Saturday, September 16, 2017

Circumstantial Evidence

There is an appeal pending right now for Scott Peterson in the murder of his pregnant wife, Laci Peterson. He is convicted and sits on death row. Many people are concerned about the innocence of Scott. It is an active conversation on social media and court forums everywhere.

There are websites to visit where you can glean info to decide for yourself.

The problem is that some who are posting to these sights are introducing information garnered from areas other than the trial transcripts. There is a lot of,' I heard this ...', or  'I read that ...' 
It seems that as more people familiarize themselves with the case, more believe in Scott Peterson's innocence.

Here is a brief that the police used for their theory of how it happened - 

 - - - Scott murdered Laci sometime before he left his home on December 23rd at 9:30 am to go golfing. He placed her 160 lb body into the back of his pickup truck, (parked in his driveway, as there is no garage for stealth) covered it with three patio umbrellas, and drove to his small warehouse, some miles away. Here he decided it was too cold for golf, and instead decided to fish for the first time in his newly acquired used boat.
     He had a bay with a roll-up door where he had the 14 foot open boat on its trailer. There was no room for the truck inside so he parked it out front and went into the office. Scott spent 30 minutes on his computer sending emails and looking up how to assemble a mortise tool he had received via mail order. This was about 10:30 am and all this with a dead body in back of the truck out front.
     He then stored the umbrellas in the warehouse, reversed his truck and attached the boat. Somehow he transferred Laci's pregnant body from the truck into the boat, all in bright sunlight, hoisting it up over the rim of the boat and into the trailer. Then he attached 4 or 5, 15 lb cement weights to her limbs and head, covered her body with a tarp, and drove another 90 miles towing the boat on the highway to the Berkley Marina.
     Once there, about noon, he bought a launch ticket and backed the truck up with difficulty enough that people noticed he was not used to handling his vehicle with a trailer or launching a boat from a ramp, but did it, tied the boat with Laci's body to the dock in bright sunshine, parked his truck and trailer and then went fishing in San Francisco bay, at 12:54 in shallow waters all within view of hundreds of houses, and somehow weighed down the body with the weights he made somewhere and dropped her now 235 lb dead weight overboard into the bay. 

Then went home and reported her missing. - - - 



Yep, that's what the Modesto Police say happened. All in sunshine. All on Christmas Eve morning. 

Laci's body was not found for three months, then without head, feet or hands and some internal organs were removed. (exactly like another woman found in S.F. Bay the year before, Evelyn Hernandez, but the police had no suspicions of any cult ritual killing)  No homemade weights were ever found except 1 in the boat. 
A cadaver dog never had a hit in the boat or the warehouse. 

These are only a very few of the police facts of the case. And as more real facts come to light, the trial becomes more confused than ever, and the verdict seems a long way from reality.



Interest? Check it out for yourself - - -



This was a high profile case at the time and there are hundreds of difficulties with the multitude of police, their testimony under oath, the odd witnesses, and the sensational media reporting. Indeed, even the jurists! You might find it interesting to review the trial yourself, perhaps a little brain food instead of the TV?
The transcripts are available which will allow one to avoid the social media emotion. 
Beware of TV programs that may have been written to a conclusion one way or another.












Monday, September 04, 2017

Nissan Nismo, pole lap Le Mans

A ride-in of the complete Le Mans circuit that won the pole position for Mark Blundell in 1990. Insane speed that he said was anticipating a massive accident all the way around. 
Imagine starting your turn at 200 mph long before the corner even appears! The Mulsanne Straight is positively scary. This takes ice-water in your veins, intense bravery and phenomenal skill in an incredibly fast race car.







Monday, April 03, 2017

Singer Harry's Christmas Album

 
INTERIOR - RECORDING STUDIO - DAY

Singer Harry is about to begin recording his first Christmas album. There are some decorations evident. In the Control Room are the Musical Director KEVIN, his Personal Assistant GIRL, and the ENGINEER. They are watching through the glass as Singer HARRY dons a head-set in his sound booth. We hear the pre-recorded orchestral intro music. The song is Mistletoe and Holly.  

