"Crystal Moment" by Robert Peter Tristram Coffin: Crystal Moment
by Robert Peter Tristram Coffin
Once or twice this side of death
Things can make one hold his breath.
From my boyhood I remember
A crystal moment of September.
A wooded island rang with sounds
Of church bells in the throats of hounds.
A buck leaped out and took the tide
With jewels flowing past each side.
With his head high like a tree
He swam within a yard of me.
I saw the golden drop of light
In his eyes turned dark with fright.
I saw the forest's holiness
On him like a fierce caress.
Fear made him lovely past belief,
My heart was trembling like a leaf.
He leans towards the land and life
With need above him like a knife.
In his wake the hot hounds churned
They stretched their muzzles out and yearned.
They bayed no more, but swam and throbbed
Hunger drove them till they sobbed.
Pursued, pursuers reached the shore
And vanished. I saw nothing more.
So they passed, a pageant such
As only gods could witness much,
Life and death upon one tether
And running beautiful together.
Tuesday, October 04, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
AMERICAN DIGEST: InVerse Archives
AMERICAN DIGEST: InVerse Archives: Unknown Unknowns: The Found Poetry of Donald Rumsfeld
Unknown Unknowns: The Found Poetry of Donald Rumsfeld
Knowing
As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things
We know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say, we know
There are some things
We do not know.
But there are also
Unknown unknowns,
The ones we don’t know
We don’t know.
-- Donald Rumsfeld, 2003
Unknown Unknowns: The Found Poetry of Donald Rumsfeld
Knowing
As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things
We know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say, we know
There are some things
We do not know.
But there are also
Unknown unknowns,
The ones we don’t know
We don’t know.
-- Donald Rumsfeld, 2003
Closing Time @ AMERICAN DIGEST
Closing Time @ AMERICAN DIGEST: Closing Time
Closing Time
She was cruising down the Big Sur coast,
Looking for a little romance.
I was walking the edge of Highway One,
Hoping for a second chance.
She pulled that Ford to the side of the road.
I opened the door, got in.
Said, "My name's Adam, baby. What's yours?"
She said, "They call me Original Sin."
She didn't look like your high-school sweetheart.
She was no obvious beauty queen.
But she had something every man knows,
That fire that's felt not seen.
We coasted down that seaside highway
Until the evening fog rolled in,
Then checked ourselves into the Pines Motel,
Where I first knew Original Sin.
When I awoke the next morning
The room held nothing but me and a note.
"Nice knowing you, Adam, but I gotta roll.
See you around sometime," she wrote.
I wandered on down the side of the road,
Feeling just strange and tired.
Stuck out a thumb and a rig pulled over,
Said, "You want a job moving, you're hired."
We drifted along the curves below Sur
For most of that foggy morning,
Crawled over a hill and into a bunch
Of cops and cars with no warning.
Below the cliffs, out on the rocks
Was the smoldering wreck of a Ford.
Gulls swarmed over it, calling and calling,
Looking for a little reward.
"Another damn fool," said the trucker.
"Took the curve just a little too quick.
I seen it before and I'll see it again.
It's a killer of a road when its slick."
He edged round the cops and the gawkers,
Hit the gas, downshifted the gears.
"Pull over," I said, " and let me get out.
Far as I go is right here."
I walked back to Big Sur and got me a job.
Worked hard, got some money laid in,
And opened this bar by the side of the road,
And I named it Original Sin.
And sometimes halfway to morning,
When the last of the drunks have rolled home,
I find myself down by the Pines Motel,
And know that I'm never alone,
Know now that I'm never alone.
And that's my sad old story, pal.
Just one of a million I hear.
But this one's mine to know and to tell.
Tell me yours and I'll buy you a beer.
Tell me yours and its worth
One cold beer.
-- on the Coast, April 2005
Closing Time
She was cruising down the Big Sur coast,
Looking for a little romance.
I was walking the edge of Highway One,
Hoping for a second chance.
She pulled that Ford to the side of the road.
I opened the door, got in.
Said, "My name's Adam, baby. What's yours?"
She said, "They call me Original Sin."
She didn't look like your high-school sweetheart.
She was no obvious beauty queen.
