, as a way of finding suspects. Then, as a way of checking anyone who wants access to some critical facility. Then, as a way of checking anyone who wants access to an airplane, train, or bus.
Just how long do you think it will be before you have to pass a test by one of these types of devices in your day-to-day life? I give it maybe ten years. But I worry that I am an optimist.
An optimist, indeed. Because here’s another bit from the FOXNews article:
And because FAST is a mobile screening laboratory, it could be set up at entrances to stadiums, malls and in airports, making it ever more difficult for terrorists to live and work among us.
This is about scanning the public, making people *afraid*. Afraid not just of being a terrorist, but of being thought to be a terrorist by others, of being an outsider. Of being a critic of the government in power. The first step is to get you afraid of terrorists, because then they could use that fear, and build on it, to slowly, methodically, destroy your privacy. Sure, the DHS claims that they will not keep the information gathered from such scanners. And you’re a fool if you think you can trust that.
Jim Downey
Via BoingBoing. Cross posted to UTI.
