Baltimore murder rate skyrockets

Baltimore Murder Rates SkyrocketStatistically, it should be no shock that murder rates and the clearance of murders in the City of Baltimore are mutually exclusive.  (Baltimore homicide map is here, for reference, as well as a Baltimore murder list and map here).  From the BaltimoreSun.com:

A total of 191 people have been killed in Baltimore in 2015. Forty-five people were killed in July alone, matching the all-time monthly high from 1972, when the city had 275,000 more residents. Forty-two people were killed in May, the month after the death of Freddie Gray in police custody sparked riots.

The violence this year is in some ways unprecedented: No previous year has had two months with more than 40 killings, and the 116 killed from May to July is a three-month high in data kept since 1970.

As a result, the feds have decided they are going to embed themselves with Baltimore PD detectives.  These are the same actual detectives portrayed in the non-fiction David Simon book “Homicide, A Year on the Killing Streets,” as well as the fictional NBC TV series of a similar name, and the fictional HBO series “The Wire.”  Except: those who know say the TV series and particularly the HBO series were remarkably realistic in many aspects.

Because of the increased murder rate and the concomitant clearance rate (Baltimore has a homicide clearance rate of 36% which, frankly, is beyond abysmal) the feds are hoped to be the deus ex machina.  Yet, a Baltimore axiom will continue to be:

Everyone lies. Murderers lie because they have to; witnesses and other participants lie because they think they have to; everyone else lies for the sheer joy of it, and to uphold a general principle that under no circumstances do you provide accurate information to a cop.

Federal agents embedded with Baltimore detectives; there’s a match made in heaven.  These agents won’t know the streets like the BPD detectives do; they won’t know the players, the families, the victims like BPD does.  This is a bureaucratic ploy to make it appear that Baltimore and their DC Masters are “doing something.”

Yes, the Baltimore murder rate is skyrocketing.  Young black urban males are stacked up like cordwood.

And this is of a concern, why?

This is precisely what Demorats and Leftists have been pushing, so they are reaping nothing but what they have sown — not simply over the past week, or past month, or past year — but what they have sown since the early 1960s.

This outcome was completely predictable and not unforeseen whatsoever.  It’s been building for decades.  The Demorats have been pushing one meme over all, and that is this:

Black lives really don’t matter.

Because young urban black males have become something of a doomed culture.  One of the largest things that doomed cultures lack is the ability to conduct introspection and self-examination. This requires not only self-awareness but an amount of education, which by and large most urban blacks not only do not seem to possess but apparently have no interest in acquiring. That mindset does not allow for alternate propositions or methods. To a degree various corruptive cultures are also responsible for the overall decline of this nation. The “gangbanger” culture has been more corruptive than most and runs across all — and I mean ALL — ethnicities. There is Mexican rap, there is Tongan rap, there is Icelandic rap.  This stems from the young black urban male culture and is endemic globally.  It is not a productive cultural element.

The corruption has been so terribly inculcated over the years that most urban blacks are completely unaware that those who “promise more” to blacks are actually their slavemasters, and provide the chains with which altogether too many blacks willingly and ignorantly bind themselves.

The Demorats, under Johnson’s “Great Society,” helped to remove the black male from the family equation by dint of cash promised to young black mothers without fathers. When blacks discovered they could get cash in certain non-familial situations and, further, acquire more cash with more children, the culture was on its way down. This, of course, bled over into the rest of the nation and helped to create the dooming entitlement philosophy.

So it is no shock that Baltimore murder rates are skyrocketing.  Because, I reiterate, black lives do not matter.  They do not matter to Leftists.  They do not matter to Demorats.

And they do not matter to those who are in charge of Baltimore.  Baltimore is a city by the blacks, of the blacks and for the blacks.  Slightly over half of its department is black.  The person in charge of the incident involving Freddie Gray was a black female sergeant.  Baltimore city bureaucrats and its mayor are black.

Let’s go one step further.

Leftists embrace abortion.  They clearly embrace Planned Parenthood.  Planned Parenthood is the agency whose employees and/or agents are shown via a number of videos (now available publicly) to be at best indifferently and at worst coldly and calculatingly parting-out aborted babies — possibly for profit, in contravention of the 1993 federal law prohibiting same — 42 U.S.C. 289g.

If one investigates Planned Parenthood, one discovers it was started by Margaret Sanger in 1916.  Sanger was a prominent leader in the Eugenics movement.  Her quotes include:

Colored people are like human weeds and are to be exterminated.

