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17/10/11

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Today, I went to class and took tests in Criminal Justice and Criminology (sociological perspective of criminal behavior.). I came home and took another d*mn test. I’ve been playing with the new version of Linux Mint ever since I finished my homework. It’s been a fairly boring day. A fairly boring month, if I must admit it. Luckily, Linux Mint and blogilo have been keeping me entertained. And, I’ve managed to sign up for Spring 2012 classes.

In the morning I have Forensics and Criminal Law tomorrow night. I thoroughly enjoy both of those classes and am looking forward to publishing my final papers. The major I’m seeking is grand, but it does have its drawbacks.

I have said in the past that I lead a boring life. Now you know the truth! I hope to have something worth your reading by the end of the week. Have a grand week all…

Muttering

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What have I been up to?  I know the lot of you are just sitting at your RSS readers every morning in anticipation of my scribbling’s.  Okay, maybe not.  I have been up to utterly nothing except studying and writing papers for my criminal law courses.  Sounds like fun, aye?  Actually, I quite enjoy doing research, but there are always deadlines. 

So, I’ve been rushing from one deadline to the next in an endless vacuum of studious discipline.  Everyone thinks I’m a genius, but I’m far from it.  I just work harder than a lot of them and I have experience they don’t.  Education is life long and vital to survival in todays world.  Even Farmers are learning graphic design and business techniques in order to sell their products in a world market.  I’m the oldest fecker in all of my classes, yet I’m the fastest at spitting out math calculations.  My 16 year-old sister takes two to three times as long to calculate a solution than I do.  What does that say about the youth?  And, I’m supposed to be a complete blabbering idiot. 

There are quite a few things, however, that I have a hard time with.  The upside is that I have some gorgeous co-eds that help me and I help them.  They help me study and I review their papers.  I’d like to review more, but we have an understanding.  And, I’m getting to the age that I want to settle down with one woman, not two or three (as entertaining as that sounds).  Smile

On Thursday of this past week, the courses I’m taking hit home.  I have Forensic Science on Tuesday and Thursday mornings.  It’s an absolutely blast.  The lab is filled with all sorts of fun toys for the enquiring mind.  There’s a gas chronometer, a comparison microscope (for comparing brass striations), a fingerprint scanner, a super glue vapour chamber, an electromagnetic footprint analyser, guns, and all sorts of other cool toys.  It’s a fun class, but Thursday’s class was disturbing.

The Professor had some detectives from the homicide division come over to give us a wee seminar on forensics in the crime scene.  What we ended up seeing was videos and photos of rotting corpses, gun shot wounds, and people that had blown their heads off.  It was very disturbing and horrific.  About half the class either left gagging or crying.  I stayed because I’ve got to be Mr Macho, but I kind of wish I hadn’t have.  I’ve seen a lot in my day, but nothing like seeing a guys head blown clean off and bits of him all over the room he was in. 

When I got out of school Thursday afternoon, I found out that my sisters house had been broken into.  So, I had to go help clean up and board up the window the thieves used to get in.  I crime scene tech was at her house, when I arrived.  We talked about crime scenes and I watched him dust for prints.  I made sure he did it right!  Pricks wore gloves though. 

It has been a fairly boring weekend filled with Tests and one car show.  Everyone loves the Beetle!  The old hippies and the kids alike love my ‘66 Beetle.  In fact, I was driving down the road the other day and a guy hung his head out of his truck at a red-light and said, “Long live the 60’s, man…Rock on”.  It was hilarious!

I’ve got to go study for a test in the morning.  Have a grand week all…

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University life is a grand one, but it does have its irritations.  I have a Professor that goes on a tirade at least once a week.  It usually has something to do with how the younger generation does not respect authority nor do they respect themselves.  I agree with most of that, but do I have to hear it every freaking week for half an hour?  Instead of going over the material that he’s paid to go over, he rants on and on about how people wear hats inside buildings and they are not supposed to or how young men wear the waist of their britches down at their knees.  I agree with this as well, but do I have to hear it?!