But she had something every man knows,
That fire that's felt not seen.
We coasted down that seaside highway
Until the evening fog rolled in,
Then checked ourselves into the Pines Motel,
Where I first knew Original Sin.
When I awoke the next morning
The room held nothing but me and a note.
"Nice knowing you, Adam, but I gotta roll.
See you around sometime," she wrote.
I wandered on down the side of the road,
Feeling just strange and tired.
Stuck out a thumb and a rig pulled over,
Said, "You want a job moving, you're hired."
We drifted along the curves below Sur
For most of that foggy morning,
Crawled over a hill and into a bunch
Of cops and cars with no warning.
Below the cliffs, out on the rocks
Was the smoldering wreck of a Ford.
Gulls swarmed over it, calling and calling,
Looking for a little reward.
"Another damn fool," said the trucker.
"Took the curve just a little too quick.
I seen it before and I'll see it again.
It's a killer of a road when its slick."
He edged round the cops and the gawkers,
Hit the gas, downshifted the gears.
"Pull over," I said, " and let me get out.
Far as I go is right here."
I walked back to Big Sur and got me a job.
Worked hard, got some money laid in,
And opened this bar by the side of the road,
And I named it Original Sin.
And sometimes halfway to morning,
When the last of the drunks have rolled home,
I find myself down by the Pines Motel,
And know that I'm never alone,
Know now that I'm never alone.
And that's my sad old story, pal.
Just one of a million I hear.
But this one's mine to know and to tell.
Tell me yours and I'll buy you a beer.
Tell me yours and its worth
One cold beer.
-- on the Coast, April 2005
Poetry Lovers' Page - Rudyard Kipling: "The City of Brass"
Poetry Lovers' Page - Rudyard Kipling: "The City of Brass": "The City of Brass"
Rudyard Kipling
"The City of Brass"
1909
“Here was a people whom after their works
thou shalt see wept over for their lost dominion:
and in this palace is the last information
respecting lords collected in the dust.” –
The Arabian Nights.
In a land that the sand overlays – the ways to her gates are untrod –
A multitude ended their days whose gates were made splendid by God,
Till they grew drunk and were smitten with madness and went to their fall,
And of these is a story written: but Allah Alone knoweth all!
When the wine stirred in their heart their bosoms dilated.
They rose to suppose themselves kings over all things created –
To decree a new earth at a birth without labour or sorrow –
To declare: “We prepare it to-day and inherit to-morrow.”
They chose themselves prophets and priests of minute understanding,
Men swift to see done, and outrun, their extremest commanding –
Of the tribe which describe with a jibe the perversions of Justice –
Panders avowed to the crowd whatsoever its lust is.
Swiftly these pulled down the walls that their fathers had made them –
The impregnable ramparts of old, they razed and relaid them
As playgrounds of pleasure and leisure, with limitless entries,
And havens of rest for the wastrels where once walked the sentries;
And because there was need of more pay for the shouters and marchers,
They disbanded in face of their foemen their yeomen and archers.
They replied to their well-wishers’ fears – to their enemies laughter,
Saying: “Peace! We have fashioned a God Which shall save us hereafter.
We ascribe all dominion to man in his factions conferring,
And have given to numbers the Name of the Wisdom unerring.”
They said: “Who has hate in his soul? Who has envied his neighbour?
Let him arise and control both that man and his labour.”
They said: “Who is eaten by sloth? Whose unthrift has destroyed him?
He shall levy a tribute from all because none have employed him.”
They said: “Who hath toiled, who hath striven, and gathered possession?
Let him be spoiled. He hath given full proof of transgression.”
They said: “Who is irked by the Law? Though we may not remove it.
If he lend us his aid in this raid, we will set him above it!
So the robber did judgment again upon such as displeased him,
The slayer, too, boasted his slain, and the judges released him.
As for their kinsmen far off, on the skirts of the nation,
They harried all earth to make sure none escaped reprobation.
They awakened unrest for a jest in their newly-won borders,
And jeered at the blood of their brethren betrayed by their orders.
They instructed the ruled to rebel, their rulers to aid them;
And, since such as obeyed them not fell, their Viceroys obeyed them.
