Monthly Archives: May 2010

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At some point in the late 1960’s early 1970’s I had occasion to sit with Alexander Fyodorovich Kerensky in a two hour Q & A in the Student Union at Phoenix College. So who is/was Alexander Kerensky you ask. Well he was (among other things) the second Prime Minister of what became the Union of Soviet Socialists Republics. He knew Lenin, Stalin, Trotsky, and Dzerzhinsky, all of the leaders of what became Soviet Russia. Billed as a guest speaker he held a broad horizoned give-and-take with the gathered students. For a history buff like myself he was a rich meal.

I will not bore you with his life story. Suffice to write that he was a moderate socialist who befriended the Bolsheviks early on, eventually fell into disfavor and fled Russia for his life. Trapped in France in 1940 he again escaped—this time to the US of A, where he spent most of his remaining life.

He told us many stories of the times of the Bolsheviks most of which I later learned were true. One story that has stayed with me over the years and is so poignant for the events of today that I must share it with you.

The Bolsheviks were if anything “true believers.” To be appointed or assigned to any position by them in Soviet Russia one must have held the proper ideology. In all matters, issues, and above all in all questions, ones ideology must be pure. And thus it was that Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, then First Secretary of the Communist Party, USSR, appointed a certain Bolshevik to the post of Minister of Housing in the newly formed land of the Peoples Revolution against the dictatorship of the Bourgeoisie.

This certain man wasn’t from any of the metropolitan areas of Russia like, Moscow, Saint Petersburg, Kiev or Minsk. He was from a far off area somewhere in the area of Samara, a rural backwater Siberia of the desert where Lenin had sharpened his personal manifesto which the world would later call Marxist-Leninism. He was a communist of the old school, a hard shelled Bolshevik of reliable ideology. Never mind the fact that he was raised in the middle of nowhere knowing nothing of life outside of rural, Czarist Russia.

In those days, at that time, to fail ones superior by being unable to carry out assigned duties might well end up with one thrown into jail if the infraction was of a minor nature or shot outright if the failure was major. From personal assistants to secretaries, bureaucrats to janitors, fear of failure was the overriding concern of all government officials. Thus on his first day of work in the Kremlin our hero was watched by one and all in an effort to detect his every need and desire. To see to the immediate and satisfactory resolution of his every task, each of his assigned staff was eager to demonstrate their diligence, efficiency and enthusiasm to their new chief.

Thus it was with a certain air of perplexed concern they observed their new chief at about 10:00AM wander outside onto the huge interior quadrangle of the Kremlin. At first they watched in curiosity at the wanderings of the new chief. Then that emotion matured into concern as their chiefs actions began to become a bit quicker and quirkier, and finally as the chiefs actions bordered on the frantic one of his aids approached him inquiring if he could be of assistance.

With an obvious embarrassment the chief asked his subordinate where the toilets were located. Stunned, the subordinate replied to the effect that there was one in the chief’s own office. Now it was the chief’s turn to be stunned—replying; something to the effect of; “how could this be a toilet within a room inside a house?” And it was at that point that all came to realize that the Minister of Housing for the Union of Soviet Socialists Republics, the man who was responsible of the housing of over 550 million people was unfamiliar with indoor plumbing. It was only the beginning.

And that brings us to Louisiana and the oil spill. As we all now know, deep down under the waters of the Gulf of Mexico (a body of water that Homeland Security Napolitano seemed to have trouble remembering, despite her earlier profession of love for the sea) something broke and a bunch of oil has found its way onto the shores of Louisiana and perhaps soon onto the shores of other states.

And what exactly was President Obama doing while that unfolded? Bad mouthing the new Arizona Illegal Immigration law is what. Day after day, day in and day out; while oil gushed, oozed, and migrated toward beaches, marshlands and fishing grounds he hammered Arizona’s Illegal Immigration law spreading fear, loathing and yes even hatred, for the raciest citizens of that state.

For at that time the press’s attitude seemed to be to ignore the question; “Mr. President what are we to do with all of this oil?”

That is when he wasn’t speculating about LaBron; “I don’t want to meddle,” Obama told TNT, and then promptly did. He suggested that with a core team that includes Joakim Noah and Aderrik Rose, “you could see LeBron fitting in pretty well there.” Cleveland Plain Dealer

In the meantime I must ask; “Mr. President what are we to do with all of this oil?”

Of course that was between rounds of golf—I can only wonder if his golf game is any better than his bowling?

Pardon me but again I must ask; “Mr. President what are we to do with all of this oil?”

In other words he was doing everything except taking charge of the biggest man-caused environmental disaster in the history of the world. But now we know that he is in charge and I for one feel so much better.

The question remains and I must ask; “Mr. President what are we to do with all of this oil?”

