Rookie Officer Marvin Esson sounds like a douchebag of the highest order; somebody who should immediately be fired and placed on a national Do Not Hire registry for police. (As if such a registry would ever exist…)
Of course the guy was black! We don't want no porch monkeys hanging on their porches. (That's my imitation of what I think the officer must have been thinking.)
I used to do this all the time as a teen. Did this to my cousins, friends. My sister went unconscious and fell in an arc such that her head slammed into the floor. I thought I'd killed her. Then she started laughing maniacally, telling me a Toyota commercial had played in her mind, and it was the "oh what a car" — everyone jumps up, it freeze-frames — "Toyota!" commercial. My cousin Nathan did some freaky open-eye-but-unconscious shit when we did this. My friend Sam had a dream that lasted 2 days long and took him 20 minutes to explain — and it happened in only a few seconds. Funny to see this in the news.
The minority that control the majority don't like it when the majority has the power of information. The pen is truly mightier than the sword — and much harder to fight. But fight they will.
This can only be good news!!! Also, the guy who plays Black Dynamite was in some of the Toxic Avenger movies!!
Land of the free? Home of the brave? A great constitution? Not if a prosecutor wants to prosecute you.
And of course, plea bargaining works against this. People who plea bargain and are innocent pretty much piss their chances of future review away.
And the prosecutors who put innocent people away by knowingly suppressing evidence that could help them out (in violation of law!)??? They don't lose their jobs or face any substantive punishment. One guy had to take a 1-day ethics course. Whoop de do.
Bruce Hinshelwood is an asshole; he should not be practicing law anywhere; he should be disbarred.
Friday, September 24th, 2010
September 24, 2010
September 24, 2010
JOURNAL: DREAM: 20100920: dream within a dream?, secret room in our house, party at Tiffany O’s, 3rd “secret room” dream this yearPosted by Clint under Clint, Dreams, Journal, People
Very strange dream where the upstairs floor of my house was a combination of our house in real life, and something akin to Uncle Duke’s downstairs house.
I don’t know why his house comes up in my dreams so often; maybe it’s because my whole family lived there for a month in 1983 in between houses.
Anyway, I had a problem with the door to Carolyn & my bedroom. As the repairman was working on the hinges to our door, he noticed that there was another set of hinges facing the other way next to them. He then had me come over and was like, “Look at this!” He pulled the wood paneling off the wall, and lo and behold, there was a second door to the left of our bedroom door! He opened this up, and there was simply another door there. Like, touching it, but opening outward instead of inward.
We opened that, and there was this huge room there! What the hell, we had a whole huge room we didn’t know about?!?!! But to make things even stranger, a bunch of our belongings that we had forgotten about were in there. Apparently, we’d gone into this room in 1999 when we first lived in our house, and had settled into it. But somehow we blocked it off, and forgot our stuff was in there! It was almost as big as our main post-addition TV room is in real life, but had concrete floors and sparse furnishings.
I think this is a combination of my real-life desires to always live in a house with secret passages, and the real-life experience of cleaning out my attic this week, and finding all kinds of our stuff I had forgotten we had. (In real life, I had remarked to Carolyn that cleaning out our attic was kind of like going to a yard sale–finding all kinds of neat stuff.)
The room was mostly square, but it had a hallway — and a 2nd washer and dryer were in there. Damn, now we can do laundry twice as fast! But that hallway ended at ANOTHER door. That door — also a double door — went to public restroom — a good 10 toilets or so on both walls. I think this restroom was from another dream I had long ago, where I kept getting lost in these endless locker rooms.
Apparently, these were bathrooms in the white house or something. Later, I opened them up while people were in there, to see if the Secret Service agent (who was John Glaser’s original bodyguard agent in season 1 of the show Delocated) would shoot me. He pointed his gun at us, I laughed at the thought that he might shoot us, and then he didn’t shoot us. I got into a discussion with the staff there about whether I could force them out of the bathroom, because it’s really part of my house and not their property. I think I decided I didn’t want to maintain 10 toilets, so it might be best if we share.
DREAM WITHIN A DREAM?
Later, I was walking around in the mall — or was it a mall shaped very much like my high school(?) — and I ran into Eve C, and told her about this dream I had. Little did I know I was in a dream within a dream.
Still later, I managed to stumble upon a party that my old friend Tiffany O was throwing. I got there late — like 1AM — and there were lots of drunk girls around. I sorta hit on / befriended one girl, who’s name was “Amit”. I thought she said Amy, but no, it was Amit. At some point we walked outside somewhere, but she wandered off or something. I crashed at Tiffany’s house and slept. When I woke up from my night’s sleep, I was really fuzzy. I couldn’t remember if this was X-Day weekend, or even what month it was, or where Carolyn might be. I was about to get in my car and drive to New York, as if I had simply taken a 1-day break from X-Day, come all the way back down to Virginia (8hr drive), and then was going to drive 8hrs back to X-Day. I couldn’t even remember what month it was, I was so f’ed up from the night before. (Even though I don’t remember drinking in the dream.) Finally, I managed to remember, “No, it’s NOT July,” and simply drove home to my normal home. The end.