FADE IN:

MUSICAL DIRECTOR KEVIN
          Cue for Harry's Christmas Album.

The music swells, Singer Harry appears ready.

SINGER HARRY (singing)
          Oh by gosh by golly, it's time for Mister Toe and holly, tasty ...

M.D. KEVIN
          Cut! (laughing) 
          Go again, a little slip there, Harry. No problem.

SINGER HARRY   (looks oddly at them)
          Sure, Kevin.

The Engineer starts the music again.

SINGER HARRY
          Oh by gosh by golly, it's time for Mister Toe and ...

M.D. KEVIN
          Cut!  Harry?

SINGER HARRY
          What?   What's going on?

M.D. KEVIN   (trying to laugh)
          You did it again.

SINGER HARRY (puzzled, looks through glass at the others) 
          Did what again?

The Engineer glances at Kevin. P.A. Girl just shrugs, chews her gum.

M.D. KEVIN
          Harry, you're saying Mister TOE. 

SINGER HARRY  (after a pause, still staring) 
          Yeah, so?

M.D. KEVIN
          Okay, Ha ha. I get it. He's funny. Isn't he funny?

Musical Director Kevin looks to the others for confirmation that they also think Singer Harry is joking. They seem doubtful. Singer Harry is peering at them all.

P.A. GIRL  (nodding at Engineer)  
          He's funny.

ENGINEER
          Yeah, funny.

M.D. KEVIN
          Harry, you're saying Mister Toe instead of Mistletoe.

SINGER HARRY
          I am saying - Oh by gosh by jolly, it's time for Mister Toe and holly. 

M.D. KEVIN
          Now you said by gosh by JOLLY! It is mistletoe not MISTER TOE,  and golly not jolly.

SINGER HARRY
          I've always sung it Mister Toe. That's the words.

M.D.KEVEN (exasperated)  
          No, they're not Harry, it is mistletoe, what you do at Christmas. Under the mistletoe, get it?

SINGER HARRY
          We never had mistletoe since Mom and Neighbour Bill that time.

M.D. KEVIN  (sigh)
          Just do the words, Harry.

SINGER HARRY
          Kevin, my uncle sang that song to me when I was four, and every year since. I know the song. 

P.A. GIRL  (whisper to Kevin)
          I think he thinks those ARE the words.

M.D. KEVIN (tapping his mic)
          Harry, your uncle was kidding you.

ENGINEER
          How could he sing it all this time without knowing? It's the name of the song.

SINGER HARRY  (a bit defensive)
          Have you got the lyrics there?

M.D. KEVIN
          Seriously Harry? YOU said you didn't need the freakin' lyrics.

P.A. GIRL
          I didn't bring the song sheet. He said he knew it all his life.

ENGINEER  (now covering his mic)
          Do we have to prove it to him?

M.D. KEVIN
          Harry, just sing mistletoe instead of Mister Toe. Okay?

The Engineer starts the music intro again. Singer Harry ignores it, taking off his headset.

SINGER HARRY
          But I've always sang it like that.

M.D. KEVIN
          How could you? Didn't you ever wonder what Mister Toe meant?

Singer Harry thinks a bit, but just stares through the glass at Musical Director Kevin.

P.A. GIRL  (whispering aloud)
          Maybe he thinks a big toe comes down the chimney?

That is too much for Engineer and he tries to hide his laughter.

SINGER HARRY
          Well what d'you think it means?

M.D. KEVIN
          Harry, there is no Mister-freakin'-Toe in the song! Can we just do this?

The intro music just keeps repeating.

P.A. GIRL
          I can go and find the lyric sheet.

ENGINEER
          I could use the overtime.

SINGER HARRY
          You think it says mistletoe huh?