This past week he hit one of my buttons.  However, he did insult the Y “Millennium” Generation first.  He said that the “X” Generation is the do nothing generation.  He said the X’s didn’t achieve much of anything and didn’t surpass their parents.  It’s kind of hard to surpass my father, when he came from hardly nothing and ended up a mogul!  I rather not say what I’d have to make in order to surpass my father (the gub’mint is watching, you know?), but it’s a damn lot!  It weighs on my shoulders everyday.  I’m the first born.  It’s my responsibility to outdo him.

I reminded some of the students who were snickering in the background that the social media that they cannot live without was invented by generation X.  I reminded the professor that the fancy computer software that he uses was developed gen-x.  We’ve accomplished a lot, but we did it in the background.  Those baby boomers have to have all of the attention. 

When I defended Gen-X, he asked when I was born.  Curled up in a bashful ball, I whispered, “72”.  He finally got back to the material.  Classrooms in todays Universities are so obtuse and rigid.  Some of the Professors allow more discourse between them and the students, but it is getting rare these days.  They tend to want everything written in the style they choose.  By now, I understand that there has to be order, but too much rigidness is a bad thing, at least for me.  I have a rebellious nature that is unending.  This does not set well with Professors that are former Law Officials.  Smile

My father asked me recently when I was going to stop going to school.  He’s surmised that I’ve been going to school since I was five.  I reminded him of the saying that if you’re not learning, you’re dying.  Life is a learning process from the day we are born, ‘til the day we die.  The collegiate life is not an easy one with all of the freaking deadlines and social hiccups, but it is worth it.

All in all, it’s not a bad life.  I go in every weekday morning to discover lass’ glimmering smiles.  I give advice and hold secrets.  This comes in handy when you need a favour.  Everyone thinks I’m a genius because I make good grades, but as I’ve explained to them a dozen times, I just study harder than they do.  Good grades take dedication.

I’ll be back later this week, maybe, to ramble about something.  I leave you with “Young Glass”, by Hey Rosetta!

Poetic Justice

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A friend asked me the other day why I, a person that understands humanity far better than most, would study criminal law.  This person said that the system is as corrupt as the criminals.  I agreed to a certain extent but then asked a simple question.  “Ever heard the saying, keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer?”

The only way to fix the system is from the inside.  I’d be the happiest man alive, if I could spend my time writing prophetically and poetically.  If you could add photography to the context, I’d be as happy as a Banker horse running free amongst the sand dunes of the North Carolina Outer Banks.  Just like those horses that used to roam uninhibited, we too are not entirely free.  Everyone has baggage and everyone has responsibilities that inhibit our desires to roam free.

I have known for quite a while that I must move in this direction.  Too many good people are getting reamed by the system, while the most insidious characters in society manage to slither away unscathed.  The system is broken and must be repaired the right way.  Greed is a large part of why the system is broke.  I want to make sure that the punishment fits the crime.  Part of the reason why so many bad people walk free is because they know the system better than those that enforce it.  My criminalistics professor said today that police cadets only spend 3 hours out of the 12 weeks in school going over forensic science.  The cops know less than the criminals.  That needs to change!

Once I get my bachelors, there’s a minute chance that I’ll go to law school.  I live for the little people.  Who are the first two groups of people to get screwed over when the economy tanks or anytime for that matter?  The disabled and the elderly!  There has always been one constant in my life.  I live to stand up for those that cannot stand up for themselves.  The times that I have stood up for those that either didn’t know how or were too scared to stand up for themselves glisten like lanterns on lifes path.

With more knowledge comes more responsibility,  but more importantly, more ability.  I have been “Disabled” my entire life and at times have felt disenfranchised by the system.  I want to make sure that disabled people have the chance to a full education and a job they deserve with that education.  I had a potential employer tell me recently that the company he was hiring for could not afford to be liable for me.  He said I was too much of a risk, being blind in one eye and having little depth perception.  I had another guy tell me that I should just get a cashiering job like most disabled people.  I told him to go fuck himself and left.  I don’t “Look” disabled but I’m certainly not going to deny that I have disabilities. 

