Holly Attacks!!!
GOAL: Close Holly's juvenile record.
wa st juvenile law
SEALING JUVENILE COURT RECORDS IN WASHINGTON STATE
Friday, May 25, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Rockys Training ??
i,m smart enough to know that labs are easy to train, very forgiving of mistakes and try hard to please their family. Labs rule the entire family and friends with devotion and lots of love for everyone. rocky needed a new home. The family ,broken up, kept him in an apartment . He spent up to 10 hrs a day in a shipping crate. He greeted me with that look, love and hope, "fired up and ready to go"*.
I told his owner, "that rocky would never spend another day in his crate". I promised rocky that i would take him for a walk everyday. I have kept that promise. and the blessings have continued in the face of downers.
At first we walked to Safeway, i was so slow, rocky pulled, he was curious and smelled every bush (giving me a break). I had to stop 3 times on a 6 block trip! I bought a harness for him and a 25 foot tape leash ,to let him roam a bit, and not drag me all over. It became apparent that didn,t know anything about the real world.. or Even how to ride. He drug me all over, he,s jerked me off my feet twice. the problem had to solved. One day i decided that if he pulled i would stop, I didn,t care if it took 2 hours to walk 2 blocks., the pulling had to stop.. Rocky learned quickly that to get what he wanted, he had to stop pulling.. Gradually, his behavior has improved. Of course in stores , coffee shops etc he has always been on best behavior.
When Rocky first came he was very anxious. The first week he slept where i put my feet when i get out of bed. Later he slept in the doorway of our bedroom- so he would know if i left.
New Words: The truth of the matter is that Rocky has trained me to be obedient, take him for a walk everyday, and feed him off my fork. He took over the bottom of the bed a along time ago. I was afraid that he would get hit on the One Ways a block from the house.. Some how he never did.go again. Instead he started running away to the neighbors fenced backyard. I would drive the van over (200ft.) and load him up ,to go for his walk. Later, i tried loading Rocky without a lease. I noticed he ran around the van twice before loading.. It is so much fun to watch him express his joy. A couple of days after rocky,s fight, we walked one of our trails and it was all labs-a lab convention-6 labs brighteyes smiling facees--running around, happy to be together. I realized then that there are only two kinds of dogs: Biters, and retrievers. (forgive my prejudice , you dachshund lovers) (nah don,t!) .
*President Obama's slogan.
I told his owner, "that rocky would never spend another day in his crate". I promised rocky that i would take him for a walk everyday. I have kept that promise. and the blessings have continued in the face of downers.
At first we walked to Safeway, i was so slow, rocky pulled, he was curious and smelled every bush (giving me a break). I had to stop 3 times on a 6 block trip! I bought a harness for him and a 25 foot tape leash ,to let him roam a bit, and not drag me all over. It became apparent that didn,t know anything about the real world.. or Even how to ride. He drug me all over, he,s jerked me off my feet twice. the problem had to solved. One day i decided that if he pulled i would stop, I didn,t care if it took 2 hours to walk 2 blocks., the pulling had to stop.. Rocky learned quickly that to get what he wanted, he had to stop pulling.. Gradually, his behavior has improved. Of course in stores , coffee shops etc he has always been on best behavior.
When Rocky first came he was very anxious. The first week he slept where i put my feet when i get out of bed. Later he slept in the doorway of our bedroom- so he would know if i left.
New Words: The truth of the matter is that Rocky has trained me to be obedient, take him for a walk everyday, and feed him off my fork. He took over the bottom of the bed a along time ago. I was afraid that he would get hit on the One Ways a block from the house.. Some how he never did.go again. Instead he started running away to the neighbors fenced backyard. I would drive the van over (200ft.) and load him up ,to go for his walk. Later, i tried loading Rocky without a lease. I noticed he ran around the van twice before loading.. It is so much fun to watch him express his joy. A couple of days after rocky,s fight, we walked one of our trails and it was all labs-a lab convention-6 labs brighteyes smiling facees--running around, happy to be together. I realized then that there are only two kinds of dogs: Biters, and retrievers. (forgive my prejudice , you dachshund lovers) (nah don,t!) .