When the riotous set them at naught they said: “Praise the upheaval!
For the show and the world and the thought of Dominion is evil!”
They unwound and flung from them with rage, as a rag that defied them,
The imperial gains of the age which their forefathers piled them.
They ran panting in haste to lay waste and embitter for ever
The wellsprings of Wisdom and Strengths which are Faith and Endeavour.
They nosed out and digged up and dragged forth and exposed to derision
All doctrine of purpose and worth and restraint and prevision:
And it ceased, and God granted them all things for which they had striven,
And the heart of a beast in the place of a man’s heart was given. . . .
. . . . . . . .
When they were fullest of wine and most flagrant in error,
Out of the sea rose a sign – out of Heaven a terror.
Then they saw, then they heard, then they knew – for none troubled to hide it,
A host had prepared their destruction, but still they denied it.
They denied what they dared not abide if it came to the trail;
But the Sward that was forged while they lied did not heed their denial.
It drove home, and no time was allowed to the crowd that was driven.
The preposterous-minded were cowed – they thought time would be given.
There was no need of a steed nor a lance to pursue them;
It was decreed their own deed, and not a chance, should undo them.
The tares they had laughingly sown were ripe to the reaping.
The trust they had leagued to disown was removed from their keeping.
The eaters of other men’s bread, the exempted from hardship,
The excusers of impotence fled, abdicating their wardship,
For the hate they had taught through the State brought the State no defender,
And it passed from the roll of the Nations in headlong surrender!
Rudyard Kipling
"The City of Brass"
1909
“Here was a people whom after their works
thou shalt see wept over for their lost dominion:
and in this palace is the last information
respecting lords collected in the dust.” –
The Arabian Nights.
In a land that the sand overlays – the ways to her gates are untrod –
A multitude ended their days whose gates were made splendid by God,
Till they grew drunk and were smitten with madness and went to their fall,
And of these is a story written: but Allah Alone knoweth all!
When the wine stirred in their heart their bosoms dilated.
They rose to suppose themselves kings over all things created –
To decree a new earth at a birth without labour or sorrow –
To declare: “We prepare it to-day and inherit to-morrow.”
They chose themselves prophets and priests of minute understanding,
Men swift to see done, and outrun, their extremest commanding –
Of the tribe which describe with a jibe the perversions of Justice –
Panders avowed to the crowd whatsoever its lust is.
Swiftly these pulled down the walls that their fathers had made them –
The impregnable ramparts of old, they razed and relaid them
As playgrounds of pleasure and leisure, with limitless entries,
And havens of rest for the wastrels where once walked the sentries;
And because there was need of more pay for the shouters and marchers,
They disbanded in face of their foemen their yeomen and archers.
They replied to their well-wishers’ fears – to their enemies laughter,
Saying: “Peace! We have fashioned a God Which shall save us hereafter.
We ascribe all dominion to man in his factions conferring,
And have given to numbers the Name of the Wisdom unerring.”
They said: “Who has hate in his soul? Who has envied his neighbour?
Let him arise and control both that man and his labour.”
They said: “Who is eaten by sloth? Whose unthrift has destroyed him?
He shall levy a tribute from all because none have employed him.”
They said: “Who hath toiled, who hath striven, and gathered possession?
Let him be spoiled. He hath given full proof of transgression.”
They said: “Who is irked by the Law? Though we may not remove it.
If he lend us his aid in this raid, we will set him above it!
So the robber did judgment again upon such as displeased him,
The slayer, too, boasted his slain, and the judges released him.
As for their kinsmen far off, on the skirts of the nation,
They harried all earth to make sure none escaped reprobation.
They awakened unrest for a jest in their newly-won borders,
And jeered at the blood of their brethren betrayed by their orders.
They instructed the ruled to rebel, their rulers to aid them;
And, since such as obeyed them not fell, their Viceroys obeyed them.
When the riotous set them at naught they said: “Praise the upheaval!
For the show and the world and the thought of Dominion is evil!”
They unwound and flung from them with rage, as a rag that defied them,
The imperial gains of the age which their forefathers piled them.