M.D. KEVIN
          I KNOW it says mistletoe. And it is golly not jolly. oh my gosh my GOLLY, not jolly. I mean BY gosh BY golly. Egad, you're making me crazy.

SINGER HARRY
          Hey, jolly is good too.

P.A. GIRL  (solemnly shaking her head)
          No one's jolly here.

M.D. KEVIN
          Harry, we're not rewriting a new song. This one is an OLD song. Sinatra was a co-writer of it. Can you just do it with mistletoe and forget whoever the hell Mister Toe is?

SINGER HARRY
          Hey, I'm easy, you got it.

The Engineer re-cues the intro and it starts. They all stare through the glass with trepidation at Singer Harry as he re-positions his head phones but needs to readjust and Engineer starts the intro yet once again. Singer Harry ends up holding just one earpiece to his ear.

SINGER HARRY  (singing again)
          Oh my gosh by golly, it's time for ... mistletoe and holly, poolside tables, Betty's Grables, peasants under the snow .....

The Engineer looks at Musical Director Kevin, throws up his arms in frustration but leaves it go.  P.A. Girl is wide-eyed with disbelief.

SINGER HARRY
          Oh my gosh you tinkles,  Grammaw's got new wrinkles, Mother's drinking, Father's stinking, and no one knows where to go .....

The Engineer slowly turns down the volume in the control room.

M.D. KEVIN
          Oh jeeze (shakes his head) I needed this job.

The Engineer fades the music to the control room out. Musical Director Kevin turns away and thumbs through a notebook.

M.D. KEVIN
          We paid for the orchestra. They said it would be easy.

P.A. Girl is strengthening her mascara while blowing bubble gum. Engineer takes a comic book from under his console, then a rolled cigarette from behind his ear and sniffs it. Musical Director Kevin just hangs his head.

We watch Harry in the booth, there is no audio now and he is not heard but we see he is totally oblivious while singing his heart out!

ANGLE ON:
We pan back to the console room, there is no one there.


FADE OUT:  
           


 

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Hysterical photographs

1944
"Der Fuhrer is gonna shit when he finds out no one brought the chairs."
"Don't be lookink at me, Doesnitz vas supposed to bring dem."
                "Oh schnitzel, I forgot to tell him."                    





Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Historical Photos

Alain Delon - Legs - Mick Jagger

                                       Delon                                Legs:                          Jagger
                            I am going to take                  Oh you silly.               Might not be suavy
                             your dress off one                                                   like him but I don't 
                              feather at a time.                                                     drop me freakin' 
                                                                                                            ashes on the carpet.

Friday, April 08, 2016

I can't keep up.


I don't know who are the good guys, the bad guys or the semi bad guys or the almost good good guys. There might even be mediocre guys too. (But I think we might be them)

We can be pretty sure North Korea is bad. Or at least their leader Kim Jong Un, is. Buffoons can be threatening like clowns.

We thought Saddam Hussein was good, then bad. But that was because the USA told us and so we bombed him and then hanged him. But Saddam and his Bath party were Sunnis in power in a mostly Shia Iraq, then he got kicked out by America for being mean to the Kurds which no one gave a shat about before. Some believe that if we had left Saddam Hussein alone and in power, the Middle East would be just fine like it was. With Iraq being the buffer zone between Shia Syria and Shia Iran.

So Saddam tells the US Ambassador that the Kuwaitis are side drilling and stealing Iraq's oil. USA says nothing to do with us. Saddam attacks Kuwait. Suddenly it IS something to do with USA. Bush Jr. attacks Saddam. And we have the second Gulf war. (by the way, the Emir of Kuwait promised the US he would install Democracy if they helped him) Not yet.
But the US arms industry along with Halliburton-Dick Cheney needed a timely war after Saddam thumbed his nose at Bush senior while staying in power after that first Gulf War.
So that basically created ISIS out of the displaced Sunnis who fled Saddam's Iraq under the second American bombardment/invasion. And now Iraq's power (and oil) is in the hands of Shia Mulslims. Sort of. (Iraqi oil has been privatized of course, and safely in the hands of American interests, exactly what Hillary wants to do with Mexico's state run oil industry) And which she screwed up in Libya resulting now in ISIS having control of the oil instead of America. Or Libya.