*President Obama's slogan.
Friday, May 11, 2012
RAGE against the machine.
I have it, bad,for a long time. I didn,t relise i had it until the day at the bowling alley. I think i was 12. Two young police recruits came in and were throwing their weight around. I didn,t like it. My neighbors in the Baptist Assembly Grounds across the street. Suposedly we were invited over--but not really. they had established a dump filling in a swamp,right between them and us...You remember the ramstads? Myra, Myrna,Carol,Doug MIke and bobby. We were the ones that stole (according to you) your garden hose? I,ll never forget you driving down our road to collect your hose. We had tied it to a tree and were using it to tarzan off our railroad right-of-way driveway a 1/4 mile long. You jumped out of your truck demanding your hose. But before you did, you waanted to give it a try. Just one time.
I,m 68 now,i,ve had at least 68 belly laughs,remembering your fat ass sailing through the air--hose breaking. We could hardly hide our glee! The rage has continued without debate , all these years.
When i was 12, I saw my support payment $12 dollars for each of us. That's what the US gov,t thought i was worth. and paid to discharge their duty to my father and mother. That's what we were worth. No wonder the people in the Assembly Grounds thought they were better, they were. Their Dads had returned.. Mine had not. America thought i was worth 12$. I gradually realized that the people i was pledging allegiance too were my fathers killers, and i was supposed to salute..
I,m 68 now,i,ve had at least 68 belly laughs,remembering your fat ass sailing through the air--hose breaking. We could hardly hide our glee! The rage has continued without debate , all these years.
When i was 12, I saw my support payment $12 dollars for each of us. That's what the US gov,t thought i was worth. and paid to discharge their duty to my father and mother. That's what we were worth. No wonder the people in the Assembly Grounds thought they were better, they were. Their Dads had returned.. Mine had not. America thought i was worth 12$. I gradually realized that the people i was pledging allegiance too were my fathers killers, and i was supposed to salute..
sheriff continued (3)
Do you mind if i leave? Looking, i turned. "Where can an old man walk his dog" I asked. Rocky was quiet, my mind seethed, we trudged up the hill. Something had happened ? But what ?
It,s a week later now i,ve spent a lot time weeping. I had maintained the illusion that i was free for 68 years. The sheriff shattered that dream. An illusion is real a dream is not.. It,s flashes of truth,about America today and the illusion of freedom. Americans are the greatest liars in the world--mostly to themselves.
I,m on a country lane, it,s getting dark We are cold, tired and defenseless. Confronted by an armed man. Telling me i better mind the man. I looked at him, he was dressed like a storm trooper. My father died in France fighting Fascist's, Nazi,s in France and here he was-right in front of me. And i had to ask him if i could leave?.
Background:
Spokane county is a bastion of right wing thinking in action. The aryan nation is well represented in the police forces of Spokane county; The Spokane police guild and the sheriff are involved . The racists support and work with both. There is also a large retired military population that thinks white is right!
This is the society i live in. These people believe that they are special, that they deserve special treatment, special laws, tax rates, clubs, and that they are good-ol-boys and good girls. because they are especially blessed by god and manifest destiny to rule all things and men too. Whatever, if your an ol man an want to walk your dog--
Don,t forget to: CALL THE SHERIFF.509-4562233!
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
What the sheriff had to say. (1)
We had just about made it back, when the phone suddenly and persistently began ringing. I let it ring we were only 100 ft from the road. I did't want to stop, it would be soon enough when we got to the van. I fumbled for the phone..it was the sheriffs dispatch..i was schocked! Do you own 1993 chev van..i struggled--a-a 93? I thought it was a 96..is it parked on valleyview rd? What the hell do you want?? I,m walking my dog.? I thought so....by the gate...legally parked? What?? I,m only 75 feet from the van next to the rd. The sheriff is there--he,d like to see you.. He is rt in front of me--I wave--he pulls up. This was the nastiest day of the spring---it rained all day--cold as ice,wind blowing. Rocky and I where cold.
