Monday, May 29, 2006

Time To Remember Our Fallen Heroes

When I think of Memorial Day I immediately think of my war, The Viet Nam War. I was very lucky to somehow be assigned as a medical corpsman in Germany when I was drafted.

I lost friends in this war who were keeping an American promise to protect the people of South Viet Nam from the Communist bastards. I’ve been ashamed ever since that the traitors in our own Congress reneged on our pledge. Millions of innocent people were soon murdered in the killing fields.

Our message to the world was clear, you can’t trust America.

Actor Paul Gleason Has Passed Away At 67

Paul Gleason has died of mesothelioma, a rare form of lung cancer that’s been linked to asbestos exposure. Gleason died at Providence Saint Joseph Medical Center in Burbank, California where his illness was diagnosed only a month ago.

My favorite role Gleason played was that tight-assed LAPD boss in Die Hard, Deputy Police Chief Dwayne T. Robinson. He was in over 130 films and TV shows during his brilliant career.

I met Gleason a few years ago at a Golden Boot Awards, BBQ dinner I attended in Studio City. He was a fun guy to meet. I could not remember his real name so I called him Deputy Chief Robinson. He laughed and took it in stride. I told him that I thought he played a very convincing police boss.

Turn in your knives!

Just when you thought it could not get any sillier, this came along. The government figured out a way to end knife violence and illegal possession of cutting instruments. They’ve even given you a way to rid yourself of them without fear of imprisonment!

What’s the next step you ask? Police will begin random street stops and warrant-less searches for all weapons. I’m sure that kind of law enforcement will make many people fell warm and fuzzy, all over.

A hat tip goes to Nicki at The Liberty Zone.

You have to read this insanity to believe it!

Sunday, May 28, 2006

A Blogger’s Proposal To Supporters Of The Wrongfully Accused, Authors Or Publishers.

After spending many years in the criminal justice system, being a licensed PI and writer, I have a suggestion to anyone who wants to help someone they feel is wrongfully accused or convicted.

I will fully investigate or reinvestigate any murder case and publish the findings in book form.

I will do the investigation with or without the cooperation of the legal defense team starting from scratch. I will examine the police reports, court files and all exhibits. When needed, I will consult with appropriate forensic experts. Unlike a pure defense investigation I’ll publish all the findings. That means the chips will fall where they may.
I’m willing to travel anywhere in the world to conduct the investigation.

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Saturday, May 27, 2006

Accuser Complains About Privacy Invasion By A Private Investigator.

I’ve been down this road many times before. Someone calls the cops alleging a serious crime and somehow thinks an arrest will be made and the accused will simply be sent to prison.

If the allegation is true and provable that may well be the case if the accused will accept a guilty plea offer made by a prosecutor. Should the allegation be bogus the accuser can well expect to see their very own unauthorized biography written and published in a high profile manner.

Cops almost never see assaults or rapes. They arrive, investigate and should minimal probable cause exist they will make an arrest and let the courts sort out the truth. Too often the accusers has something in common with that “kidnap victim” turned runaway bride, Jennifer Wilbanks, or that, “hate crime victim”, Twanna Brawley or perhaps that pathetic soul, Susan Smith who murdered her own two sons called police and falsely claimed a Black carjacker had kidnapped them.

Unfortunately too many Twanna Brawleys were put on this earth destroying lives whenever they can. Many more of these twisted people succeed in framing the innocent and go undetected by authorities.

An alleged gang rape victim made her claims and a jury convicted the young men she accused. She sued the defense attorney and two private investigators because they did their jobs. The lawsuit was rightfully tossed out.

A fair system of justice demands that so called victims and witnesses be investigated to uncover motives for their testimony. The moral of this story is that it’s not a good idea to throw stones if you live in a glass house. Read the L.A. Times story.

Friday, May 26, 2006

Washington DC Under Siege!

We all know that there are loads of cowards in Washing DC. Our politicians have insulated themselves from the unwashed masses with metal detectors, dogs and lots of cops. They need that kind of protection as they use their positions to line their pockets and home freezers with lots of cold hard cash. What Congress really needs is better protection against search warrants from their own government.

What better way to turn a three day weekend into a four day weekend than by instigating a full invasion alert over a less than credible report of gunshots being fired. More credible was the information indicating the sounds came from normal construction noise.

