Sunday, July 14, 2013

#NoJustice? Trayvon Martin and G. Zimmerman. A case of stupid.


Everyone else wants to practice armchair law with this case.



My turn.



This was stupid from minute one.



Before I begin, I should note that my family has a saying. "Never attribute to malice what can be equally attributed to stupidity." And I think that was a case of stupid from the word go. Not from the filing of the prosecution. Not from the police investigation. But from the minute Mr. Zimmerman (GZ) closed with Martin. From there, it was a boatload of stupid.



1. Listening to the (unedited) 911 call, GZ at least gave a description of an unknown (to him) person in a gated community that has been the victim of break ins. When asked about race, he answered black. Okay, fine. His description of Trayvon was pretty standard and generic, an overall profile. He wasn't sure what ethnicity Trayvon was in the actual transcripts.



 2. Trayvon Martin (TM) is approached by someone he considered a "crazy white cracker." He was confronted, and GZ apparently started to walk away.



3. We know that there was a fight. Witnesses and forensic evidence proves that TM was on top (GZ's back was wet, and TM's knees were, so GZ was flat on his back on the ground, with TM straddling him, bouncing his skull off of said ground).



3a. Who started the fight? Well, if GZ did, TM would have been dead without a fight. Gunshot to the head. Done. We know that the gun never came out during the initial confrontation. If TM did, as GZ said, attacked him from behind on the way back to the car. So that has a ring of truth. However, if that's the truth, then TM would have had to have been stupid to attack someone who he believed was crazy. However, I can actually believe that. Why? He's a teenage male, so I assume that aggressive and stupid is automatic. He was also on weed at the time, so who knows what was going through his brain. Trayvon was also a wannabe MMA fighter, with a history of violent outbursts.  Bad things happen with that combination.



4. I'm going to exempt the police from blame here because they seemed to be rather thorough, and even sent the case to the DA's office to see whether or not they should prosecute.



5. The case was shaky from A-Z. Who prepped these witnesses? TM"s father was unemotional and unsure about who was screaming for help on the 911 call. The girlfriend had apparently signed a hand written affidavit that she couldn't read. The ME's office was contradictory and unclear about what results he drew. The ME’s office was never at the scene of the crime. The EMT’s, who WERE there, thought GZ should go to the hospital



5a. When the FBI investigation originally couldn't put together a case for civil rights violation against GZ (which is usually an easy thing to do. It is the DOJ; if you've ever made a racial joke ever, they will find out and use it against you). They couldn’t make the case.



So, while I think that GZ is an idiot, that is, sadly, not a crime. He didn’t know what he was getting into, and then he approached who he thought was a suspect, in the dead of night, and then turned his back on him. If TM had been armed, and the criminal GZ initially suspected, GZ would have been dead. Period. If disobeying a 911 officer’s suggestion was a crime, he should be in jail. It's not, so he's not. He had a damn gun (a long distance weapon), and he was told to not approach-- so why was GZ even within ROCK-THROWING distance of Martin? Why confront him at all? Why not just stay at a reasonable distance until the cops approached? If he were going to walk up to TM and kill him immediately, it would make sense to close, but he didn’t.



Like I said, stupid.



The prosecution didn't have a case beyond a reasonable doubt. Simple as that. No prosecution brings a case without having it rock solid, with nothing is uncertain. In this case, the evidence was inconclusive, at best, which is why it was initially rejected for prosecution. There is no sign that GZ is a racist, considering his friends, his volunteer time in community centers, and the fact that he is part Hispanic, Caucasian as well as black. Throw in political pressure, and you have what amounts to a show trial that was a crapshoot to start with.

Monday, July 1, 2013

Book Spotlight: “Naughty Delights”


We're doing something a little different today. A spotlight for a novel.  Roll with it, please.



Yes, it's a romance. I"m a romantic sap -- as I've said multiple times. I even have a love story save the world in A Pius Man (if you wonder how I do that... buy the book, blast it).



Anyway, and away we go.




**************************
















Excerpt:


This
is it,
Elizabeth
thought as she pushed through the door to deliver a large batch of
chocolate and vanilla sugar cookies to the display case. It was grand
opening day for Guilty Pleasures, and she couldn’t be more excited
or more nervous. Years of scrimping and saving had accumulated to
this day. In a matter of minutes the bakery would be open for
business, and their city would officially have their first taboo
sweet shop.



Elizabeth
took one final look around, making sure everything was perfect, when
Felicia, her business partner and friend, appeared next to her,
chomping on a fornication cookie.


Out
of all the sugary creations crafted for the shop, Elizabeth and
Felicia would agree these were the most fun to develop. They spent
many wine-filled nights brainstorming and researching ideas for the
inserts.


What’s
it say, babe?” Elizabeth asked, nodding toward the paper in
Felicia’s hand.


Felicia
laughed and read the naughty message, "Two heads are better than
one, but three, now that’s what I call a
party!"
As she tucked the paper into her back pocket, she asked, “I forget.
Was this yours or mine?”


I
actually think your man deserves credit for this one.” Grinning,
Elizabeth grabbed the sampler plate off the counter and walked toward
the front door, turning to take one final look around before the
place filled up. She couldn't be any prouder of the decor in her
little slice of heaven. She glanced to her left and smiled proudly as
she admired the photos on the wall.



The
food photographer they had hired did a fantastic job capturing the
beauty and sexiness of several corset cakes available for purchase.
But the icing on the cake, so to speak, was the mural to the right of
the entrance. A local artist painted "What Are Your Guilty
Pleasures" but the letters were actually naked people in
compromising naughty positions.



Felicia
giggled. “Oh yeah, it’s all coming back to me now. We definitely
drank way too much that night.”


Nodding
in agreement, Elizabeth turned on the neon sign and opened the doors
for business.



Already,
a few eager customers were waiting by the window. They actually
applauded when Elizabeth stepped out of the shop door. She greeted
them with a smile and offered them their choice of iced cocks or
boobs. She wasn’t surprised the guests blushed when they made their
selection and bit into the cookie. She expected to witness many rosy
cheeks in the hours ahead of them—giggles too.



As
the streets began to fill up with people going to work, Elizabeth
tried to coax even more passersby into the shop with her funny
shout-outs such as: “I bet our peckers taste as good as your man’s.
No wait, even better!” And, “Our breasts are fantastic and all
natural.”
All
the while she held up a naughty treat.



After
the bell dinged behind her a couple dozen times, she realized the
humorous approach to draw in customers was working like a charm. Now
with them inside, she had no doubt every person who’d entered the
shop erected from her dreams would be a repeat customer. And with
this thought, she knew the many dinners of Ramen noodles were well
worth the discomfort it cost her over the years.














Purchase link:
http://amzn.com/B00DELSA9K


Goodreads link for the story:
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18073879-naughty-delights





Contact
info:

Blog: http://www.dirkandkam.com
Facebook
Author page:
 https://www.facebook.com/DirkandKam


Goodreads'
links: 







Amazon
Author Pages:


http://amazon.com/author/kameronbrook


http://www.amazon.com/Dirk-Tyler/e/B00A8IDHMC/