The sheriff was nice enough. He looked good -so he thought.. "We got a call-from some neighbors. They are concerned he hesitated, curious too." I said "you would think i could walk my dog in peace.. I was stunned! I couldn't walk my dog without the sheriff sicking his nose up my ass? My mind reeled.. sheriff,power lines, and radio towers. "I was kindda curious myself--thought you might be pulling wire-- or sumsuch" he observed. "Yea ,thats right sheriff , a 68 yr old felon is going to walk up to the top of mt. baldy with his service dog and strip copper wire from a hi-volt line.". He looked at me. "Did you know your tresspassing"? he offered. "In this county you must have the landowners permission..you are assumed to be trespassing" I know i offered. "cattle have more rights then humans".* "i,m so sick of neighborhood snitches, but, they are so terrorized. The US gov,t has been terrorizing people around the globe my entire life.."Duck and Cover"..
I refuse to be afraid.. I mind my own business and never call the cops unless needed.. I had a neighborhood punk--walk into my house--i called the cops--gave them a description. He was picked up 2 blocks away. Rocky n I rode in the back seat, cruised by and i identified the man. I don't hate the cops but i don't like them either. The truth is that in my life the police have caused more damage then good..but who ya gonna call? They have also stolen more then the thieves .. I,m not afraid of my neighbors--but i move away from cops. And never hang were the cops are.. "Do you mind if i leave"? We walked to the van, my legs wobbly rocky limping.. my mind reeled i felt assaulted. I looked back, "It,s getting where an old man can,t even walk his dog anymore".
Do you mind if i leave? Looking, i turned. "Where can an old man walk his dog" I asked. Rocky was quiet, my mind seethed, we trudged up the hill. Something had happened ? But what ?
It,s a week later now i,ve spent a lot time weeping. I had maintained the illusion that i was free for 68 years. The sheriff shattered that dream. An illusion is real a dream is not.. It,s flashes of truth,about America today and the illusion of freedom. Americans are the greatest liars in the world--mostly to themselves.
I,m on a country lane, it,s getting dark We are cold, tired and defenseless. Confronted by an armed man. Telling me i better mind the man. I looked at him, he was dressed like a storm trooper. My father died in France fighting Fascist's, Nazi,s in France and here he was-right in front of me. And i had to ask him if i could leave?.
Background:
Spokane county is a bastion of right wing thinking in action. The aryan nation is well represented in the police forces of Spokane county; The Spokane police guild and the sheriff are involved . The racists support and work with both. There is also a large retired military population that thinks white is right!
This is the society i live in. These people believe that they are special, that they deserve special treatment, special laws, tax rates, clubs, and that they are good-ol-boys and good girls. because they are especially blessed by god and manifest destiny to rule all things and men too. * Whatever, if your an ol man an want to walk your dog--
Don,t forget to: CALL THE SHERIFF.509-4562233!
* 100% my opinion rr
*Cattlemens association open range law--you must fence out cattle--
We had just about made it back, when the phone suddenly and persistently began ringing. I let it ring we were only 100 ft from the road. I did't want to stop, it would be soon enough when we got to the van. I fumbled for the phone..it was the sheriffs dispatch..i was schocked! Do you own 1993 chev van..i struggled--a-a 93? I thought it was a 96..is it parked on valleyview rd? What the hell do you want?? I,m walking my dog.? I thought so....by the gate...legally parked? What?? I,m only 75 feet from the van next to the rd. The sheriff is there--he,d like to see you.. He is rt in front of me--I wave--he pulls up. This was the nastiest day of the spring---it rained all day--cold as ice,wind blowing. Rocky and I where cold.
