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I live in Phoenix AZ, and have been working at the cable company since 1989, (I'll let you do the math...it depresses me too much!). I have a dog and a drum set at home that I play with/on regularly. Oh...and a computer. Duh... I shoot all Canon gear. Currently the 40D. I mainly focus on Glamour/Beauty/Artistic Nude photography, but I also love Event & Street photography!

Wednesday, July 28, 2004

THE "SHOE BOMBER" SENTENCING

I received an email that was forwarded from a friend of mine today. I have included the text of that email here, but I have also included a link to this information from the CNN.com/Law Center site that has just about the same text as the email. Now, on that point alone I am impressed. So many times when a story gets passed along in email, subtle changes occur in it so as to almost make it a different story altogether. But in this case, the email was pretty true to the real thing. The "real thing" being a portion of the court transcript that CNN posted on line.

Here is the link to CNN.com/LawCenter

So, in the event that you are like me in that you want to see for yourself if something you got in email is real, I present them both, and encourage you to do your own due dilligence on this story.

"Remember the guy who got on a plane with a bomb built into his shoe and tried to light it?

Did you know his trial is over?
Did you know he was sentenced?
Did you see/hear any of the judge's comments on TV/Radio?
Didn't think so.

Everyone should hear what the judge had to say.Ruling by Judge William Young, US District Court.

Prior to sentencing, the Judge asked the defendant if he had anything to say.

His response: After admitting his guilt to the court for the record, Reid also admitted his "allegiance to Osama bin Laden, to Islam, and to thereligion of Allah," defiantly stated "I think I ought not apologize for my actions," and told the court "I am at war with your country."

Judge Young then delivered the statement quoted below, a stinging condemnation of Reid in particular and terrorists in general:

January 30, 2003, United States vs. Reid. Judge Young: Mr. Richard C. Reid, hearken now to the sentence the Court imposes upon you. On counts 1, 5 and 6 the Court sentences you to life in prison in the custody of the United States Attorney General. On counts 2, 3, 4 and 7, the Court sentences you to 20 years in prison on each count, the sentence on each count to run consecutive with the other.

That's 80 years. On count 8 the Court sentences you to the mandatory 30 years consecutive to the 80 years just imposed. The Court imposes upon you each of the eight counts a fine of $250,000 for the aggregate fine of $2 million. The Court accepts the government's recommendation with respect to restitution and orders restitution in the amount of $298.17 to Andre Bousquet and $5,784 to American Airlines. The Court imposes upon you the $800 special assessment.

The Court imposes upon you five years supervised release simply because the law requires it. But the life sentences are real life sentences so I need go no further. This is the sentence that is provided for by our statutes. It is a fair and just sentence. It is a righteous sentence. Let me explain this to you. We are not afraid of you or any of your terrorist coconspirators, Mr. Reid. We are Americans. We have been through the fire before. There is all too much war talk here and I say that to everyone with the utmost respect. Here in this court, where we deal with individuals as individuals and care for individuals as individuals. As human beings, we reach out for justice.

You are not an enemy combatant. You are a terrorist. You are not a soldier in any war. You are a terrorist. To give you that reference, to call you a soldier, gives you far too much stature. Whether it is the officers of government who do it or your attorney who does it, or that happens to be your view, you are a terrorist...And we do not negotiate with terrorists.  We do not treat with terrorists. We do not sign documents with terrorists. We hunt them down one by one and bring them to justice.

So war talk is way out of line in this court. You are a big fellow. But you are not that big. You're no warrior. I know warriors. You are a terrorist. A species of criminal guilty of multiple attempted murders. In a very real sense, State Trooper Santiago had it right when you first were taken off that plane and into custody and you wondered where the press and where the TV crews were and he said you're no big deal.

You're no big deal.

What your counsel, what your able counsel and what the equally able United States attorneys have grappled with and what I have as honestly as I know how tried to grapple with, is why you did something so horrific. What was it that led you here to this courtroom today?

I have listened respectfully to what you have to say. And I ask you to search your heart and ask yourself what sort of unfathomable hate led you to do what you are guilty and admit you are guilty of doing. And I have an answer for you. It may not satisfy you, but as I search this entire record, it comes as close to understanding as I know.

It seems to me you hate the one thing that is most precious. You hate our freedom. Our individual freedom. Our individual freedom to live as we choose, to come and go as we choose, to believe or not believe as we individually choose. Here, in this society, the very winds carry freedom. They carry it everywhere from sea to shining sea. It is because we prize individual freedom so much that you are here in this beautiful courtroom. So that everyone can see, truly see, that justice is administered fairly, individually, and discretely. It is for freedom's sake that your lawyers are striving so vigorously on your behalf and have filed appeals, will go on in their representation of you before other judges.