So Napolitano doesn’t even seem to know where or what the Gulf of Mexico is and President Obama’s choice for secretary of Energy Steven Chu and knowing that he and Dr. Carl Wieman associate director of Science are ‘Point Men’ on this crisis, solid liberals all I’m sure that it will be soon resolved. The president never seems to tire of telling us that Dr. Wieman is a Nobel prizewinning physicist. Well good for him but just what does that have to do with broken oil pipe a mile or so under water?

I can only wonder; “Mr. President what are we to do with all of this oil?”

Napolitano, Wieman and Chu are tried-and-true leftist-ideologues but it now appears that the three of them wouldn’t know how to pour pee out of a boot if the directions were written on the boots sole. As with First Secretary Lenin’s choice for Minister of Housing President Obama’s ‘three blind mice’ are no better choices for the spreading disaster in the Gulf of Mexico.

Back at the ranch they are wondering; “Mr. President what are we to do with all of this oil?”

What is needed is a dammed good engineer.

Of course he didn’t feel that he really needed to do anything as he only promised to stop the rise of the oceans. He never said anything about cleaning up oil spills, work not fitting for a Messiah; the One we were all waiting for.

The above notwithstanding I must ask; “Mr. President what are we to do with all of this oil?”

Despite that fact that the Clean Water Act of 1990 states in part: “requires the President to ensure effective and immediate removal of an oil discharge and, where there is substantial threat to public health or welfare, requires the President to require all Federal, State and private actions to remove the oil discharge or mitigate it.”

The people of Louisiana want to know; “Mr. President what are we to do with all of this oil?”

Ooops, if he really takes charge then he will be held responsible, he doesn’t want that, yet by not taking charge he is still getting the blame—and will, more and more, the worse that it becomes.

The people of Florida want to know; “Mr. President what are we to do with all of this oil?”

He reminds me of Old Buck’s story in Gunfights and Gunfighters; you know the one about the cowboy who got his foreskin caught in the zipper of his trousers. It hurt like hell to pull the zipper up, hurt like hell to pull it down and hurt like hell to leave it as it was. Let’s just hope that what happened to Old Bucks trail-mate doesn’t happen to President Obama.

And yes you are correct, I can’t close this without asking what most of the people of the US of A want to know; “Mr. President what are we to do with all of this oil?”

Alexander Kerrensky

Have you ever seen a picture of Lee Baca the Los Angeles County Sheriff? That guy has six stars on his collar. I’ve not seen so many stars on a guy’s collar since I last saw the PDF (Panamanian Defense Force – [Norriega’s Personal Police Force].) officer, nick-named “Chongo” (In Panimanian Chongo means; a cruel-humored human that annoys the hell out of you), as well as for his corruptness. Chongo of the six-stars who directed traffic at the Villa De Las Fuentes and the Villla Espana intersection in Panama City, Republic of Panama. That guy couldn’t direct traffic worth a dammed but he really looked good in his dark blue uniform and six stars. I don’t know what happened to him during the invasion as I was trying simply to survive during the battle of El Chorro, having been caught there between the US forces and the Comandancia of the PDF.
Following that battle he was not to be seen again in uniform with or without the six stars.
In the history of US Military rank the five stars of the wartime rank of General of the Armies has only been conferred twice. Fleet Admiral is a five star wartime rank and has only been conferred once. There is no rank in the US military that authorizes six stars. And yet we have good ‘ol Sheriff Baca sporting six of them, wow, what a guy!
But I digress; it was this Sheriff Baca; who seems to share Chief Harris’s proclivity of moderation toward illegal immigration, that on March 1st 2008 caused one Pedro Espinoza, an illegal alien and member of the notorious Los Angeles 18th Street Gang, to be released from the Sheriff’s LA County Jail. Espinoza, who had been jailed for brandishing a firearm and resisting the arrest of a police officer, had served just over half of his sentence when he was released. Despite the fact that Espinoza had no identification, no attempt had been made to check on his right to be in the US legally.
Exactly 28 hours later Espinoza was riding in a car that pulled up alongside of 17-year-old Jamiel Shaw II. According to witness, Espinoza, accompanied by two or three others (presumably 18th Street gang members) got out of the car and asked Shaw if he belonged to a gang and before Shaw could answer, Espinoza shot him dead. Shaw was only a couple of doors away from his home and was speaking to his girlfriend on his cell phone at the moment of his death. His father heard the gunshots from inside the Shaw family home and rushed to the side of his dying son. (The 18th Street gang-bangers were a long way from their barrio at the time of the shooting, so this wasn’t a “turf-war” type of thing. Jamiel had lived in this house and neighborhood most of his life.)
Jamiel’s mother was at that moment serving in the US Army in Iraq.
Shaw a Junior, was well known and well liked by the faculty and students at Los Angeles High School. He had already been recruited by Stanford University as a running back upon his graduation. He had excellent grades, no police record, had never been in trouble and was friends with Caucasian, Latino and black students alike. His best friend was a Latino.
Shaw’s parents; Jamiel and Anita Shaw brought a wrongful death law suit against Sheriff Baca. Yesterday May 26th 2010 Superior Court Judge Charles Palmer found that the law doesn’t support the wrongful death suit.
Never-the-less Jamile Shaw II remains murdered—by an illegal alien who should by all rights have remained in jail or turned over to ICE.
Under the new Arizona Law Jamile Shaw’s murderer would have been.