The sheriff was nice enough. He looked good -so he thought.. "We got a call-from some neighbors. They are concerned he hesitated, curious too." I said "you would think i could walk my dog in peace.. I was stunned! I couldn't walk my dog without the sheriff sicking his nose up my ass? My mind reeled.. sheriff,power lines, and radio towers. "I was kindda curious myself--thought you might be pulling wire-- or sumsuch" he observed. "Yea ,thats right sheriff , a 68 yr old felon is going to walk up to the top of mt. baldy with his service dog and strip copper wire from a hi-volt line.". He looked at me. "Did you know your tresspassing"? he offered. "In this county you must have the landowners permission..you are assumed to be trespassing" I know i offered. "cattle have more rights then humans".* "i,m so sick of neighborhood snitches, but, they are so terrorized. The US gov,t has been terrorizing people around the globe my entire life.."Duck and Cover"..
I refuse to be afraid.. I mind my own business and never call the cops unless needed.. I had a neighborhood punk--walk into my house--i called the cops--gave them a description. He was picked up 2 blocks away. Rocky n I rode in the back seat, cruised by and i identified the man. I don't hate the cops but i don't like them either. The truth is that in my life the police have caused more damage then good..but who ya gonna call? They have also stolen more then the thieves .. I,m not afraid of my neighbors--but i move away from cops. And never hang were the cops are.. "Do you mind if i leave"? We walked to the van, my legs wobbly rocky limping.. my mind reeled i felt assaulted. I looked back, "It,s getting where an old man can,t even walk his dog anymore".
Do you mind if i leave? Looking, i turned. "Where can an old man walk his dog" I asked. Rocky was quiet, my mind seethed, we trudged up the hill. Something had happened ? But what ?
It,s a week later now i,ve spent a lot time weeping. I had maintained the illusion that i was free for 68 years. The sheriff shattered that dream. An illusion is real a dream is not.. It,s flashes of truth,about America today and the illusion of freedom. Americans are the greatest liars in the world--mostly to themselves.
I,m on a country lane, it,s getting dark We are cold, tired and defenseless. Confronted by an armed man. Telling me i better mind the man. I looked at him, he was dressed like a storm trooper. My father died in France fighting Fascist's, Nazi,s in France and here he was-right in front of me. And i had to ask him if i could leave?.
Background:
Spokane county is a bastion of right wing thinking in action. The aryan nation is well represented in the police forces of Spokane county; The Spokane police guild and the sheriff are involved . The racists support and work with both. There is also a large retired military population that thinks white is right!
This is the society i live in. These people believe that they are special, that they deserve special treatment, special laws, tax rates, clubs, and that they are good-ol-boys and good girls. because they are especially blessed by god and manifest destiny to rule all things and men too. * Whatever, if your an ol man an want to walk your dog--
Don,t forget to: CALL THE SHERIFF.509-4562233!
* 100% my opinion rr
*Cattlemens association open range law--you must fence out cattle--
Monday, May 7, 2012
American terror
Dishman Hills: sat may5;
I didn,t like the fact that i was going into the dishman hills on a weekend. the place litterly crawls with people. none-the-less i was going into the burn and a spot my prediction said mushrooms would be. Holly and I had been there the wk before and gotten some heat. We had driven into the gated community of multi million homes. We were delighted on our score and gleefully swept up our prize as we our first major haul. This time was different and i had to walk by the gate and act as if rocky and i belonged. Not Hard. We walked along until we got by the final fence line then cut to the left and climbed directly into the burn. Once again i was looking for my flower indicator (full bloom) and moved quickly up the slope looking all the way. i could see in the distance the blooms--and moved towards them. Suddenly a morel popt up. I was in a bowl of downed, burned timber. The ponderosa pine needles turning copper brown and falling from the limbs. It is beautiful-ashes and life springing forth greens of every shade, bright yellow. blue poka dots and black on black. and morels. I gathered them up.peeking, crawling,leaning,stretching- reaching. The morels doing their best to hide. I worked my way thru the patch. Finishing I looked for another patch of flowers above me. i crawled up-saw some good timber-lots of flowers no morels. A home had come