The morning cable news programs ran the non-stop, meaningless rambling of speculative news bunnies covering this non-story instead of real news. Of course we're dealing with today's visual image driven news programming and this story was visual! These exciting morning visuals included a dysfunctionalal, panic stricken Congressional staffer being hauled off to the funny farm in an ambulance.

I wonder how much disability cash that federal worker can collect for being put through such horror? The sight of every, available federal law enforcement officer running aimlessly around complete with jackboots, bucket helmets and machineguns was really difficult for anyone to watch.

Scott Peterson Juror Turned Pen Pal Has Serious Sanity Issues

They call our criminal justice system, the best in the world. That may be true, but it’s far from perfect.

I’ve taken exception to the Scott Peterson double murder verdict for the most fundamental reasons. There was no proof of an actual crime!

Imagine being on trial for your life and some dysfunctional nutjob is selected to sit on the jury and decide your fate. That’s exactly what happened in the Scott Peterson case.

The People Magazine hitting the streets today has the story of Peterson juror, 36 year-old Richelle Nice who has apparently become a “pen pal” of the man she condemned to death. Nice and Peterson have exchanged some two-dozen letters during the year following Peterson’s trip to death row.

People Magazine is reporting that in December, Nice suffered a mental breakdown and was hospitalized in a psychiatric ward. Nice began this bizarre correspondence with Peterson at the suggestion of her therapist.

Potential jurors are always required to disclose arrests or convictions but nobody asks them about their mental health history which could ultimately be much more important. Since Nice was in therapy during the trial it’s obvious that this should raise the specter of her lack of competency when given the task of determining reasonable doubt for a man on trial for his life.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

The Official Crimefile Review Of The American Idol Finale

We’ve established that I’m a middle aged, frustrated performer. Late in life I began acting and taking voice lessons. My voice lessons stalled because of a profound but temporary six-month hearing loss. Thankfully my hearing is returning to its normal crappy state. I guess it’s from spending too much time on the firing range. Soon I plan to be back on track with my talented voice coach, Sue Ann Pinner. Sue Ann has me morphing into a genuine lounge lizard. Perhaps I will be forced to put up a video on this blog in the near future. Soon I think you're going hear something big come from Pinner and Huebl.

Where was the inspiration for this stuff when I was a kid growing up in the Windy City? Who knows what could have been. Unfortunately I can’t turn the clock back and get another life to try again. I don’t really regret my career choices I just want to do everything!

So far, I’ve never watched a single episode of American Idol until tonight. I’d been bombarded with clips containing impressive offerings of the two finalists, Katharine McPhee and Taylor Hicks. I tuned in for this two hour, sans commercials, magic carpet ride.

The greatest songs of this show were hits well before the times of our young Idol contestants. I really enjoyed that showstopper medley, capped by the reunion of the great songwriter/singer team of Burt Bacharach and Dionne Warwick. Watching these talented kids with former Idol contestants was a real treat.

Where are the songwriters of today? I guess songwriting is a dying art in this day and age. I have not heard a new song I’ve wanted to spend money on in too many years.

One thing for sure these kids have gotten a giant, kick-starts for their careers. They will be entertaining us for years. For the well-paid producers, writers, judges and host of American Idol congratulations you’ve won my admiration and viewer ship.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Extorting Money From Music Legend Phil Spector For Sport…

Legendary rock music producer Phil Spector is rich and especially vulnerable. Spector is waiting for his day in court so he can prove he did not murder his evening date, Lana Clarkson. She died from a single gunshot wound to her face.

If you want to extort money from Spector these days you’ll just have to stand in an ever growing line.

Spector got crosswise with his first lawyer, Robert Shapiro and dumped him. Shapiro took a $1 million dollar retainer he didn’t fully earn and decided to simply keep the cash. Spector sued Shapiro for return of the unearned money. Shapiro couldn’t wait and miss a chance to take Spector’s deposition. As a result a large portion of which has since been made public. Along the way it opened confidential attorney/client defense information to the prosecutor to use against Spector. Was that fair? I don’t think so. Was it a sleazy, reprehensible act by Shapiro? I think Shapiro’s tactics speak volumes for themselves.

Next came Spector’s personal assistant, Michelle Blaine. Blaine somehow got $700,000.00 from Spector. Spector claims she embezzled money when she knew she’d be called as a witness against Spector at his murder trial. If you’re going to steal money from your boss it’s best to do so when you think you have him by his nuts.