“The most merciful thing that the large family does to one of its infant members is to kill it.”

“Birth control must lead ultimately to a cleaner race.”

“We should hire three or four colored ministers, preferably with social-service backgrounds, and with engaging personalities.  The most successful educational approach to the Negro is through a religious appeal. We don’t want the word to go out that we want to exterminate the Negro population, and the minister is the man who can straighten out that idea if it ever occurs to any of their more rebellious members.”

This is the woman, by the way, whom Hillary Clinton admires.

  • Planned Parenthood conducts 1.6 million abortions annually, according to CDC statistics.
  • They receive more than half a billion dollars annually in taxpayer funding.
  • It is against US law to perform abortions in a manner designed to preserve heart, lung, liver and other organs intact. Yet for Planned Parenthood, this is exactly what they are doing according to their own admissions on camera.
  • Sales of baby organs are big business for Planned Parenthood’s coffers. Details of actual dollars generated are still withheld from public scrutiny.

There are now more abortions among Blacks in New York than there are live births.

It looks like Sanger is getting her wish from a hundred years ago.

Let us not forget that Planned Parenthood is federally funded, to the tune of $540.6 million dollars in fiscal year 2013.  Let us also not forget that it is estimated up to 80% of babies aborted are black or Hispanic.

Please allow me to state the obvious from physician specialist Elizabeth Lee Vliet: “Let’s be correct in terms: Abortion ends the life of a baby. In fact, if it isn’t a baby, then the woman isn’t pregnant.”

Finally: black lives don’t matter to each other.

So I have to ask an obvious question that apparently others haven’t the intelligence or courage to pose: if black lives don’t matter to each other, then why should I give one whit about whether an urban black male dies or not?

It is an amazing thing to me that there isn’t a mass uprising of those persons who finally realize what is being done to blacks and by blacks.

I summarize: it would appear that most evidence — clearly provided by Demorats and Leftists — indicates that black lives truly do not matter.

BZ

P.S.

Please read this article, “Six Things You Need To Know About the 5th Planned Parenthood Video.”  Prepare yourself.

 

Let’s tax the Caucasoids

Until Leftists started pushing race, I had never particularly thought about race issues in a strictly striated fashion.  Now I have to.  For no other reason than the rest of the nation by way of Leftists see race, sex, cash, location, food, shelter and most every other topic in a divisive and striated fashion.  Unity can go to hell in the United States, per Leftists.

Now Caucasoids need a tax.

Once again, by way of Mark Dice:

As I said before, I’ll say again. Stripped to bare essentials, Americans are ignorant and, here, “minorities” are racist.  I place the word “minority” in air quotes as Caucasoids are now the statistical minority in Fornicalia, where this video was taken.

Wake up, America.  Wake up from your slumbers and see what is around you.

It’s not good.

BZ

P.S.

As I am currently back down in Southern California (Anaheim to be precise), I may be taking a trip in a few minutes to the Ronald Reagan Library in Simi Valley, which is about 1.5 hours away.  My wife had business in SoCal and despises flying, so I volunteered to chauffeur.  If I do in fact visit the library, I’ll be taking copious photographs and some videos in order to craft a post.

 

Again, how stupid is the electorate?

Plenty stupid.

Extra crispy stuipid, in fact.  Yes, these stegosaurs actually vote.  Or they could if they were interested, which is an even more frightening prospect.

Of course, support the repeal of the Bill of Rights.  Freedom is so outdated.  Mark Dice proves so and documents his San Diego pier foray on video.

What inveterate morons.  “We live in a different world now.”

We sure as hell do.

BZ

 

Learn To Fly — The Rockin’ 1000

What if you were just one Italian guy, you really liked the Foo Fighters, and you wanted to honor them?

What if you wanted to honor them by somehow finding and hosting 1000 persons to play the song “Learn To Fly” — simultaneously?

What if it took you one entire year to coordinate the playing of just one song?

Just a few days ago, on July 26th, this is what resulted:

Check out the Rockin’ 1000.

I find this a wonderful song and admire Fabio Zaffagnini’s persistence.

Nicely played, sir.

BZ

 

TribbleFest 2015 in retrospect

HHRS TribbleFest Graphic 1It all started with a can of Monster, of course.  All long journeys do.  Okay, fine, alright, a can of Monster and a can of RockStar.  Alright, stop, enough.  A can of Monster, a can of RockStar and a stop at McDonald’s for a large diet Coke.

Sheesh.  You guys are relentless.  Really.