Whether I stay in the criminal realm or move over to civil law is unknown at this stage.  One thing is for certain, I’m too rebellious and different to ever be corrupted.  And, I’m much too honest to ever be a politician.  I live by one motto, Facta Non Verba.  if we all lived by God’s laws, we’d have no need for our own. 

I’m going to attempt to do two or three post a week to help clear my mind of all of the law jargon that I have soak up during the week.  Have a grand weekend all…

You Owe Me

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Over the past few months, crime rates have increased all over the civilised world.  I have noticed an increase in people bumming as well.  Most of these people could live a normal life but chose to bum off of those stupid enough to give them a hand out.  My heart goes out to those that have lost their jobs and are subjugated to begging to feed their families.  In the past two weeks alone, I have been approached six times by bums giving me idiotic stories of why I should give them some money.  Some of their stories are so dubious that I end up getting a good laugh out of it.

Today, however, I was approached by a man with the usual story about having a broken down car at a petrol station that he couldn’t seem to find with his aimless pointing.  I started walking away while he was still rambling, and he said, “You Owe Me”.

“I don’t owe you anything”, I stated whilst continuing to approach my vehicle.

He turned to approach another patron of the petrol station, and whispered, “White Motherf*cker”.

Years ago this would have bothered me, but I really don’t care now.  After handing out more money than I could afford to hand out, I learned how to read people fairly well.  If you are wearing newer shoes than me, I’m not giving you a dime.  If you can’t look me in the eye, I’m certainly not going to trust you. 

My mother and father were not given anything.  They started at the bottom and worked their way up.  And, I certainly have not been the benefactor of some “White” conspiracy.  If anything, I’ve been ostracised by society because of my name and because I am disabled.  Yet, I still continue.  You can’t beg your way through life.  The best feeling in life is to work towards a goal and achieve it.  Even if you don’t achieve it, at least you’ll know in your heart that you tried.  

The era of entitlements for people that choose not to work nor illuminate themselves must end.  There are a number of underlying reasons for the youths rioting and looting in London.  While I have never majored in Sociology, I’ve been a student of it for years.  If one grows up on the dole and hears utterances in the house that the government owes them, then it is only natural that they are going to think the same way.  The same omen can be felt throughout the states as well. 

There are people, like the elderly and the disabled that need assistance.  But, the lines have been blurred.  Anyone with a grievance or memories of their father or mother yelling at them can automatically get a check every month.  If humans were awarded for the tragedies they’d suffered in their lives, I’d be a millionaire.  This type of entitlement – political correctness – nonsense has to stop.  We can no longer afford it, and it doesn’t really help anyone, especially the younglings. 

Because my family is from the Southern United States, we’ve been bending over backwards and apologising for years about what our ancestors might or might not have done.  I know about the majority of my ancestors.  Most of them were outstanding citizens that fought for freedom.  One of them was a bank robber that was shot five times in the back and lived to tell about it, but I will not discuss him.  Since learning about the strife my ancestors had to endure, I apologise no more. 

Political correctness is on a down turn.  Anyone with a brain is sick to death of it.  Why should I be apologetic about something that I had no control over?  I am not a xenophobe nor a racist.  I am a man from a diverse European and Native American background.  When I fill out a form and it ask to check off a race, I check off Caucasian.  I’m much too light skinned and freckled to check off the Native American box.  My pockets do not instantly fill with gold coins because I’m white. 

We are what we make of ourselves.  You can blame your family or your government for the situation you may be in, but does that really help you in any way?  We are who we are.  Once we are adults, it is our responsibility to make the most of our lives.  I’ve been beat back by society a myriad of times, yet I keep moving forward.  Be all that you can be!

Let me state that I have always stood up for the little people.  The people that are ostracised by society because of a disability, race, or background.  I have no issue with race, just the entitlement madness.  I am starting a new Degree next week at the local University.  It involves the LAW.  I’m tired of the little man getting screwed.  Who are the first to get screwed when the economy goes down the tubes?  The elderly and the disabled!  I’ll discuss this in greater detail in the next post.  Thanks for reading.