Hanging out in the icy waters of the Yellowstone. Many thanks for the "Killing Custer" book. Promise to have a look at it after the Breaks. From what I've learned, James Welch died to early. Great meeting Rabbi Ed Stafman. This is one Legislator, from Montana, who gets it. Great "The Many Faces of Freedom" speech. It hit hard. Grizzles haven't caught up to me yet which is a good thing according to Josh and Heather.
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Will be looking for a Grizzly's Bear in the next week. Pumped. I'll make an attempt to post, but who knows, with where I'm headed there aren't a lot of bars on the phone.
Landed on an operating table. Have been relegated to one finger typing. Thanks to the surgical team in Albert Lea I'll be back soon.
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People who hit up my blog know where I stand on the issue of protestors. The point is, can't we agree to disagree and respect the other viewpoint? In Dublin, Ireland we did.
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After so much
hollering and the gun shot ringing in his ears silence reined. The entire
evening was too much. Guns had once been fun, but now they were scary. He knew
one thing for sure: Once a trigger is pulled, there is no going back. Not like
on a computer game. Real life didn’t come with a reset button.
He fixed his gaze
on the mountains.
As the squad
slowed for a red light, both of its occupants were lost in their own thoughts
and not talking. McShuster’s mom waited until noon before her first barley pop.
She liked to point out her house was clean as if it meant she could drink all
she wanted. Then she’d remind him there was always tomato soup in the cupboard
before she disappeared out the door. She always said food would mess up a good
drunk and then laugh. A boyfriend who ended up in the house was usually
introduced to him if he wasn’t sleeping, so before long McShuster made sure he
appeared sound asleep. He didn’t want to risk it. He had gotten elbowed in the
face once when things heated up and it scared him. If his mother was an angel,
she was a drunken one for sure. His mom liked to say heaven was nothin’ but a
bar serving free drinks all the time.
“I’m sorry.” Tears
flowed but McShuster couldn’t wipe them away so he had to tolerate them. “It’s
a good deal that you love Megan. She a nice girl in that there school. You
treated me good … even if you’re a cop.”
McShuster pressed
the side of his face against the window and just wanted to fly away like a prairie
falcon. Fast and sure. He had watched them plenty on the Front Range. He’d soar
above the mess he was in.
McShuster
carefully exhaled and leaned forward. “Sometimes folks have enough bad days they
turn into bad lives. I hate being alone, even around people. I need’da friend,
you know, who can laugh at my messed-up jokes, not at me. I want to look at my
mom and see somebody else. Officer Tracy, you hearing me? I want to go places where
dyin’ don’t offer no relief. The worst of it is I always feel like I just can’t
figure it out. How to make the good things happen. My money, in the bank, is my
escape.” He shrugged his shoulders. “That’s why I gotta work. I’ll do what I
have’ta do for you, officer. I tried though. Please. Can ya know that? I really
did—try.”
“Okay … I don’t
know now. Are you suicidal? Is that what you mean now?”
“First time you
didn’t use your ten-four cop lingo.” He smiled despite the pain or because of
it. “You could’ve liked me in another time. Who knows? I’m glad Megan didn’t go
and get hurt none. She could’ve. You wanna know sumtin? Seed got me to
understanding algebra. Seed going to teach. You know that?” The light changed but
Officer Tracy forgot to go on the green. She was frozen in place behind the
wheel. Then the phone rang.
“Yes, this is
Officer Tracy … Hang on, I’m going to put you on speaker phone. Yes, go ahead.”
She started for the station once the light turned green again.
“Tracy, listen up.
That Godamn kid we nabbed ain’t our shooter.”
“Ahh … okay. I
don’t—” Officer Tracy froze.
“Tracy. Our
shooter is in the E.R. Noah whatever. They got into it and the gun went off.
That’s when we nabbed the kid you’re with. He stopped everything from going
down.”
“He didn’t shoot?—”
“We got the
surveillance tape. Um, your boy jumped the bad guy. He grabbed the gun and it
went off and they both went down. Your kid made it back to his feet till we
planted him.” There was a long pause. “He grabbed Noah Williams. They got into
it over the TEC-9. That firepower in a crowded gym is not good. You hearing
me?”
More discussions between the individual thought to be the suspect when the story takes a swift turn with the phone call. This story was up for an award but lost out because one of the judges didn't feel that police officers make mistakes during the course of an unfolding investigation. Look, they do, I was a cop for years and can attest to that fact.
the killings continue in the good old United States. Will provide another installment of People Shooter soon enough.