Though TribbleFest has been in existence since 2011, and I’ve been listening and advancing my Evil Agenda in the Hughniverse chatroom since at least that time via my website at BZ, I had never physically attended one of those “TribbleFest” thingies.  And I almost didn’t attend this one, but for a last moment’s reconsideration.

08-11-14 Samsung 544You see, I’ve just retired after 41 years in law enforcement.  This is one of my last photographs at work.  And I instantly went from relevant to irrelevant in one day.  That was tough for me, mentally, to take.

I’d heard the TribbleFest was imminent but first thought: no, just sit this year’s festivities out.  Then I decided: yeah, take a break.  Why not embrace your internal schizoid?  I finally determined I didn’t want to be the one sitting at home and listening to the radio vicariously whilst everyone else was potentially having at least one metric tonne of fun (the equivalent of approximately 2,204.6 pounds of fun).

So I signed upThanks to Tami Jay for assisting me with the extremely last moment arrangements on most every level, from the Fairfield Inn to Disneyland.

“Once upon a time, on the second floor of a strip mall in Irvine.  .  .”

Samsung Note 4, 7-20-2015 580I started before sunrise at 4:30 AM to be precise, Wednesday the 15th.  I thought it would take me a good 10 hours to reach Lost Angeles.

Samsung Note 4, 7-20-2015 585I got to Newhall, which means a terrible thing to me and the California law enforcement community, but mostly nothing to everyone else.  Four CHP officers died in Newhall in 1970.  They perished not because they were necessarily outgunned, but because their tactics fell behind that of their aggressors, who knew what they would do in advance.  That was a seminal day for law enforcement, which changed the way it trains at least statewide.

In truth, I greatly overestimated the time it took to arrive in LA, as I had failed to account for the Kenworth Factor.  That is to say, if you don’t at least equal or better the overall 85-to-90 mph speed of surrounding Kenworth traffic on I-5, you’re going to get your ass run over.  It also seemed as though my GPS could only say “keep left.”  A lot.  I was driving in Fornicalia, after all.

Therefore, I arrived at the Tustin Fairfield Inn & Suites at 11:30 AM and, kudos to them, I was given a room immediately.  They didn’t have to do that (check-in is at 3 PM) but they did.  The staff was quite kind and the gesture much appreciated.

Samsung Note 4, 7-20-2015 595That said, I arrived a day early as did Jay Dub, Major Bob and Major Bob’s best half.  We met and had dinner at J.T. Schmid’s in The District.

For those unknowing, The District is one of the most hideously-foul shopping centers in America.  Packed with cars, it is confusing, confounding, tight, its roads are small, parking spaces smaller, and you can’t get wherever you want to go from wherever you are.  It invites you in readily with no stop signs whatsoever.  The problem is, you can’t get out.  Ever.  It’s planned that way.  It’s planned to make your passengers pissed off and quite verbal because you can’t — no one can — seem to extricate yourself from its evil grip.

That was Wednesday, my driving day.  Thursday the 16th was everyone else’s fly-in/drive-in day.  I met Eyelah, Tami Jay, and Tribbles to be named later when we

Samsung Note 4, 7-20-2015 598Eyelah and Jay Dub navigate technology that leaves BZ light years behind.

congregated at Lucille’s for dinner.  It was here that the rest of TribbleDom was introduced to me, and Hugh Hewitt producer Duane (I Wish I Had A Producer) Patterson (and his glorious wife, Mrs P) made a surprise appearance, handing out gumballs, Turkish towels (with a generous thread count) and small plastic painted frogs you get in Ensenada which can be affixed to your dash with tape for personal amusement.

Samsung Note 4, 7-20-2015 604Here, a clutch of Tribbles (A passel of Tribbles? A feast of Tribbles? A congealment of Tribbles?) enjoy the pre-dinner conversation.

Samsung Note 4, 7-20-2015 619GTS93 and Tami Jay, first night of TribbleFest 2015.

The dinner at Lucille’s was great (ribs, chicken, sauce, salad, fixin’s) and the atmosphere was convivial and relaxed.  I was formally introduced to many more fellow HHRS devotees and began to wonder: just how and where did this sobriquet of “Tribble” originate?  Of course, because my memory chips are mostly mush, I failed to ask the obvious question.  All trip.  Though I would wonder at night and forget the next morning that I had wondered at night.

Samsung Note 4, 7-20-2015 610Bedford Guy archives his trip with CG and GTS93.

Samsung Note 4, 7-20-2015 631DP receives a shirt gifted from DaveinAZ and L, as MB and Major Bob watch.  No, the shirt was not misspelled, a crease covered two letters.