So Iran is Shia and the Saudis are Sunni. Syria is Shia. They are murdering their own people who are sometimes called rebel fighters. Whenever the media uses 'fighters' it is to minimize your thoughts of it being a religious war. USA was fighting against ISIS who are against the Syrian army. Makes your head spin, doesn't it? And we cannot just blame Muslims, because the US and other arms industries are not Muslim. Heathen maybe, but not Muslims.

And the Kurds who were mercilessly persecuted by Saddam, which was okay when the West liked Saddam Hussein and his 25% of the world's oil reserves, are now fighting Syria. But the Turks hate the Kurds and have started attacking them (the PKK) across their border with Northern Iraq. Of course USA loves the Kurds now because they are fighting ISIS. The same folks who were killing them under Saddam when they were Iraqis. Meanwhile the USA gets an airbase in Turkey. From which to launch airstrikes against ISIS, but not the Kurds because they are on the same side. (As the USA not Turkey, I think) Whew. The USA keeps fighting ISIS with air strikes against pick-up trucks. Some vehicles were even sent from America. Meanwhile the Turks are said to be buying oil from ISIS.

Then Assad of Syria invites the Russians back and they flash airstrikes across Syria and kill thousands of ISIS targets. Even Trump says that is a good thing if they want to fight a common enemy he would welcome them when America is using a million dollar cruise missile to destroy a 400 dollar Toyota.

But the new bogeyman Putin is outmaneuvering Obama at every turn and seems to have the Sunni ISIS in retreat.
Don't worry, Canada is in there too with 4 (four) airstrikes in the last few months and they might have blown a desert latrine to smithereens! What the hell, says ISIS, sand covers it up just fine. Remember the second Gulf War when Canada sent a warship to the Red Sea and it got there just when the war was over and everyone was having ice cream on the beach!

Wait, now we get to Gadhaffi in Libya repenting his bad boy past and becoming a friend of America. But that's not good enough, too late says Hillary Clinton, we have plans for Libya, so she vetoes his proposal of democracy and takes him out and sends North Africa into total turmoil including her Benghazi action which ended with Americans being killed including their Ambassador!  And confusion and terror is spreading across North Africa right now before we even know who is who? Egypt's Arab Spring seems forgotten for the moment but the fomenting of trouble is working in Tunisia.

Take a breath and know that Kim Jong Un is still THE bad guy.  (But no one knows what to do with him because China likes him.) And China are bad good guys or maybe good bad guys. Depending on what America wants to sell them while ignoring their huge trade deficit.

Osama bin Laden
Meanwhile bin Laden is dead. Maybe for sure this time. Many think that Bill Clinton got him years ago with a cruise missile at Tora Bora when he was hiding in the caves. Bad mistake, a great use of a bogeyman gone too soon. Wasted, and you can't waste a good bad guy when you need to keep the population in check. There's no telling what laws could have come into effect with bin Laden on the loose!
Osama bin Faken
Homeland Security was drooling at the prospect of arming every police force in America with state-of-the-art military weapons. (You see the US Constitution declares that the Government can never us the Army on American soil against its own people. So the Pentagon has quietly gone about giving local police forces the latest military equipment, thereby creating a ready-made Army on American soil that isn't really an army. Maybe just thugs)

The good-bad guys didn't want bin Laden dead to Americans. He was too valuable to scare their own people. So the CIA tried to keep him alive through various fakes and look-nearly-alike actors. But none of that was working so they raided his alleged Pakistan hideout and Navy Seals killed him. Or did they? Virtually ALL the Seals in that operation were killed later under mysterious circumstances.
And the only pic is of a bin Laden watching 'Little House in the Desert' on TV while all hell breaks lose in his compound with three helicopters and Seal Team Six! (go ahead and laugh, most anyone who was paying attention laughed too)
And even lately, NSA whistleblower Edward Snowden has said bin Laden is alive and well and living in the Bahamas! He might be staying with Jacques Brel.

