Under the circumstances, someone less experienced and less mature than myself, might not have been able to read the wild-eyed officer as well, and there is no question that he was ready to shoot to kill. Someone else would’ve probably been dead. That was my assessment when it happened, and it still is today.
Isn’t killing a police officer serious? Of course it is, and I’m not making excuses for Albarran. But, the very fact that we have a civilized system that includes an organized method of determining the disposition of crime, and that that system includes police officers who go about doing their job – hopefully in a civilized manner – is the same system that by definition says that even convicts are not to be killed, or allowed to commit suicide, while in prison.
It’s impossible for me to believe that there are people who would actually call Toya Graham a hero. Of course, a parent should be concerned and even involved when their child is about to do something that could get them into serious trouble. On the other hand, if she had been a good parent to begin with, he probably wouldn’t have picked up the rock to begin with.
And just one more thing. I like Henry Louis Gates and his remake of “Roots.” And, I know some people may not think he is European enough, never-the-less, he is my nomination to be the next Cuban Ambassador. Now, Cosmo and Steve Harvey are gonna start aksing funny too. The moral of the story is: ain’t nobody straight, if everybody be aksing funny.
As mentioned in this column title, Oakwood College students have a history of protest and kudos to them for responsible public action. They protested last week during rush hour traffic and pulled it off without violence or even an arrest, and still managed to shut down traffic on University Drive for several minutes.
While the TV advertisement is for a texting app, there does seem to be some overtures and inuendo that answers and/or offers mea-culpa for my allegations. Either way, it’s just another extraordinary show of arrogance and inappropriate behaviour discussed in the previous column. Move over Ferguson, he comes Huntsville…
That a jailer can’t see someone is dying because it’s too expensive to bother with, that a poorly trained police officer finds it more efficient to kill someone wielding a knife because it’s “in accordance with Departmental policies,” and he can get away with it, that gang violence in the jail can go totally unchecked allowing an innocent victim to be brutally murdered, that the promotion of Lewis Morris Jr. actually stands as an endorsement of child molestation and torture… are all the exemplary results of the attitude that Tommy Battle embraces.
No doubt about it, knives can be dangerous, as evidenced by the recent beheadings of singled out westerners by Middle Eastern Islamic extremists. All the knife wielding terrorist needed to do the dirty deed, was a fixed blade knife about six inches long… and a hostage with a bag over his head, and his hands tied behind his back, and a dozen or so like minded henchmen with automatic weapons on stand by.
Survivor Island is just a show, and whether or not John Rocker wins that game, Obamacare and neo-Nazism are no game. The constitution, and literally the future of this country, are being threatened by genomics gone wild. There is already no question in my mind, the cure will prove to be worse than the disease that may not even exist anyway.
I don’t mean to suggest that it’s an uncomplicated equation. Even still, individual situations can be evaluated and then building materials, propane, carbon monoxide detectors, solar panels, and maybe even electric and water hook-ups, can be provided resulting in a more responsible “due diligence” when the well-being of the individual is placed ahead of political agendas and arbitrary regulation that has no legal validity in context anyway.
Chris Christy. What’s up with the Disco Fever thing? If he’s trying to move past the bridge debacle, and critical observations about his obesity, I don’t think bouncing around on stage like a beach ball in heat is gonna do it.
The offense was strictly taboo, and as class president I immediately considered it my responsibility to correct the problem. I turned around and headed up three or four flights of bleachers and down the row, grabbing the flag pole and demanding that it be relinquished into my custody.