DaveinAZ & DPDaveinAZ (L) and DP (R). Dave would have another graphic surprise or two up his sleeve for later, we discovered.

The next day was our raison d’etre: Disneyland.  The Tribbles would pack their finest sunblock, iPads, tablets, hats, cameras and don their most comfy walking shoes.

Samsung Note 4, 7-20-2015 645There we were on Friday: the happiest place on earth, with Disneyland celebrating its 60th anniversary.  It was suggested the population would swell to 120,000 persons on July 17th of 2015.  And boy, could you tell.  The high was 88 degrees that day.

Tribbles At 60th Anniversary Disneyland“Pod-o-Tribbles” adjacent the Matterhorn, to include MB, Bedford Guy, Eyelah, Mrs MB, CG, Tami Jay and Jay Dub.

The day at Disneyland exists so that the Tribbles can watch the Hugh Hewitt show, live, near the town square, and to support and cheer on producer Duane Patterson in his multiple-round journey through the ride “It’s A Small World.”

Duane Patterson Thusly ApproachethDP thusly approacheth.

Samsung Note 4, 7-20-2015 665Duane later wrote in chat:

5:33 Generalissimo: I have decided that when stretched, I have a 12 hour bladder, sir.

5:34 Generalissimo: you gradually starve and dehydrate yourself all day. that’s the trick.

I asked: how did the idea of riding around in an IASW boat get concocted?

5:40 Generalissimo: Hugh hatched the idea in 2005. Disney’s 50th was coming up, and he was in Phoenix, as was I for some strange reason, and he was giving a speech. I was on the side of the room trying my best to ignore him, and he singled me out for recognition, and then he told them that Disney was coming up, and this was what he was going to do – 50 times to celebrate. I gave him the f-you face without the finger, being in public and all.

5:42 Generalissimo: people felt sorry for me on one level, but there was a sadistic car-crashy side to it that made it funny.

Samsung Note 4, 7-20-2015 669TamiJay, DP, Jay Dub, Bedford Guy, CG, MB, S and Eyelah cruise in watery comfort.

So by gum, we walked over to support Duane in his efforts and soon learned that there was a very purposeful and crafty side to his apparent madness: the bulk of time spent per lap is in cool, air-conditioned comfort.  I Grokked that concept quickly.

Samsung Note 4, 7-20-2015 674A short time later, Duane turned around and took a photo of those sitting behind him, to include Eyelah, BZ and Tami Jay.  In twelve hours, Duane made an astounding 54 laps around the water course.  Not one pee stop, either, yet surrounded by lapping water.  You’re a better man than I, Gunga Din.

We hit the House of Blues (just outside Disneyland near the trams) for lunch and sat under some strategically-placed blue umbrellas for maximum shade.  A wedge salad sounded refreshing.

L, DaveinAZ, M, Major Bob, MBSitting down at the House of Blues was a nice respite from a very warm day, having been on our feet from 8 am to noon.

DaveinAZ & Mr Fastbucks House of BluesHere, Mr Fastbucks learns that 1) he has been voted as recipient of the bill, and 2) DaveinAZ is ordering filet and lobster tails for everyone.

After lunch, I had orders from the Home Office to purchase a figure of Stuart, one of the Minions of Despicable Me fame.  I shortly discovered that, though Pixar (the studio producing the Minions) had been purchased by Disney, it was Universal Studios who owned the rights to the Minions themselves.  Hence, no Minions in Disneyland.

The Hugh Hewitt radio show ramped up at 3 PM Pacific, with Disneyland artist and historian Stacia Martin as his constant guest throughout.

DSC02653-AHugh with Stacia Martin, preparing for live broadcast on LA’s AM 870, The Answer.

As I worked in radio during the mid-to-late portion of the 70s, from Ohio to Fornicalia (and for KFBK), I was very curious how a remote worked these days.

DSC02670Remotes are now apparently run by laptops and a small board with sliders.

Back in my time everything was manufactured by Sparta, including the boards with round potentiometers (called pots), VU meter, cart decks and turntables, with some open Sennheiser headphones or my beloved Koss Pro4AA phones.

Hugh Hewitt began his live broadcast under rather warm conditions whilst bands played loudly in the town square adjacent the front entrance of Disneyland.

DSC02658Hugh was presented with the now world-famous Troutslayer and The Queen shirts, courtesy of graphics genius DaveInAZ and his wife Mrs Dave, modeled thusly.

