There was a time in my former career when I had the opportunity to interact with many people and many had to be advised of their rights before continuing our conversation. During one interview I was questioning a suspect about his drug trafficking. I had spent considerable time gaining his confidence and in response to a very difficult question he responded by saying, "Hey, how do I know that you are telling me the truth.....for all I know you could be Joe Shit the Rag Man".

We communicate via images in our mind and I developed an image of Joe Shit the Rag Man. I came to believe I was JOE. I prided myself in the image creation and this creation became my set of eyes as I examined the world around me. This "Joe" became who most of us are. Just a regular ol' guy (or gal) trying to cope, accept life and attempting somehow, along the way, to make a difference or a better life for ourselves, our families and others.

That is how Joe Shit the Rag Man came to have the breath of life.


Saturday, May 16, 2009

UPDATE

I guess if you stay in law enforcement long enough you come to the realization that it really
is in your blood. Before I retired I told my wife many times that my career, law enforcement, was my mistress. In keeping with that notion I have added a feed that you can find about
half way down the left column. That will keep you updated about current events in the law enforcement community. It is constantly updated by officer.com and if you want to check
out their site just
CLICK HERE!

One of my buddies that I was in Vietnam with evidently read this blog and saw my note above about growing my own tobacco. He could also remember the cigarettes that we received. Here is what he emailed me:

"Fast Freddie-

I remember. I believe they were called SP packs and had 10 cartons of cigarettes,
candy, shoelaces, toothpaste, pen and paper, soap,etc in them. We got them in the
mountains. None of us smoked menthol so we traded the KOOL and Salems for rice,
nukmam (??), fish, etc.; whatever the ARVNs had to trade with us. It made the
C-Rats
taste better with that stuff in it. I remember leaving cans of C-Rats
open so that the real rats would eat them and leave us alone. I always
slept with something on my face so the rats wouldn't bite me. Folks would not
believe
how big those rats were.

Later. Oh, I have not smoked in 30 years. We used to take the powder out of our
M-16 rounds and put the nose of the bullet back on and shoot the rats in the bunker.

God bless<><> Rory

Well, within the past hour I was out in my
greenhouse transplanting some of my little baby tobacco plants.
I was so meticulous that I was giving them water as I
transplanted
them one spoon at a time.


All the while I kept drifting off to a news article I read two
nights ago. That article indicated that there may be another
two
dollars per pack of tax coming. I swear it has no end.
For all you non-smokers, you need to be concerned as well.
No one will be
escaping this madness that is swirling around
us all. I feel
sometimes as though I am in a beaker and
this mad scientist
government is conducting one giant social
experiment with us all.

The same night I read about the likelihood of additional
cigarette taxes I also read that millions of our tax dollars
are
being used studying alcohol use by Chinese prostitutes
and training the prostitutes to drink responsibly on the job.
Read
the complete article by going to the following link:


http://www.cnsnews.com/public/content/article.aspx?RsrcID=47976


Every time I decide to post something and initiate a little
research some new decision by our leaders propels me in a
different
direction. I started researching the SCHIP
program the other day
and particularly was interested in how I
am now, through that
program, providing health care for some
illegal aliens. Where
does it all end? My research was
ended as I got caught up in the
Pelosi v CIA mess. If our
direction does not change soon, we are
all doomed for an
existence that we never imagined for Americans.

I can recall someone telling me years ago, "To know and to not
do is to not know". Well, isn't that where we are? Our
president
speaks and says that we can not continue living
with debt and yet
he is taking us all down a road of debt
and despair that we will
endure for years. It's the old
Elmer Gantry thing ...you know,
"Do as I say,not as I do"!



Washington politics exhausts me. As I've said on numerous
occasions, they are so far removed from middle America that
they
can no longer represent middle America. I sometimes
am not sure
if I can afford a pound of hamburger and they
have no idea of the
cost of that hamburger. Or my electric
bill. Or student loan.
Or the exorbitant taxes. Or the lumber
for a repair job. Or a
six pack of Bud Lite. Or the car
repair. Or the dentist bill.
Or a new pair of shoes. I could
go on and on but alas, there is
no point in it, is there?


The government (if it were responsible) should see to it that
people are able to keep more of their earnings so that people
could
manage their own affairs. The government needs to rein in its
spending habits. Quit spending money that is not there!! I
have
needed to get a load of gravel for my driveway for
several years
but have not done so. Why? Simple. I have to
prioritize based
on the money I have available to me.


If I have to do that, then I think it is reasonable that others
do
the same. Individuals as well as government entities.

Government
should lift up its people by providing opportunity,
not giving a
hand-out. My congressman sends out a little
newsletter that must
make him feel really good about his efforts
in Washington. He
brags about how much money he was able to
secure for our district
and I damn near vomit each time I read
those newsletters. I don't
think he is wise enough to realize
he is really stripping the
spirit from the soul of his
constituents. I think some really
want to keep people down
so they can feel good when patting
themselves on the back
and declaring what a great job they have done.

Our founding fathers warned us that we would have to protect
that
which they created for us all. I urge everyone to stay
involved
and to communicate with your representatives, even
if they are not
representing you. People, en masse, is the
only hope to preserve
that which was begun more than two
hundred years ago.





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