Bodycam footage shows deputy shooting dog, and woman demanding he finish the job.
I love animals and hate to see anything happen to them. In this case maybe the officer should have used some kind of spray or something first if he had any.
But that being said I'm not cutting this lady, Carla Gloger, any slack. The video shows that as soon as she runs out she declares that the dogs were not running after the officer - as if there were any way she could have known that. She only began moderating her position after the officer mentioned he had a body camera (score one for body cameras by the way). This tells me she had a cantankerous attitude toward public safety at the outset. Were it not for the footage, Groger seems angry enough, and frankly free enough, to lie about what happened if it means her being right and the officer being wrong.
Then, and much worse, instead of insisting on medical help for the poor animal who is clearly alive and quite functional, she demands that it be shot! This is maybe the only other mistake the officer made because I have to assume there is a protocol for attempting medical rescues for animals like there is for people. Not saying that's absolute, I just assume the better course of action would be rushing the dog to a vet immediately rather than killing it. Apparently the woman loves the power of the dogs, but not laying out the money it takes to care for them properly. But I guess that's what happens when one takes living creatures and objectifies them as extensions of their paranoia against society or whatever.
So the FBI is going to take animal cruelty seriously now.
Fun fact: I suspect some people believe that when I "became a private investigator" (for like three months) it was because I have that kind of simplistic mind that would figure being a "private eye" would be like "being a cop". Of course my simpleton mentality would thus endear me to the effort and heck, before long maybe I'd also purchase one of those ex-police cruisers at auction, sport it with my loudly squawking police scanner, and drive around just being all "cop feeling". You know, because Dave's psychology is that simple.
To be fair, it isn't like there isn't a lot to my personal profile that might support that to what I would deem an equally simple analysis. For example, I actually do like police scanners and would love one in my car if it were legal.
It's serious now.
In fact, the real goal was to build up a profession in humane investigative services involving pets and animals. I forecasted a market need for such a person and I have a Criminology degree which meant I could shave a year off official private investigatory sponsorship (two years sponsorship is typically required in Florida otherwise). It all made great sense. Clearly I did not stick with it, but I am enamored that even at the most sophisticated ends of law enforcement, crimes against animals now has a serious and lethal investigatory attitude. Hats off to the FBI!
What's SUPER creepy is that the other officer rendering aid must have understood, having seen the first officer throw down the stun gun in an obvious attempt to frame the story, that saving the victim would mean killing the lie. So the question becomes, was he properly administrating first aid or facilitating assassination of the suspect to protect the other officer. He needed to make a choice, right?
A few months ago I migrated my websites to a new hosting arrangement. I had been doing so through my personal IIS, MS SQL and MySQL efforts through a virtual private network offered by Go Daddy. It turned out that Go Daddy began offering a shared hosting solution with as much, if not more, capability and traffic capacity as the plan I was on, for much, much, less. I miss the direct control of logging into a separate Windows desktop to manage my services like a pro, but money is important to me these days, so I made the decision to give that kind of control up for lots less dough.
Example of marking something for Check That ID tracking
The migration took quite a bit, as they always do. Inevitably something always gets broken that I don't hear about or spot for a long time. In this case it was Check that ID, my prototype "Twitter for everything" service that provides a way for people to label anything with a unique ID, log it, then track it via an informal grafitti style reporting system. Say you mark a microwave oven, log an initial entry with a unique code at Check That ID, mark said code on the microwave, then sell it. As the microwave gets passed from new owner to new owner, there's a chance you can follow it in periodically checking back to review your Check That ID code, provided at least some of the owners take the time to update. Why they would is anybody's guess but that's part of the fun if not the utility.
I found Check That ID dead in the water this morning and spent part of my Sunday restoring it. Turns out my migrated version of MySQL was case sensitive with respect to the tables it used, while on my last server it was not. Probably something I overlooked, but in any case, it's up and running again. If you're curious about the service, click the links below.
Recall in this posting how I theorize tablets might one day be dedicated to task-specific stuff that, say, the Dominos Pizzas of the world might find useful. Cheap tablets loaded with pizza-ordering software and branded by the company could be passed out to people, much in the same way those refrigerator magnets currently are.
Well, it turns out that while the complex ordering process of a pizza might be one best suited to the wide input capabilities a tablet affords for sure, there is a process even more direct being developed by Amazon called Amazon Dash. You don't even have the tablet because the only input is a single press of your finger.
With job worries abated (for the moment), a personal issue with my ex-girlfriend at peace (as much as it will be - I have a lot of work to do on myself), I've been able to mentally, emotionally and tangibly begin dabbling in my projects with a fresh mind. It's always telling when I hit a free creative cycle because the first thing I do is set up a personal webcam. You can't always pick your friends but with me you can always watch your friend pick his nose. But seriously, I'm working on it. And in any event, isn't "eating" whatever comes out the real issue anyway? I'm working on that by working on the former.
For that matter, here's a current snapshot straight from the source. By the time you read this I'm probably not sitting in the chair.
It's not just getting back to a more carefree mindset that makes this iteration of the webcam possible, but the fact that I have a large infrastructure to run it from. Living in New York City studios and "one rooms" it's been hard to set up a webcam of me at my workstation without also setting up one that has me toweling off naked after a shower. Having an entire house at my disposal like I do now, this is a breeze of concern-free exhibitionism. Enjoy it my friends! Try to pretend like it's not a 1990s thing that nobody finds interesting anymore.