Blaine sued Spector demanding $5.25 million for claims of sexual harassment. Needless to say Blaine can be counted on to trash Spector’s reputation when she’s called as a prosecution witness. Blaine smells every bit as bad as Shapiro.

The judge has ruled that ancient claims of Spector’s misbehavior from 1975 and 1972 can be used to poison the jury against him at his trial. Spector should be thankful he’s not 900 years old. There is apparently no time limit barring the introduction of past gossip and hatred by old paramours or jealous bystanders. If he were old enough, Spector’s jury would certainly hear that he's somehow responsible for the beheading of Marie Antoinette and perhaps helping King Henry VIII kill some of his wives.

Normally a conviction occurring from a jury being tainted by this kind of garbage would take a decade to grind through the appeal system. Does Spector have enough time on this earth to outlive his appeals?

Should Spector be convicted you can count on seeing the dead woman’s family looting Spector’s estate like pirates.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Hitler Did New York?

How many Americans know that Adolph Hitler got quite a reception when he visited New York? You have to see this video to believe it!

Friday, May 19, 2006

Cell Phone Gun Hysteria…

Here we go again. This rare little .22 caliber gun disguised as a cell phone is in every pocket. It’s going to kill us all! No, you can’t buy it in a gun store or have it mailed to you from some Internet source. The media and some police agencies are creating more panic.

It’s cumbersome to shoot, noisy and ineffective. A far better weapon would be a decent folding pocketknife.

You can count on getting the intrigue prone mental midgets that search Americans entering airplanes and public buildings to tell us how hard they’re working to protect us from this awful gizmo. Sooner or later we’ll all see this gun used in some goofy Hollywood movie.

This gun has been around in Europe for at least a decade and has yet to be used in a crime. Trust me, criminals would rather have a real weapon.

Venice California Ralphs Cleans Up!

Progress! The Ralphs located at 910 Lincoln Blvd in Venice California has taken the first step to remedy my earlier reports about their filthy shopping carts. Though this Ralphs store is still a long way from being one of their cleaner stores as today I watched 100 or so clean, refurbished shopping carts being delivered.

It remains to be seen just what steps will be taken to keep them sanitary. But this is a vast improvement, at least for now. As I said I will report on any other improvements or relapses.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Clarabell Has Died…

A performer who delighted every American baby boomer, Lew Anderson by playing Clarabell the clown has passed away.

The Howdy Doody Show with Buffalo Bob Smith along with some other great characters charmed children through the new medium of television. For people my age, Clarabell was the first clown we ever saw and loved.

Clarabell used his bottle of seltzer to hose down his fellow actors for our amusement. His speech was only through pantomime and via a small bicycle horn on his waist. Clarabell communicated volumes of information that was understood by all.

Clarabell only spoke once and that was with a tear in his eye saying, “Goodbye kids” when the show was finally yanked off TV in 1960 after 1000 episodes.

Anderson was already an established jazz performer, and bandleader when he took on the role of Clarabell.

Anderson has died at age 84 from prostrate cancer complications in a Hawthorne, NY hospice.

Bob Keeshan, who went on to become Captain Kangaroo and Bobby Nicholson also played Clarabell in earlier episodes.

Buffalo Bob Smith passed away in 1998. Anderson is survived by his son, Chris, his wife, Peggy of South Salem, N.Y.; another son, Lewis Jr.; a stepdaughter, Lorie George; and five grandchildren.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Jimmy Hoffa Is Still Missing

Yes, I met Jimmy Hoffa back in 1967. He had just been unloaded with other federal prisoners in the Dirkson Federal Building in Chicago from a dark brown, US Marshal’s prisoner wagon. Hoffa was wearing those unique, antique handcuffs the US Marshals used back then. Hoffa was soon handed a cup of black coffee and a baloney sandwich after they took the cuffs off. Despite his troubles Hoffa was polite and jovial.

Hoffa soon went away to Club Fed. In 1971, President Nixon commuted his prison term.

Four years after Hoffa was released from the can, he vanished from a suburban Detroit restaurant in July of 1975. Conspiracy theories as to who was behind the disappearance were just starting to fade away but for another “lead” that have taken the FBI to a Milford Township property just Northwest of Detroit.

Unlike Elvis sightings, that have plagued Las Vegas, nobody has claimed to meet Hoffa.

Here’s the latest: http://abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory?id=1984310