They ran panting in haste to lay waste and embitter for ever
The wellsprings of Wisdom and Strengths which are Faith and Endeavour.
They nosed out and digged up and dragged forth and exposed to derision
All doctrine of purpose and worth and restraint and prevision:
And it ceased, and God granted them all things for which they had striven,
And the heart of a beast in the place of a man’s heart was given. . . .
. . . . . . . .
When they were fullest of wine and most flagrant in error,
Out of the sea rose a sign – out of Heaven a terror.
Then they saw, then they heard, then they knew – for none troubled to hide it,
A host had prepared their destruction, but still they denied it.
They denied what they dared not abide if it came to the trail;
But the Sward that was forged while they lied did not heed their denial.
It drove home, and no time was allowed to the crowd that was driven.
The preposterous-minded were cowed – they thought time would be given.
There was no need of a steed nor a lance to pursue them;
It was decreed their own deed, and not a chance, should undo them.
The tares they had laughingly sown were ripe to the reaping.
The trust they had leagued to disown was removed from their keeping.
The eaters of other men’s bread, the exempted from hardship,
The excusers of impotence fled, abdicating their wardship,
For the hate they had taught through the State brought the State no defender,
And it passed from the roll of the Nations in headlong surrender!
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Nanex - HFT Breaks Speed-of-Light Barrier, Sets Trading Speed World Record
Nanex - HFT Breaks Speed-of-Light Barrier, Sets Trading Speed World Record ALARM
On September 15, 2011, beginning at 12:48:54.600, there was a time warp in the trading of Yahoo! (YHOO) stock. HFT has reached speeds faster than the speed-of-light, allowing time travel into the future. Up to 190 milliseconds into the future, or 0.19 fantaseconds is the record so far. It all happened in just over one second of trading, the evidence buried under an avalanche of about 19,000 quotations and 3,000 individual trade executions. The facts of the matter are indisputable. Based on official exchange timestamps, there is unmistakable proof that YHOO trades were executed on quotes that didn't exist until 190 milliseconds later!
Let's make sure everyone understands what's being talked about here - there were trades executed on quotes that hadn't yet occurred.
Or at least this is what the timestamps represented.
There is absolutely no excuse for this. It is an absolutely trivial matter to have synchronized time nowdays. Not by 190 milliseconds, but by a fraction of a millisecond. In fact, with no effort whatsoever, the colocated server that runs this blog keeps time to within about one millisecond, and I could be more accurate if I cared to spend some money. That is, I literally am accurate within one millisecond spending zero, using only multiple Internet resources available to everyone (ntpd, to be precise.) When I ran MCSNet I had a radio clock that sync'd off WWVB and provided time to our network - I picked it up surplus for under $100 and it provided a "chime" timesource accurate to within about a half a millisecond. Modern GPS receivers can provide similar time service with nothing more than a cable (I have one here at my home in just this application) and likewise are not expensive.
So, what's going on here? Well, there are a couple of possibilities. Some of them are truly sinister. For example, the entire quote system may no longer give quotes to all the people at the same time, and thus the premise that you're trading against a fair market is a total farce. Your quotes go in front of or behind others, and others trade in front of or behind you. What's worse that activity could be happening selectively when it's bad for you and good for someone else, and there's no way for you to know!
There are, of course "innocent" explanations that do not involve intentional manipulation, but there's no way to prove them. When you no longer can reasonably depend on synchronization at the most-base level - that is, that a timestamp is a timestamp is a timestamp and all are accurate - then you're not trading or investing any more, you are probably playing at a poker table with a marked deck and confederates sharing their cards with the other players on a selective basis to rip you off.
The SEC won't stop this crap as is quite clear from the facts over more than a year's time so what options do you have left?
On September 15, 2011, beginning at 12:48:54.600, there was a time warp in the trading of Yahoo! (YHOO) stock. HFT has reached speeds faster than the speed-of-light, allowing time travel into the future. Up to 190 milliseconds into the future, or 0.19 fantaseconds is the record so far. It all happened in just over one second of trading, the evidence buried under an avalanche of about 19,000 quotations and 3,000 individual trade executions. The facts of the matter are indisputable. Based on official exchange timestamps, there is unmistakable proof that YHOO trades were executed on quotes that didn't exist until 190 milliseconds later!