We are about it because we all know that the way we treat you, Mr. Reid, is the measure of our own liberties. Make no mistake though. It is yet true that we will bare any burden; pay any price, to preserve our freedoms.  Look around this courtroom. Mark it well The world is not going to long remember what you or I say here. Day after tomorrow, it will be forgotten, but this, however, will long endure. Here in this courtroom and courtrooms all across America, the American people will gather to see that justice, individual justice, justice, not war, individual justice is in fact being done. The very President of the United States through his officers will have to come into courtrooms and lay out evidence on which specific matters can be judged and juries of citizens will gather to sit and judge that evidence democratically, to mold and shape and refine our sense of justice.

See that flag, Mr Reid? That's the flag of the United States of America. That flag will fly there long after this is all forgotten. That flag stands for freedom. You know it always will.

Mr. Custody Officer. Stand him down.

So, how much of this Judge's comments did we hear on our TV sets? We need more judges like Judge Young, but that's another subject. Pass this around.  Everyone should and needs to hear what this fine judge had to say. Powerful words that strike home."

 

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I just realized that I never really gave my opinion on this matter. Well, for me it's pretty simple. I agree with the Judges sentences, and his statements. On all counts. I think that this country has been well served in this instance and I am glad for the results thus far. I also agree that in 2 days, no one remembers this case or the judges eloquent points. And the proof of that is this: This trial was concluded 19 months ago, and THIS is the first time I have learned of the results. That is the main reason I am posting this here...so that I will always have a way to remember.


Friday, July 23, 2004

Yet another step in the direction of a Transhumanist World

I am not as well versed in the concepts of Transhumanism as a friend of mine is, but from my limited understanding of the concepts, a beauty pageant for admittedly altered human women is another step in societies acceptance of Human Modifications.
After this, we may well see genetic manipulations as a way to provide our species with the beautiful appearances that we all crave without the costs and dangers associated with going ”Under the Knife”.

Ananova - Miss Plastic Surgery!

Thursday, July 22, 2004

My House is Dark

I just finished watching some TV. After turning it off along with the stereo, the VCR, and the cable box the room is dark. Not the pitch black of midnight, but the darkness that comes to your eyes after the light is taken away from the room. There is an envelope of silence. The room becomes still. Star is lying on the floor next to me. Not sleeping, but resting. She is soft and warm and stays still in the silence which almost makes me think that she appreciates the silence as much as I do. I get up off the couch and walk through the kitchen in the dark.

There is a feeling as the room is bathed in night time. A presence in the room, and yet I know the feeling is only in my mind. It’s the feeling of something missing from the room. From the house. There is supposed to be someone else here with me. Sharing the silence of the kitchen. Sharing the darkness of my house. Our house. It was supposed to be Our House. The place we chose above all the other choices to make our home. The place in which our lives were to have been joined together. The place in which our future was waiting to unfold.

I remember when we first came here. It was scary, but exciting at the same time. It was the first house I have ever been able to call “my own” and I loved being here.

But, as the saying goes, nothing lasts forever, and this is the proof. I am alone in the kitchen in the dark thinking about all of this. Wondering if I could ever put the thoughts down on paper as t’were. Well, here I am. Typing away in my room in the dark. Heh. In the dark again. Isn’t that
where all of this started in the first place?  

Macs: Crash Different

Crash Different
I don't know how long this link will be active, so be sure to watch this as soon as you are able...if you are a Mac User just remember I am just the messenger!

Friday, July 16, 2004

Bananafanafofaser

Ever been shot by a laser beam? No, really. It's a serious question. Because if you ever wanted to know what it feels like, I can tell you. I have been shot hundreds of times by one...and I lived to blog about it! But, just so you don't think I am a total loser, I got my fair amount of shots in as well! And I can tell you that it is much more satisfying to be the shooter than the target!
 
In case you haven't followed the link yet and figured out what I am talking about, let me explain. No. There is too much. Let me "sum up". I am talking about Laser Quest! And there is really nothing like it that I know of! I have played Paintball, (and I LOVE it!) but there are just times when you don't want to end the day with a bunch of bruises all over your body! So, what is a guy to do when that urge to fire a weapon at your co-workers comes over you? Get a gun? Not me... Not since I now have LQ as an outlet for my aggressions!!
 