And now Lebanon is hell. Jorden is treading a fine line. Israelis and Palestinians are at each other's throats. The Saudis are bombing Yemen, but staying out of Iraq/Iran. Oh yes, the Ayatollah of Iran signs a nuclear deal with the USA. What? Be careful Ayatolla, Saddam and Gaddafi were pro American too. Just before they were deposed and murdered.

And the so-called Five Eyes Nations, America, Canada, Britain, Australia and New Zealand are spying on all of us. (info courtesy of Edward Snowden) And if we have any common sense, we must admit that these Five Eyes can be bad guys too because they are spying on each other, including the US CIA spying on Britain, Germany's Angela Merkel,  French President Hollande, the Dutch, Spanish and every one in between. Basically everyone else in the whole freakin' world! (caught spying on 38 embassies!)
And in South America. Brazil hates America now because they spied on President Dilma Rouseff. Venezuela is in turmoil, because they have oil and wouldn't follow USA policies. So we have an alliance of BRICS nations. Brazil, Russia, India, China and South Africa loosely standing together against the good guys/bad guys.

So it is almost impossible to select the good guys or the bad guys without an engineering  schematic, but it all depends on who writes the program. And which direction the wind is blowing.
The famous coded telegram from Japan in 1941 said 'East Wind, rain.' which was their signal to start their war.

Damn, which way IS the wind blowing now?

We can't tell because only seven companies control 90% of the media and they are the ones feeding us info, from their perspective, from their agenda. Your only hope of any semblance of what is really happening in the world is alternative media.

Could be that one side in this endless war for world dominance is wearing black beards and dusty fatigues while the other is wearing Alexander Amosu pinstriped suits. ($142,800. at a store near you) You have to open up the package to see who is shooting who, but both sides bleed just the same.




I can't keep up, who ARE those guys anyway?











And I haven't even got to the Rothschilds and Rockefellers or the Bilderberg Conferences.





Thursday, December 24, 2015

Last Chance Santa


     Joe - Dear Santa, this year I want a Ferrari, red; and a bow and arrow (again); and a small boat for fishing, not too big, just enough for days on the lake; and that 50 inch hi def TV I saw in Best Buy; and tickets to all the Pro games in this city; and maybe a box of Cubans; and a couple cases of that Stella girl's beer.

    Santa - Wait a minute, Joe, kids don't smoke Cubans or drink beer, who you trying to fool?

     Joe - I'm not a kid, Santa, I'm a fifty-six year old male whose been writing you for 51 years and you haven't come through yet. Its time you did.

     Santa - Well sorry to disappoint you, Joe, old guy, but I don't deliver ridiculous gifts to the withered gray elderly.

     Joe - That's cruel. Maybe you might want to start. You can't expect to ignore a little boy-teenager-middle management guy-now divorced-unemployed-full grown man forever without him being ticked off and looking into your situation.

     Santa - Situation? I just work my ass off packing presents for every kid in the world, and deliver the whole frigging mess on one night. That's the situation.

     Joe - You never thought anyone was gonna find out what you do up there the rest of the year though, did you? I noticed you changed most of those ugly little warty elves to pretty perky girlie elfs for starters. And they don't wear the green Loden jackets and pointy caps  now do they? You shop for them secretly at Victoria's, don't you. I heard some of them might be thespians.

     Santa - I give them auditions  .... sometimes. Who told you about that? 

     Joe - Never mind, and all the new ones do is sit around filing their nails. And those working elves you fired are getting uglier too, they're saying things about you, and mad about not having their one lusty day a year with Mrs. Claus while you are out flying across the skies.