Let's make sure everyone understands what's being talked about here - there were trades executed on quotes that hadn't yet occurred.
Or at least this is what the timestamps represented.
There is absolutely no excuse for this. It is an absolutely trivial matter to have synchronized time nowdays. Not by 190 milliseconds, but by a fraction of a millisecond. In fact, with no effort whatsoever, the colocated server that runs this blog keeps time to within about one millisecond, and I could be more accurate if I cared to spend some money. That is, I literally am accurate within one millisecond spending zero, using only multiple Internet resources available to everyone (ntpd, to be precise.) When I ran MCSNet I had a radio clock that sync'd off WWVB and provided time to our network - I picked it up surplus for under $100 and it provided a "chime" timesource accurate to within about a half a millisecond. Modern GPS receivers can provide similar time service with nothing more than a cable (I have one here at my home in just this application) and likewise are not expensive.
So, what's going on here? Well, there are a couple of possibilities. Some of them are truly sinister. For example, the entire quote system may no longer give quotes to all the people at the same time, and thus the premise that you're trading against a fair market is a total farce. Your quotes go in front of or behind others, and others trade in front of or behind you. What's worse that activity could be happening selectively when it's bad for you and good for someone else, and there's no way for you to know!
There are, of course "innocent" explanations that do not involve intentional manipulation, but there's no way to prove them. When you no longer can reasonably depend on synchronization at the most-base level - that is, that a timestamp is a timestamp is a timestamp and all are accurate - then you're not trading or investing any more, you are probably playing at a poker table with a marked deck and confederates sharing their cards with the other players on a selective basis to rip you off.
The SEC won't stop this crap as is quite clear from the facts over more than a year's time so what options do you have left?
Friday, September 16, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Yahoo!
Yahoo!
Census Info
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Census Info
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Saturday, September 10, 2011
FORGOTTEN PROPHETS
FORGOTTEN PROPHETS
Pulp
I'm pretty pleased with myself. More so than usual, that is. I've long been thinking about smoothieing salads, but haven't gotten around to it until now. Juicing is not actually all that incredibly great an idea -- mostly what you're getting is the carbs and some colored water -- good nutrients in that, but it's only part of what should be available. All that pulp is fiber, and all that color in the pulp is nutrition, usually being tossed out. Waste is a sin.
So I hunted up my old Champion Juicer that I bought in 1979 (before I was born, since I'm only 29), and put it to use. (It's still going strong, like me!)
Mine’s yellow too!
The juice comes dripping out the square bottom there, into a bowl or something, and the pulp comes out the barrel into another bowl as a rather obscene-looking tubular extrusion. Not a great design, I affirm, what with all these bowls, but there you go. I took bags of frozen chopped spinach and Brussels sprouts and mustard greens and turnip leaves, and romaine lettuce and endives and parsley and arugula, celery and yellow carrots and half a red onion, and so on -- all the salad stuff that it's a chore to eat -- and jammed it through and then mixed it all together again, juice and pulp, in the blender. Got about 6 cups full of slow thick green goo. Put them in the freezer, ready to go.
Had some last night -- drop the frozen block into the blender, add lots of water, get something more than two glasses out if it. Add a bit of Braggs for seasoning. Sip, don't swill. Icy cold. Really, it's pretty good. Quite good. All things told, it's easy. Get five days or a week's worth done at a time, the equivalent of an unreasonably big and onerous salad, but nothing except fantastic nutrition. It is, frankly, a genius idea. Makes literally every nutrient available, no need for cooking since the fiber is completely broken up, sipped so there's no overwhelming of the enteric enzymes, really easy. How else could anybody be expected to eat chard, whatever that is, or bok choy, whatever that is. Yuck.
For my recent 29th birthday someone gave me a gift certificate for a massage ... a therapeutic massage. I have to admit I'm feeling some trepidation about it. Scoured the website searching for the difference between deep tissue, Thai and shiatsu, and not finding it. That troubles me. I'll have to talk to someone and I'd rather read than talk. Well, they're masseuses, not web designers slash professional communicators. My tissue has the consistency of a leather bag filled with fist-sized rocks. It seems there's something more to health than just a superb diet and an amazing capacity for stellar athletic performance. It fills me with inexplicable melancholy, the idea that we need other people, sometimes, to maybe touch us.