into view. It was gorgeous,manicured with downed burned timber all around it. Rocky who had nothing better to do after inspecting my efforts had gone to visit. I prayed no one was home. My legs were tiring-i looked for a way to leave. the house was on the other side of a ravine with was access to my entry point. I prayed no one was home-I crossed the ditch rocky running around their house. The quickest way around and away was on the left..i moved quickly, call rocky who was sniffing the front door. come now i whispered.. Down the hill we went trying to put some distance between us.. Ahundred feet from the house "hay you fucking asshole get off my land..I.m calling the cops" he disappeared. He reappeared. " I called the cops Trespassing is a 382$ fine you thief! get off my land. I retreated-He was apoplectic with rage and helplessness. yelling thief,trespasser. He was rt of course. But, if i had oil on my land; He wouldn,t hesitate to take my land and call me stupid. I and R retreated ,staying quiet. Rocky watched me. i found another bowl, I picked them. I was on top of a little cliff . Below were homes, and just beyond my van. We were in a real fix it was sat. 5 PM; I could here several voices to my rt. No matter I had no choice, we went down thru a slit in the rock and into a well built fence. a fence capable of keeping both rocky and out. We had to move forward the road was a hundred ft away the van a hundred yards.The fence was $" mesh with barbwire strung on top. Rocky could not get thru, crawling over the top was possible but dangerous for me.. I noticed a palate tied to the fence--perhaps-- I looked at there was a chain around the top corner locked to a fence post. ?? How am i going to do this. If this is the door where are the hinges? I grabbed the left side and gave it a good tug up. It moved! There were no hinges--I pulled it open. I put the gate back, unnoticeable. We moved toward, lumps in our throat, the house. the backyard was fenced--we retreat and tried the rt, there were two old cars. we were out! We walked along the road, they van directly a head--We walked by the left--then doubled back and put rocky in. A Black SUV appeared out of no wear, stopped and wrote down my licence number. It went down the street turned around - drove past, around the corner and parked. Te Jig was up! I got in and left. They had accomplished there mission to terrorize me. But RnI had accomplished our mission.
i didn,t count on the fact that my prediction that their would be mushrooms in both spots,would be so acurrate that the mushrooms in dishman hills were also 2 days older.??
I didn,t like the fact that i was going into the dishman hills on a weekend. the place litterly crawls with people. none-the-less i was going into the burn and a spot my prediction said mushrooms would be. Holly and I had been there the wk before and gotten some heat. We had driven into the gated community of multi million homes. We were delighted on our score and gleefully swept up our prize as we our first major haul. This time was different and i had to walk by the gate and act as if rocky and i belonged. Not Hard. We walked along until we got by the final fence line then cut to the left and climbed directly into the burn. Once again i was looking for my flower indicator (full bloom) and moved quickly up the slope looking all the way. i could see in the distance the blooms--and moved towards them. Suddenly a morel popt up. I was in a bowl of downed, burned timber. The ponderosa pine needles turning copper brown and falling from the limbs. It is beautiful-ashes and life springing forth greens of every shade, bright yellow. blue poka dots and black on black. and morels. I gathered them up.peeking, crawling,leaning,stretching- reaching. The morels doing their best to hide. I worked my way thru the patch. Finishing I looked for another patch of flowers above me. i crawled up-saw some good timber-lots of flowers no morels. A home had come into view. It was gorgeous,manicured with downed burned timber all around it. Rocky who had nothing better to do after inspecting my efforts had gone to visit. I prayed no one was home. My legs were tiring-i looked for a way to leave. the house was on the other side of a ravine with was access to my entry point. I prayed no one was home-I crossed the ditch rocky running around their house. The quickest way around and away was on the left..i moved quickly, call rocky who was sniffing the front door. come now i whispered.. Down the hill we went trying to put some distance between us.. Ahundred feet from the house "hay you fucking asshole get off my land..I.m calling the cops" he disappeared. He reappeared. " I called the cops Trespassing is a 382$ fine you thief! get off my land. I retreated-He was apoplectic