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A lawyer shoots and kills his ex-daughter-in law and her attorney. Click Please If you get to thinking that our lawmakers can stop the carnage . . . Think Again. Read my People Shooter Installments on this site. Just scroll and go as they say. Why is my writing on this subject Germane? I studied at the FBI Behavior Unit. I bring 29 years of experience in law enforcement and I have won tons of awards for writing. Hate to blow my own horn but I was the most decorated cop in Austin. That being said, read away and leave a comment so I don't have to brag myself up again!
At least 7 shot, all under age 17, in mass shooting near Indianapolis mall
Here we go again. Guess it's high time we start reading People Shooter. I'll post the next installment shortly. Does this headline kinda resonate with you folks who have read all 8 Installments so far? Young person with a gun in a Mall. Were the victims armed? Probably not. Cops didn't make an arrest yet, but you have to figure it's coming. Questions . . . How is this mindset enabled? Where did the gun come from? Did the Second Amendment contribute to this shooting? Why does the U.S. produce more of these shootings than any other place on the planet?
This was sent to me. It's intended to be funny, but doesn't it resonate the truth? No matter what political affiliation we all have, we can still laugh together . . . right? In the U.S. we are all Americans first. Then we have political parties. No need to disrespect each other. Correct?
I am receiving many comments and, as such, have begin answering them in the order they arrive. They are posted at curt-rude.com It felt like these are very heartfelt questions. I am committed to the Truth as some of you can already attest to. The novels and short stories I have written address issues such as bullying, PTSD, and police abusing the oath of office. My most recent effort, 'People Shooter' is posted as installments on this site if you're interested.
What else needs to be said? . . . Oh I know, have a Happy Easter and remember the less fortunate.
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Gosh, I get my life threatened on some sites but yet this comment was deemed naughty. I am committed to the Truth and will continue to see it for what it is. Sorry Mike.
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“You know, they
always let on they know my ma drinks too much or sleeps around. That gets old.
I don’t like thinking about it all the time. In school I think about it because
they give me the business.” McShuster was relieved to be away from the school.
“I mean, I can’t even walk down the hall without a girl rolling her eyes or hoofing
it around me. Ain’t official bullying, I suppose, but it still ain’t right in
my book.” His voice cracked. “How I stop my ma from doing stuff?”
“I’m still
recording. I read you your rights and you are free to remain silent. Is your
mother the reason for tonight?”
“Well, I don’t for
sure know why I did it tonight. I mean, I get it. School hurts everyone
sometimes. Guess just maybe sometimes even if you’re hurting you got to do
something. That’s why I did it. I mean, I wasn’t sure so I went to Mister Jerry
Timm’s. He the one where the gun was. They in a safe but everyone knows the
com.”
“Okay, for the
record now. You were teased and it hurt so you went to a Timm’s house. You knew
the combination to the safe. Is that right?”
“Yes. I think you
know most of it, right? Can I get a phone call now?”
“Are you calling a lawyer? I can stop this
tape any time you want.”
“I need to call
work because Dosh is a good boss. He owns Shorty’s by the old train depot. I
gotta call so someone can cover tonight. I don’t think I’m going in tonight. My
side’s killing me.”
“I am sorry but
the last thing you need to worry about is going to work.”
“Look I am trying
to do it right. I get hammered by a bunch of cops and feel like they broke my
back. I get tossed in a squad car and so why do I have to also get fired now?
Answer me that, Officer Dickless Tracey?” He immediately wished he hadn’t said
it; the anger had overtaken him; but he knew he should have never said it.
“Look, I’ve been
plenty good to you. My Megan—my daughter—was at that damn
basketball game tonight. If she had gotten hurt, I’d made damn sure your back
was broken. You wouldn’t be walking, let alone flipping burgers!” She too immediately
regretted saying it.
After so much
hollering and the gun shot ringing in his ears silence reined. The entire
evening was too much. Guns had once been fun, but now they were scary. He knew
one thing for sure: Once a trigger is pulled, there is no going back. Not like
on a computer game. Real life didn’t come with a reset button.
He fixed his gaze on the mountains.
May days in law enforcement resulted in this dialog. Subtle clues to shootings are being dropped here and there. The lady in #7 who is getting huffy really happens. Venting I guess you'd call it. Sheila, many thanks for the feedback. All 8 of the postings are available. Just scroll back to the first one and read away. Mike, I attended the FBI Academy, just after you, way back in the 90's!
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