Pulp
I'm pretty pleased with myself. More so than usual, that is. I've long been thinking about smoothieing salads, but haven't gotten around to it until now. Juicing is not actually all that incredibly great an idea -- mostly what you're getting is the carbs and some colored water -- good nutrients in that, but it's only part of what should be available. All that pulp is fiber, and all that color in the pulp is nutrition, usually being tossed out. Waste is a sin.
So I hunted up my old Champion Juicer that I bought in 1979 (before I was born, since I'm only 29), and put it to use. (It's still going strong, like me!)
Mine’s yellow too!
The juice comes dripping out the square bottom there, into a bowl or something, and the pulp comes out the barrel into another bowl as a rather obscene-looking tubular extrusion. Not a great design, I affirm, what with all these bowls, but there you go. I took bags of frozen chopped spinach and Brussels sprouts and mustard greens and turnip leaves, and romaine lettuce and endives and parsley and arugula, celery and yellow carrots and half a red onion, and so on -- all the salad stuff that it's a chore to eat -- and jammed it through and then mixed it all together again, juice and pulp, in the blender. Got about 6 cups full of slow thick green goo. Put them in the freezer, ready to go.
Had some last night -- drop the frozen block into the blender, add lots of water, get something more than two glasses out if it. Add a bit of Braggs for seasoning. Sip, don't swill. Icy cold. Really, it's pretty good. Quite good. All things told, it's easy. Get five days or a week's worth done at a time, the equivalent of an unreasonably big and onerous salad, but nothing except fantastic nutrition. It is, frankly, a genius idea. Makes literally every nutrient available, no need for cooking since the fiber is completely broken up, sipped so there's no overwhelming of the enteric enzymes, really easy. How else could anybody be expected to eat chard, whatever that is, or bok choy, whatever that is. Yuck.
For my recent 29th birthday someone gave me a gift certificate for a massage ... a therapeutic massage. I have to admit I'm feeling some trepidation about it. Scoured the website searching for the difference between deep tissue, Thai and shiatsu, and not finding it. That troubles me. I'll have to talk to someone and I'd rather read than talk. Well, they're masseuses, not web designers slash professional communicators. My tissue has the consistency of a leather bag filled with fist-sized rocks. It seems there's something more to health than just a superb diet and an amazing capacity for stellar athletic performance. It fills me with inexplicable melancholy, the idea that we need other people, sometimes, to maybe touch us.
Friday, September 09, 2011
Sgt. Schultz Says… by Eric Peters
Sgt. Schultz Says… by Eric PetersSay nothing… nothing!
To cops, ever.
Anything you say can and will be held against you. Remember that?
You ought to.
Even if you haven’t been formally arrested (merely “detained,” as in the case of a traffic stop) it does you no good and very possibly much harm to give any information to the cop beyond the simple minimums of name and perhaps address, as required by law. Nothing more, because anything more will simply give the cop information – information he can and will use against you, both at curbside and later on, in court.
This is his job. Do not forget it.
He is not there to “help” you. He is not a good Samaritan. You are not having a chat with a friend. You have been detained because the cop believes you have violated some statute or other – and he is investigating you. He is trained to elicit confessions of guilt, which can and will be used against you. Depend upon it.
For instance:
You’ve been stopped because you were driving faster than the posted speed limit. You roll down your window and the cop asks the first leading question, “Do you know how fast you were going?” His purpose is to get you to commit to a number – probably a number that is higher than the lawful maximum, even if lower than you were actually traveling. He knows you were doing 72 but if you say 65 (and the speed limit is 55) he has not only obtained an admission of guilt, he can appear to be a “nice guy” by “giving you a break” – that is, citing you for 65 rather than 72. Either way, he – the system – wins.
You lose.
So, say nothing… nothing!
Well, nothing potentially incriminating, anyhow.
“I’m sure you have an opinion, officer” is an excellent response – though one sure to wipe any patina of “nice guy” clean off the cop.