Well it's good to be working once again. The new job entails working with end users on their wide variety of company IT needs in a "Level One" support role, which I'm happy about because it re-saddles me professionally closer to the IT sector, helping people and resolving their various issues, which I love. The company is a complex structure and I don't want to draw them into my blog posts, but suffice to say they are involved in the pharmaceutical industry.
Standing outside my new office gig in a secret location....(let me fantasize!)
Getting hired and being able to say that I actually have a job that lasts are two different things, of course, and I'll only be at ease when training is complete and I'm taking control of the processes I'm expected to execute, proving that I can do them. There is explicit training, which is refreshing, but the reality is that the job itself is "sink or swim" which means thinking fast on your feet (or in your seat as this case may be) is pivotal. I am fast on my feet, but maybe not so much getting on my feet. I've just never considered myself that "bright". I have to imagine this one and other companies providing services like it over-hire new prospects because they know all too well not everyone makes it.
Also, and perhaps like any workplace environment (duh), I'm getting the feeling that success at the new gig, in addition to raw smarts, involves more whether people are willing to talk to you or not when you're under the gun. As many of my friends know, I tend to be the oddball out in any group and work support cliques tend to form over and around me. I'm just one of those people. I really can't tell if I'm just pissing people off with my arrogant strain of optimism or I'm that un-relatable in a general sense, but I do. It's what I've done for over forty years and I've long since gotten adept at accepting it even though I oft dream of an easier life where I'm "just one of the guys". Knowing that I am a good person and a (relatively) intelligent one at that, I wouldn't change me in this respect for a minute just for a paycheck, as new jobs or aspirations are always just around the corner, if not in the mind's making.
But in any event all this is why I'm still holding my breath. If I'm on my own too much with my trademark anti-charisma yet cannot make up for it with self-reliance and resilience (as I often do, by the way), I'm not "yet" out of the unemployment woods. We'll just need to check in in six months or so to see!
I picked up one of those assorted fried chicken dinners you find in grocery stores and found this. I have no idea what the hell those crisped claw-like strings are hanging out the back, but I am not eating any of it.
This one is for my Wilkes-Barre Facebook group chums of which I suspect nearly 100 percent of them are tuned into police scanners.
I stumbled across the following Wilkes-Barre Sunday Independent newspaper article from August 2, 1936. Note the headline Radio Gives Away an Illegal Police Call (the link loads a large image, be sure to zoom in if your browser shrinks it) in which the role of the community is called out as having uncovered an "illegal police call" to a Republican hosted beer brawl which took place on the city's outskirts. The radio call, having been intercepted by hoards of ordinary citizens tuning in, got the Wilkes-Barre police department into a little hot water because things that go on in the outskirts of the city are not Wilkes-Barre business. They had some 'splainin to do.
With as much chatter, cross-comparing of scanner traffic in the local Wilkes-Barre area Facebook groups, and the utility of all that so well appreciated today, I wonder what they in 1936 would think about Wilkes-Barre scanner nerds now.
Clip of article calling out impact of curious public. Full article can be read here.
I found this in the archives of the old Wilkes-Barre Sunday Indpendent newspaper which, by the way, can be found here. You can spend hours with a cup of coffee reading up on all sorts of things between 1913 and 1954 or so. It's really downright kind of neat.
There's an interesting part of my blogging process I'm not sure how smart it is. Hours, days, even weeks after I've posted an entry I find myself continually going back to edit and re-edit, over and over. Like, after I've written something I have no real qualm about continually tightening up a piece. It really isn't a problem because near quite literally, nobody reads my blogs. I have the data that tells me so. Only the lone oddball checks in from time to time which is actually less in volume than overnight bots from China stil trying to poke at Battle Blog vulnerabilities I patched years ago. When you get right down to it, I write a blog for bots.
To detour through that point for a moment, dismal readership doesn't bother me because I tend to look at myself as a blogging beginner working toward some grand outcome; someone who wants to write important things but doesn't yet have anything really important to write about to an expert level besides me, me, me, and I, I, I. I'm early in the process, content to exercise my throwing arm for the big whatever ultimate future when lo and behold I have something really interesting to say that draws clicks.
Even though I've been blogging for years I don't equate my entire life of blogging with the balanced formula of relevance, expertise of content, or spirit and/or competency of writing quality, that needs to occur all at once. Stages of my blogging life tend to have one or the other going for it, but never all of them which to me validates the title and craft of blogger. Since I explicitly walked away from a taxing job to concentrate on this sort of thing not too long ago, I'm spending a lot of time thinking about and executing real-world action to achieve this balance, thus making me a beginner with room to grow.
But getting back to the edit thing it really begs the question which I'm sure all writers have contemplated. Could there be so much live editing over such a long period of time that an article which was initially posted making one point morph into making a different one? I for one keep my editing limited to punctuation, typos, flow, and clarity cracks, which seem fine piecemeal and in limited play. But how close have I come to completely changing my entire point or shifting my position unwittingly or perhaps even subconsciously, in order to make a more politcally or palletable read?
I'm going to poke around to see what others are doing, and raise my findings in a future post.