Odds are that you don't know Richard Lawson, and you should thank your lucky stars. Mr. Lawson isn't exactly the kind of guy you would want living next to you. In fact, I'm not even comfortable knowing he's breathing the same air as me. Richard Lawson is a child molester and a murderer. But, take heart, at least it should bring you some comfort knowing that Mr. Lawson is serving a life sentence and most likely will never see freedom again. So why would I do a piece on a Piece-of-Shit? Because Richard Lawson was recently charged with molesting a boy even though he's already doing life...and he has an unusual defense that should make all of us think for a moment. He claims he did it while he was an informant for the Detroit Police Dept.and that he had immunity from prosecution.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
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AN UNUSUAL DEFENSE |
Monday, February 18, 2008
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BARACK SURGES, WHEELS COME OFF CLINTON MACHINE |
"Do you really think Obama could win?" That seems to be the most common question people are asking me lately. The quick answer is "Yes", but let's not get ahead of ourselves. This is no time to rest on your laurels if your an Obama supporter. The political graveyard is littered with people who underestimated the Clintons. The "Comeback Kid" and his wife have lived through a avalanche of criticism and they are the most dangerous when wounded. However, in the past few weeks a lot of interesting things have happened that should delight Obama supporters. Not the least of these is his 8 consecutive wins! So, let's take a look at how I think things are panning out.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
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DATING DEMI, AGAIN |
Every once in a while I feel the need to stretch a little in my writing. For those of you that would rather I stick to the serious side, just skip over this one. I really only write them to try to become a better writer, and besides..it's fun.
*WARNING*
This piece contains sexually explicit material not suitable for young children and some Republicans.
"Oh, my God, that was great!" I said , falling onto my back. "That wonderful day in Washington, Kansas, and Louisiana! Then, just when I thought it couldn't get any better, now a perfect day in Maine. It felt like...,like old times." Demi just stood up, putting her shirt back on first.
"What?" I questioned.
"You know what." she shot back, obviously irritated.
"Oh, come on!" I pleaded. "Can't we just live for the moment here? I thought that was what you were all about." I really don't think I should have said that last part as it looked like it just irritated her more.
"Remember what it was like H.C?" she said as she sat back on the bed, her face suddenly cooling. "Remember how you took me home that first voting day one cold November? Remember how proud your working class parents were? And what about your friends...our friends? Didn't they all like me? Everything was going perfect and then you left. What wasn't I giving you, H.C.?"
"I don't know." I lied.
The truth is, when I first started dating Demi way back when I was 18, everything did seem perfect. She believed in everything that I believed in; legal marijuana, an end to the war, and a soft landing should I lose my job. Back then, nothing else seemed all that important. But as I grew I began to feel her restraints. At times it felt like she didn't want me to achieve, she wanted me to rely on her for food, for work, and for power. In her effort to comfort me I began to feel smothered.
"It's because I started dating minorities isn't it?" she asked.
"No, I understood that they needed us and we needed them." I answered.
"Was it the Gay thing? Because I was only experimenting." she said, her cheeks flushing a little. "No," I said, "I was cool with that, but I didn't understand the need for the whole 'Marrying' thing."
That irritated look suddenly reappeared on her face. "Oh, I see, marriage is only for the privileged few." she said scornfully.
"Look, we both have had our differences." I said, hoping to retreat a little. "Let's focus on the now. The new guy looks good with you and I'm supporting him."
She thought that over for a minute, her face turning to a open window. "You know, I'm committed to someone else." she whispered.
"I know" I replied, putting my hands on her shoulders, "But, you could leave her! You could make up your own mind and give the people who they want. Follow your own principles, be the girl I once loved. We could win this thing together, it would be like it used to be, me and you against the forces of evil."
She continued staring out the window for a long few seconds, her face firmed. "You don't know what your asking," she said. "I've been with her for a very long time and she's not exactly the forgiving type. And by the way, how do I know that this isn't just a trick? We've seen this before. White guy votes for the black guy in the primary and then runs back to the white guy in the main election? No. I have to stay where I am, with her." She stood up and reached down for her pants. Pulling them up, she turned toward me. "Still, it was fun," she said, half smiling. "And I'll be seeing you in D.C., Maryland and Virginia. Maybe then, things will be different."
"I hope so." I sighed. She opened the door and stepped halfway into the hallway. Then, stopping as if she remembered something, she turned back towards me.
"I really hope to see you this fall, H.C." she said sweetly.
"It all depends on who you're with," I replied.
Friday, February 8, 2008
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THE SUBPRIME CRISIS; COULD IT BE OUR OWN FAULT? |
Foreclosure after foreclosure, bankruptcy after bankruptcy, the mortgage crisis seems to grow every day. The Dow has taken a sharp hit and dropped more than 10% in the past few months resulting in all of our retirement accounts shrinking instead of growing. Realtors are getting ulcers watching housing prices shrink while inventories of houses grow, and the average homeowner is watching the equity in his/her house disappear slowly. Pundits are all over my T.V., each claiming something different is at the root of it all. Some say the builders built too many houses, others claim shady leading practices are the cause. Still others point to gas prices, inflation, and even rising tuition as factors. Finally there is the argument that government intervention caused banks to be required to give loans to people that had bad credit histories (the definition of subprime is, after all, people with less than prime credit). All of these things contributed in one form or another to the problem, but in the end are we not at fault ourselves? Have we become a society that doesn't know how to take responsibility for our own spending habits? Do we have to have the government step in and tell us when we're over-extending ourselves? Do we need to be given an "allowance" by our paternal government to stop us from financially destroying ourselves?
Monday, February 4, 2008
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A "DUEL" MONARCHY |
"So prone are they (the people) to suspicion, that where a President appoints a relation of his own, however worthy, they will believe that favor and not merit was the motive. I therefore laid it down as a law of conduct for myself, never to give an appointment to a relation."