Similarly, other interrogatories.
“Where are you headed tonight?”
Shrug.
“You’re not being very cooperative.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way, officer.”
“How much have you had to drink tonight?”
Silence.
Followed, when pressed, by something along the lines of:
“I’m sorry, officer, but I won’t be answering any questions this evening.”
Because no good can come of it.
There are, in fact, only three things you should ever say to a cop. The first is:
“Am I being detained?”
And next:
“Am I free to go.”
Repeat.
Either the cop will formally arrest you or he will give up and permit you to leave. Worst case, you are arrested, but if the cop has done so out of anger at your refusal to “cooperate” rather than on the basis of actual evidence, you will be vindicated in the end, probably. The important thing is you have not been the star witness in your own prosecution; you have provided no testimony or other evidence that can and will be used against you later on, in court. Though we do live in a flowering police state, vestiges of due process still exist and one of these is that, in general, they (the cops, the prosecutors) have to produce some evidence of your guilt. It frustrates them when you do not help them to do so. Which brings me to the final thing – the last thing you should say to a cop:
“I do not consent to any searches.”
Never mind that you know there are no drugs, illegal weapons or any other contraband item in your car. Such contraband has been known to magically appear underneath seats. If you grant entry, you’ve given opportunity. By refusing, you force them to abide by at least some procedure – and you have formally refused consent, which could be a lifesaver later on, if they ignore you and go ahead and ransack your vehicle (or person) regardless.
It is important to be polite, calm and collected.
But it is far more important to not be servile – and to assert your rights, whatever’s left of them, anyho
To cops, ever.
Anything you say can and will be held against you. Remember that?
You ought to.
Even if you haven’t been formally arrested (merely “detained,” as in the case of a traffic stop) it does you no good and very possibly much harm to give any information to the cop beyond the simple minimums of name and perhaps address, as required by law. Nothing more, because anything more will simply give the cop information – information he can and will use against you, both at curbside and later on, in court.
This is his job. Do not forget it.
He is not there to “help” you. He is not a good Samaritan. You are not having a chat with a friend. You have been detained because the cop believes you have violated some statute or other – and he is investigating you. He is trained to elicit confessions of guilt, which can and will be used against you. Depend upon it.
For instance:
You’ve been stopped because you were driving faster than the posted speed limit. You roll down your window and the cop asks the first leading question, “Do you know how fast you were going?” His purpose is to get you to commit to a number – probably a number that is higher than the lawful maximum, even if lower than you were actually traveling. He knows you were doing 72 but if you say 65 (and the speed limit is 55) he has not only obtained an admission of guilt, he can appear to be a “nice guy” by “giving you a break” – that is, citing you for 65 rather than 72. Either way, he – the system – wins.
You lose.
So, say nothing… nothing!
Well, nothing potentially incriminating, anyhow.
“I’m sure you have an opinion, officer” is an excellent response – though one sure to wipe any patina of “nice guy” clean off the cop.
Similarly, other interrogatories.
“Where are you headed tonight?”
Shrug.
“You’re not being very cooperative.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way, officer.”
“How much have you had to drink tonight?”
Silence.
Followed, when pressed, by something along the lines of:
“I’m sorry, officer, but I won’t be answering any questions this evening.”
Because no good can come of it.
There are, in fact, only three things you should ever say to a cop. The first is:
“Am I being detained?”
And next:
“Am I free to go.”
Repeat.
Either the cop will formally arrest you or he will give up and permit you to leave. Worst case, you are arrested, but if the cop has done so out of anger at your refusal to “cooperate” rather than on the basis of actual evidence, you will be vindicated in the end, probably. The important thing is you have not been the star witness in your own prosecution; you have provided no testimony or other evidence that can and will be used against you later on, in court. Though we do live in a flowering police state, vestiges of due process still exist and one of these is that, in general, they (the cops, the prosecutors) have to produce some evidence of your guilt. It frustrates them when you do not help them to do so. Which brings me to the final thing – the last thing you should say to a cop:
“I do not consent to any searches.”