HH TroutSlayer PerceptionHere we see the outcome of Hugh’s trout fishing experience as he envisioned.  Great T-shirt graphic, eh wot?

HH TroutSlayer RealityCompare and contrast to what were rumored as the actual results.

DSC02661As Hugh interviewed various guests and took calls from HHRS listeners, Stacia was constantly drawing.

HHRS 2HHRS 5Various moments during the Hugh Hewitt Radio Show on LA’s AM 870, The Answer.

Hewitt & BZHugh paused to take photographs with the various Tribbles extant, including yon author.

HHRS 7Cut, it’s a wrap.  Hugh acknowledges the TribbleFest contingent.  “Now get out,” we were told.  So we did, toting various forms of sunburns, sore feet, extra toys and gurp back to our cars.

Buca de Beppo DinnerTime for some Italian food at Buca de Beppo in Garden Grove, and dinner with DP and Mrs DP, amongst others.

Samsung Note 4, 7-20-2015 693Samsung Note 4, 7-20-2015 696Following my consumption of two 7.9 pound BdB meatballs, DP held court and provided some “inside baseball” factoids about radio.  Mum’s the word.

And just like that, it was Saturday already; many Tribs visited Balboa Island.  As my feet were broken and still flaming despite numerous dunkings in the toilet (the room didn’t have a tub!), I let them rest and spent time with Eyelah, CG and Jay Dub.  We visited various points of interest and — zounds — as we were chowing down burgers at Five Guys, it began to actually rain.  Our mouths fell open and bits of burger fell out.

CG & BZCG and BZ huddle in fear at the prospect of having to face fluids falling vertically from the SoCal sky.  Then we charged our phones.

Samsung Note 4, 7-20-2015 703Jay Dub and Eyelah likewise quake in abject terror, knowing that they will soon have to face the distinct and recoiling moisture of an angry Orange County.  What did we do to deserve such unspeakable treatment?

This, of course, called — scratch that, screamed — for a stop at Starbucks.  We watched, aghast, as more liquid assailed the streets and sidewalks of Tustin.  Then we decided to get ready for our “farewell dinner” at Taco Rosa in Irvine.

TR1 TR2We said our initial goodbyes and dined on tasty Mexican food, washed down with only the most pure of filtered waters; no heinous alcohol tainted our pristine palates.

Samsung Note 4, 7-20-2015 715Some of us, however, upon returning to the hotel from Taco Rosa, changed up our heads and decided to, at the urging of Mr Fastbucks, engage in a game of Cards Against Humanity in the rain.  This ran to some unknown point beyond midnight.  Motel occupants later opened windows and began throwing dead fish and stale cats down upon our rain-glistened pates, which compelled us to call it a morning.  Those are not liquor bottles.  Major Bob is wondering why he always acquired cards with the word “pustulence” on them.

Samsung Note 4, 7-20-2015 725The familiar Fairfield Inn fire pit, doused by rain.  Zounds!

That Sunday morning the bulk of Tribbles departed.  I, however, decided to stay one extra night as — I discovered — did DaveInAZ and L.  Because of the torrential rains in SoCal, a section of I-10 washed out completely, cutting off that main route from LA to Phoenix and points east.  Luckily, Major Bob, M and Jay Dub made it over that portion of the I-10 a short time before the collapse itself.

I spent Sunday bopping around various bookstores in the area and then enjoyed a nice dinner at the Outback in Irvine, graced by the presence of Mr & Mrs DaveInAZ.  We pitched tales of woe, discontent, triumph, gluttony, sloth and small plastic frogs quite similar to the ones handed out by Duane a few days prior.  A grand time was had by all.

And that would be equally applicable to my time in the company of the Tribbles, my new friends.  I now have faces and histories and good times to associate with their names.  I met a host of wonderful people who spared no emotional or fiscal expense in order to make me feel welcome and right at home.  I thank everyone for their kindness, their welcoming demeanor and miens.  You made me immediately feel as though I was already a part of the “team” and that this was nothing more than a reunion, which it certainly was for most.

My thanks to Hugh Hewitt, Duane Patterson, Tami Jay, and the staff of the Fairfield Inn & Suites, who treated me and the Tribbles with grace and courtesy.

SLAUSON CUT-OFF In LAI barely missed the Slauson cut-off on the way back up to NorteCal.

God bless you for your kindnesses, may you all be well and healthy.  It was an absolute pleasure to meet every one of you, and I fully intend to rekindle our friendship next year, same Bat time, same Bat channel.

BZ

P.S.

See Page 60 for my review of the Slauson cut-off.