OK, maybe I am being too melodramatic. But the truth is, this was a whole lot of fun and a great "bonding" experience with the folks I work with. This was the "Team Building" party that Cox Communications paid for. There were about 20 of us from work that went there and played 3 games. Each one is 15 minutes, so I had about 45 minutes of Cardio in the dark tonight!! Heh! I didn't think I would SWEAT that much!! I came out close to the top in each game, ranking 4th, 3rd and 6th out of around 20 each game. Woot!! So I am pretty happy. My score really should have been higher, but the accuracy of those weapons is questionable if you ask me!
 
There were times when, as I was moving thru the upper and lower levels of the Maze I felt like I was in a scene in Star Wars shooting the Storm troopers while running down the corridors of the Death Star! No one ever said I was stable!
 
So, if you have never been there, what are you waiting for! Get some friends together, or even better, some coworkers, and go!! It is such a BLAST! (You KNOW I couldn't resist That One!!)
 


Sunday, July 11, 2004

9 days of Blissful "Not Workingness"

The countdown continues for my mini vacation. Only 3 days to go including today until I get a much needed break from the daily grind of coming to the office to sit in front of a computer and talk on the phone for 10+ hours a day. So, on my vacation I will be able to stay at home and sit in front of a computer and talk on the phone for as many hours a day as I like!

But the difference is, at work, I have specific duties to perform that require much more thought and attention to detail than my home computer activities require. (I mean how much attention to detail does 5 hours of "Battlefield 1942" require!? I can tell you from experience, not a lot...)

And yet, I keep telling myself "All I need is some time off of work and I can get my room cleaned, straighten out the office, work on my business, and cure cancer...if only I didn't have to go back to the office tomorrow!"

Well...here's my chance. After my shift on Tuesday I don't go back until the FOLLOWING friday. Is that cool or what? And it's only costing me 3 days of PTO time to get that done too...there are times when I really like working here!

So, the plans for my off time are these:

Thursday - Doctor's appointment. (Need to get bloodwork done before that day I believe...fun fun fun.)

Saturday: Attend a meeting for my Real Estate Investing Network. (Shameless Plug Warning: This is my page for people who are interested in learning how to do what I am doing.)

After these things, I think I am clear to take a day trip out of town with my mom and head north for a day, maybe to Sedona. I was actually hoping to go up there with a friend of mine, but she isn't available due to her work schedule. And besides, mom's been bugging me to take her on a trip up north for some time now...

So let's see...that leaves the rest of my time off unscheduled. As long as I can keep the Battlefield urge to a minimum, I might just be productive with the rest of my time! I need to hit the gym again and get back to eating more healthful foods than I have been of late. Too many lunches at Wendy's. Gack!

Ever since I read "Fast Food Nation" I have been TRYING to eliminate my patronage of all purveyers of fast/junk food but it's really not that easy!

and speaking of food, I see by the clock on the wall that it's almost lunchtime for me. I may be able to scribble some more electronic nonsense later today. But I doubt it.

Monday, July 05, 2004

Truth is Stranger than Fiction...

There are a lot of places you can find the latest news on the web, but this site is by far one of the best I have found to get some strangem quirky stories that are short and fun to read!
Ananova - www.ananova.com

It's a Sign of the Times

On my quest for unique and strange stories, I have to follow the signs. heh...
Ananova - Warning - prostitutes ahead!

Sunday, July 04, 2004

14 Years Is A Long Time To Mourn

Well, actually I am not really mourning. But I am remembering. And it's not just the events of fourteen years ago, but the events of my life stretching back over 35 years...I say 35 because I don't think I have any legitimate memories from when I was younger than 3. I could be wrong about that, but I think I would need some kind of regression therapy to get to them. And although I think that may prove helpful to some degree in my life, it's hardly necessary at the moment.

I remember being very young and having my first driving lesson. I was told to keep my eyes on the license plate of the car in front of me, and while that may seem like a mistake to you, to me it not only made perfect sense, but it succeeded too! I never wrecked the car. Didn't even come close! I always felt safe and warm, if you can believe it. There was an aroma that surrounded me...it held me, even in times when there was only the smell, or the memory of it...

There are memories of laughter. Voices. Accents. Crazy sentences! All of this worked it's magic on me and made me feel loved, and that I belonged. Much of the time I was the only audience. I felt that all of these things existed just for me. They were mine alone to keep. Not a "secret", but a special gift. In a way I was right. And now, I think I am the only one of us that keeps these memories polished. There are times when I try to share them with my sisters, but they undoubtedly have their own secret memories, and I am sure that mine would not be as important to them, so I keep mine with me and share them when appropriate with my friends. And I smile. Because the love that I felt as a child in my Father's lap, steering the car down the expressway's of Chicago is the same love that I feel when I speak with a funny accent that I first heard him use. Or when I think of how he used to smell...

Morris Goldstein. I Love You!

Saturday, July 03, 2004