Yes, Jim. You’re the only person celebrating this anniversary. If you’ve been holding on to any Bigfoot or Yeti DNA, now’s the time to get it analyzed. Why don’t people tell leaders the truth? Heck, why don’t leaders tell people the truth? “Game of Drones.” Depressing. What English sounds like to people who don’t speak it. This is a hoot — not to mention a good dance video. How Spam, the meat*, has survived spam, the … well, you know. Uh oh. Another city government is after another front-yard veggie grower. Train your brain to monk-like focus. Have to try…
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One more for The Snitch Project — probably the last for a while. After this, two writers and our volunteer Kindle-master (with much help already given and more promised from friends of this blog) will get down to serious work on a booklet. Today, a harder aspect of The Snitch Problem: What do you do if you think (or know) you’ve uncovered a snitch? A lot of earlier commentors opine that we just aren’t very likely to recognize snitches in our midst until it’s too late — and possibly not even then. Granted. A really smooth operator might play us…
21 CommentsI’ll be back to politics, tyranny, freedom, snitchery, and Other Serious Stuff tomorrow. But today a couple members of the local rescue group were here. One is an excellent photographer who took photos of the foster boy I wrote about yesterday (who happens to be stuck with the unfortunate, but all-too-apt, name Marley). She also took the best pix ever of my pack. So here are some Sunday smiles. Here’s foster boy Marley being loved on by a stranger: And the Wolfe Pack: Here’s handsome Robbie-Bob, who’s just turning 11. That’s Her Royal Highness Princess Ava Prettypaws in an unaccustomed…
14 CommentsI have a foster dog right now. A young, sunny, ball-crazy Lab-pit mix. He loves people and looks highly trainable except for being so hyper he can’t pay attention for half a second. He’s the usual story in young rescue Labs; his owner never trained or socialized him and now he’s completely out of control. This would be do-able except for one thing. He’s so insanely dog aggressive that the moment he gets near another canine, he attacks. No butt sniffing. No toothy warnings. Just — wham! We can’t adopt out such an unpredictable dog. I can’t keep him much…
39 CommentsBack on the subject of snitching … A friend of mine with, shall we say, interested and varied experiences in life (e.g. having seen the justice system from both sides), wrote this in response to my earlier posts on this subject: If I could have seen [you know who] right before she got busted, I would say this: 1. Cops lie. They lie and lie and lie. They care about nothing except busting people. If they say they care, they are lying. You are meat to them. Smelly meat. You are cluttering up their life, and they want to get…
30 CommentsThank you from Sweetie I was supposed to wait for a cute new picture before giving this thank you. But since Sweetie doesn’t seem to have developed thumbs yet, no photo is forthcoming. So … THANK YOU. Thanks to your greatheartedness, Sweetie the troubled, deaf, dislocated, heartworm-positive heeler now has more than enough to complete her heartworm treatment. AND more than enough to buy a vibrating training collar! AND enough to keep her in kibble for all the time she’s likely to be in foster care! YOU are an amazing bunch. Barring something truly unforeseen (knock wood), we shouldn’t have…
7 CommentsSigh. Well, this is embarrassing. Old security-conscious me got my Twitter account hacked. More later when I figure out exactly how I stumbled into that. (Started with a perfectly innocuous direct message from someone I follow — which of course wasn’t actually from that person.) But if you follow me on Twitter, know that I’m not tweeting about marvelous new weight-loss products. Do not click on any such links or any links in any direct message purporting to be from me! And if you’re one of the zillion people who just sent me a DM wanting to get it on…
20 CommentsI’d like to say I have no experience with snitches. In a way; I don’t. I’ve never (knock wood) gotten in trouble via a snitch. But over the years, countless numbers of fools have approached me asking my advice on how to do illegal acts. No doubt some of them weren’t fools, but lazy or unskilled informants. I’ll never know. Carl Bussjaeger writes a pretty good account of how that sort of thing works. Through a combination of luck and not-total-stupidity, most of us have evaded the trap. But I’ll bet everybody here knows somebody whose life has been ruined…
24 CommentsNOTE: This post started out to be one thing, then turned into another. So it’s not the most organized piece I’ve ever written. Bear with me. Toward the end, I’m going to ask your thoughts on what might be a worthwhile project. —– I should have remembered this clip from Firefly. Instead, H/T JB for this most elegant method of dealing with a snitch: Of course, few of us have spaceships or fantastic script writers for dealing with betrayers, so we have to wing it and probably not do so well. Let’s talk about that. This post is not about…
54 CommentsYesterday I wrote about activist-turned-drug-war-informant Stacy Litz. Stacy commented on that post to say she knew her acts were heinous (her word), but that I was being unfair to her by making accusations, slanting my account, and using stale information. At the time I blogged, I hadn’t been able to find any statements from Stacy herself. I knew they existed, but I kept getting dead links. This morning I found two examples of Stacy talking about her experiences as an informant (and afterward). So here’s Stacy on Stacy, without any filtering from me: “I Am a Victim of the American…
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