     Santa - You can't prove any of this. Mrs. Claus was tired of the toy factory and had the elves diligently making 10 inch Leaning Towers of Pisa out of wax. We've been estranged since. And you're not getting any Ferrari either.

     Joe - You're pretty smug Santa, never thought anyone would check the Geographic North Pole did you? Everyone was looking at the Magnetic North Pole.

     Santa - I can tell you're dumb, Joe, anyone who wrote to me for 51 years with no reply just doesn't get it. I'll give you the six pack of beer and that's it. It is Stella Artois by the way.

     Joe - Nothing artsy about Stella, she's the one with the big red lips. They are those candy ones and you didn't even notice. Could have sent Kaitlin and Rue Paul up there too you horny old curmudgeon. That's what you get when you hire from Craigslist Gigs.

     Santa - What do you want, Joe? You can't destroy a legend, people love me all around the world. Main Stream Media won't even give you a minute on TV. They're having too much fun giving out NORAD reports of where I am flying. Kids are listening with their greedy little hearts pumping Red Bull.

     Joe - Oh yeah? Look what happened to Fatty Arbuckle, and that wasn't true. What
about the WMDs and that Saddam guy? He got hanged, you know, and not under the Christmas tree either. You can be destroyed with innuendo,  I just have to say you know Charlie Sheen!  And what if I start calling you Sinterklaas, you know how Fox News reports on anything Germanic.

     Santa - You're stretching now, Joe. I can tell you've got nothing on me. Just go ahead and take the rejection again. I'll toss in four Cubans. Now go away, I've got work to do.

     Joe - Is part of your work, dancing with Sugar Plum soccer Moms while Hubby snores upstairs on Christmas Eve?

     Santa - I show my appreciation for milk and cookies and hubby's 12 year old Scotch, that's all. 

     Joe - You're out of it, Santa, the elves don't even like you, they replaced Blitzen last year with a Clydesdale named Henry and you missed it altogether. What work? Saying a sweet goodbye to your girlie elfs?

     Santa - We are equal opportunity employers up here, Joe. Take the deal. I'm putting you on the block list. You know damned well that you can say what you want about me now in December 24, 2015, but by December 24 in 2016 they'll have forgotten it all. It's the way the world works, Joe, people now think Darth Cheney is the good guy, he has his own action figure! Take the deal.

     Joe - I need the bow and arrow, Santa, that was in my first letter fifty one years ago. And every one since. Last chance, Santa or I tell all, including the elfie massage with the 'happy ending'.

     Santa - Ok, you get the bow, now go back to your Mother's basement and behave yourself.

     Joe - Thank you Santa. Merry Christmas.

     Santa - Piss off, Joe.



Merry Christmas




     Santa - Psst! He's not getting the arrow though.



Saturday, August 22, 2015

Everybody's favorite dog




The Mountain Dew Dancing Dog



I want one. 

(better than the Jimmy Fallon panda?)

Sunday, June 14, 2015

What's it like?

....at over 200 MPH at night on a country road in France? Le Mans 2015.
 (watch top right on ad to click off in 5 seconds)




O.M.G!!!!!!!!!

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Karate Mantis



Mister Miyagi where are youuuuuuuuuuu? 
I don' think it's gonna work this time!



Use the Force, Luke.

OMG wrong fuckin' movie, Sensei! 



Wash the car then, Grasshopper. 






Sunday, May 10, 2015

Einstein's Theory of Lost Paper



E=mc2  -  -  -  Elsa, milk and 2 cookies or 3?





"Mine pretty Liebchen Elsa, haf you perhaps found a leetle piece of paper mit writing on it? Maybe mit E=mc3 or 4 or 8 on it? I seem to have lost der scrap."

"Albert, you know I stay out of there since I erased your blackboard that time and you said I caused an eclipse.  The note I found only said E=MC something so I brought you milk and cookies how you like.  Maybe you meant More Chalk, I don't know. But if you had not eaten them zo fast mein Grandpapa, ve could count zem to see vhat your note said."



Al