with rage and helplessness. yelling thief,trespasser. He was rt of course. But, if i had oil on my land; He wouldn,t hesitate to take my land and call me stupid. I and R retreated ,staying quiet. Rocky watched me. i found another bowl, I picked them. I was on top of a little cliff . Below were homes, and just beyond my van. We were in a real fix it was sat. 5 PM; I could here several voices to my rt. No matter I had no choice, we went down thru a slit in the rock and into a well built fence. a fence capable of keeping both rocky and out. We had to move forward the road was a hundred ft away the van a hundred yards.The fence was $" mesh with barbwire strung on top. Rocky could not get thru, crawling over the top was possible but dangerous for me.. I noticed a palate tied to the fence--perhaps-- I looked at there was a chain around the top corner locked to a fence post. ?? How am i going to do this. If this is the door where are the hinges? I grabbed the left side and gave it a good tug up. It moved! There were no hinges--I pulled it open. I put the gate back, unnoticeable. We moved toward, lumps in our throat, the house. the backyard was fenced--we retreat and tried the rt, there were two old cars. we were out! We walked along the road, they van directly a head--We walked by the left--then doubled back and put rocky in. A Black SUV appeared out of no wear, stopped and wrote down my licence number. It went down the street turned around - drove past, around the corner and parked. Te Jig was up! I got in and left. They had accomplished there mission to terrorize me. But RnI had accomplished our mission.
i didn,t count on the fact that my prediction that their would be mushrooms in both spots,would be so acurrate that the mushrooms in dishman hills were also 2 days older.??
Friday, May 4, 2012
What the Sheriff had to say (2)
It.s, mushroom season and i,ve found found myself in unlikely spots. On my daily walks, i,ve noted the daily changes in the plant community from January to today. how the plants grow. and why morels appear every spring in the places they do. Yesterday i put myself to the test and rocky too. i had predicted that a certain spot on mt baldy, under/near the power lines, would contain old as well as new mushrooms. And if it was true- i could predict where the first morels of the season were likely to be. The challenge, required a trip to the top of Mt. Baldy.
As usual there are two ways to walk there. One is difficult the other more so. Spot one lied on the other side of the mtn. down about 500 ft. On the way up the tower (gated) road--only republicans have a key.-- I started down to the left , following a ravine to the power lines on the s.e. flank of mt baldy. It looked
It.s, mushroom season and i,ve found found myself in unlikely spots. On my daily walks, i,ve noted the daily changes in the plant community from January to today. how the plants grow. and why morels appear every spring in the places they do. Yesterday i put myself to the test and rocky too. i had predicted that a certain spot on mt baldy, under/near the power lines, would contain old as well as new. And if it was true- i could predict where the first morels of the season were likely to be. The Problem was that required a trip to the top of Mt. Baldy.
As usual there are two ways to walk there. One is difficult the other more so. Spot one lied on the other side of the mtn. down about 500 ft. On the way up the tower (gated) road--only republicans have a key.-- I started down to the left , following a good when i arrived at a. sunny location.under a power line. There were no morels, something was missing. Above me lay the top, seemingly straight up. *reminder* Below the planes were taking off at Felts Field. It was cold,misty,rainy cold. rocky scampered ahead--staying above me-as i worked my slow ponderous way up, ever up with rocky leading the way. Inspecting a forest downed by chainsaw during a fire---a perfect spot..no schrooms..to impale yourself on a blacked-broken tree,lying crossways below you.. I moved slowly, rocky watched--it was tough,dangerous, but kept me warm..
On the other side of the mountain. a small area (s.w.) had attracted me . I walked over and discovered a ridge one side to the east-the other west. I checked the east side-- nothing.. The west slope was BINGO.. there were fresh mushrooms and old mixed together on a terribly steep slope and well hidden. my feet started to ache . by the time i finished , my legs burned and my feet hurt. Rocky waited patiently for me. I kept to my plan stayed in the mushroom zone and worked my way back to the street. I was tired rocky was quiet--the sheriff said he was well behaved. Rocky was cold.
* consult topo sheet
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