Sheriff Leroy D. Baca

Jamiel Shaw II

Pedro Espinoza an illegal Immigrant

In the May 15th issue of the Arizona Republic Phoenix Police Officer David Salgado is quoted as saying; “The problem is this is an immigration-law issue, and for me to enforce immigration is going to be difficult because of training,” Salgado said in an interview with The Arizona Republic. “It’s going to take away from me concentrating on more serious crimes.”

According to the Arizona Republic Officer Salgado filed suit last month in U.S. District Court against (Arizona Governor) Brewer and (the City of) Phoenix. In his claim, he says that to enforce the law, he would violate the rights of Hispanics and be forced to expend his own time and resources to familiarize himself with the law’s requirements.

In the May 2th, 2010 online issue of The Politico Officer Salgado’s picture (See below) leads the piece with a caption describing him as an opponent of Arizona’s new Immigration law.

I was born in Phoenix but raised in a small Arizona town in the times when there were segregated schools; Caucasian, blacks and Mexican. I had an awkward life for it was believed by many from each culture that I was half one or the other. I was shunned and yes at times mistreated by each. Most of the mistreatment was subtle, but not all.

Perhaps knowing, perhaps not, the Glendale Police Department sponsored me for two or three summers to the Boy Scout Camp Geronimo in Payson. I have no idea today if my becoming a Phoenix Police Officer had anything to do with the fact that someone within, at that time a tiny police department saw something in me; that perhaps no one else did. I simply don’t know.

But I do know this; either group is just as nasty, just as mean, just as malevolent, as the other in their attitudes. Neither side is without guilt aplenty—and God help you if you belong to neither, as did I.

I patrolled those same mean streets where-of Officer Salgado refers—and you know what, no one ever waved at me or any other police officer that I knew. You know why? Because we, in that day at that time, took our oath to enforce the law—to serve the law, seriously. We in that day, at that time, weren’t sociologists seeking to somehow or another, win the admiration of the community, we enforced the law—evenly, equally, to the best of our abilities, to one and all.

Did we fall short from time to time, did we make mistakes? Of course we did, who doesn’t? Did we have the occasional rogue, you bet we did and we fired many and put some in prison, if that was where they belonged. And over time, the community came to know and acknowledge the rule of law, evenly applied.

I submit that an officer who believes that he has the trust of the community, lives in a fool’s paradise. For while indeed, that may well be true for some, but it doesn’t apply to all, Those whom it doesn’t will with cleverness, guile, and avarice, use the officers naiveté to their advantage, exploiting the rest. (Need I recount recent events?)

There are many troublesome difficulties with so much of what Officer Salgado was quoted, that I have to wonder if the man ever took an oath, and if so does if he remembers it? For by his words it seems to me that either he didn’t, or has forgotten. I genuinely feel sorry for the man for he brings to my mind the following: “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he fell into the hands of robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead.” Luke 10:30. In this case it is all in metaphor, but it seems to me that this officer finds himself in the same situation, only in this case the ‘thieves’ beguiled him with the chimera of ‘Cultural Trust’ and stole his remembrance of, and/or, commitment to, his solemn oath.

How convenient, for this is exactly what I term “reverse-profiling”; exempting a certain group from the enforcement of a law because for whatever reason it doesn’t suit him. However, it isn’t at all hard to understand why, when his Chief in so many words shows the same disdain for the rule of law, favoring a minority at the expense of the majority.

Perhaps both should change careers and become Sociologists, in fact I encourage both to do so.

Officer Salgado - AP Photo

This shooter is a hardened Ex-con. He was armed with an AK-47. He ambushed the officer firing several rounds and hitting the officer in the leg knocking him down. The shooter then walked over to the officer and fired repeatedly into the officer’s groin taking out a sizable segment of a femoral artery.

Fellow officers rushed their mortally wounded colleague to St. Joseph’s Hospital. He remained conscious and was able to talk for some time giving details.

Despite heroic efforts on the part of medical personnel he passed away.

While this officer lie dying, his Chief was in Washington DC lining up for a photo op along with the US Attorney general Eric Holder and ten other Police Chiefs and voicing opposition to the new Arizona Illegal Immigration Law.

After some delay (Waiting for the Police Chief to return from Washington DC?) the local paper reported that the shooter wasn’t an illegal alien.

Officer Travis P. Murphy