Never mind that you know there are no drugs, illegal weapons or any other contraband item in your car. Such contraband has been known to magically appear underneath seats. If you grant entry, you’ve given opportunity. By refusing, you force them to abide by at least some procedure – and you have formally refused consent, which could be a lifesaver later on, if they ignore you and go ahead and ransack your vehicle (or person) regardless.
It is important to be polite, calm and collected.
But it is far more important to not be servile – and to assert your rights, whatever’s left of them, anyho
Sgt. Schultz Says… by Eric Peters
Sgt. Schultz Says… by Eric PetersSay nothing… nothing!
To cops, ever.
Anything you say can and will be held against you. Remember that?
You ought to.
Even if you haven’t been formally arrested (merely “detained,” as in the case of a traffic stop) it does you no good and very possibly much harm to give any information to the cop beyond the simple minimums of name and perhaps address, as required by law. Nothing more, because anything more will simply give the cop information – information he can and will use against you, both at curbside and later on, in court.
This is his job. Do not forget it.
He is not there to “help” you. He is not a good Samaritan. You are not having a chat with a friend. You have been detained because the cop believes you have violated some statute or other – and he is investigating you. He is trained to elicit confessions of guilt, which can and will be used against you. Depend upon it.
For instance:
You’ve been stopped because you were driving faster than the posted speed limit. You roll down your window and the cop asks the first leading question, “Do you know how fast you were going?” His purpose is to get you to commit to a number – probably a number that is higher than the lawful maximum, even if lower than you were actually traveling. He knows you were doing 72 but if you say 65 (and the speed limit is 55) he has not only obtained an admission of guilt, he can appear to be a “nice guy” by “giving you a break” – that is, citing you for 65 rather than 72. Either way, he – the system – wins.
You lose.
So, say nothing… nothing!
Well, nothing potentially incriminating, anyhow.
“I’m sure you have an opinion, officer” is an excellent response – though one sure to wipe any patina of “nice guy” clean off the cop.
Similarly, other interrogatories.
“Where are you headed tonight?”
Shrug.
“You’re not being very cooperative.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way, officer.”
“How much have you had to drink tonight?”
Silence.
Followed, when pressed, by something along the lines of:
“I’m sorry, officer, but I won’t be answering any questions this evening.”
Because no good can come of it.
There are, in fact, only three things you should ever say to a cop. The first is:
“Am I being detained?”
And next:
“Am I free to go.”
Repeat.
Either the cop will formally arrest you or he will give up and permit you to leave. Worst case, you are arrested, but if the cop has done so out of anger at your refusal to “cooperate” rather than on the basis of actual evidence, you will be vindicated in the end, probably. The important thing is you have not been the star witness in your own prosecution; you have provided no testimony or other evidence that can and will be used against you later on, in court. Though we do live in a flowering police state, vestiges of due process still exist and one of these is that, in general, they (the cops, the prosecutors) have to produce some evidence of your guilt. It frustrates them when you do not help them to do so. Which brings me to the final thing – the last thing you should say to a cop:
“I do not consent to any searches.”
Never mind that you know there are no drugs, illegal weapons or any other contraband item in your car. Such contraband has been known to magically appear underneath seats. If you grant entry, you’ve given opportunity. By refusing, you force them to abide by at least some procedure – and you have formally refused consent, which could be a lifesaver later on, if they ignore you and go ahead and ransack your vehicle (or person) regardless.
It is important to be polite, calm and collected.
But it is far more important to not be servile – and to assert your rights, whatever’s left of them, anyho
To cops, ever.
Anything you say can and will be held against you. Remember that?
You ought to.
Even if you haven’t been formally arrested (merely “detained,” as in the case of a traffic stop) it does you no good and very possibly much harm to give any information to the cop beyond the simple minimums of name and perhaps address, as required by law. Nothing more, because anything more will simply give the cop information – information he can and will use against you, both at curbside and later on, in court.
This is his job. Do not forget it.
He is not there to “help” you. He is not a good Samaritan. You are not having a chat with a friend. You have been detained because the cop believes you have violated some statute or other – and he is investigating you. He is trained to elicit confessions of guilt, which can and will be used against you. Depend upon it.
For instance:
You’ve been stopped because you were driving faster than the posted speed limit. You roll down your window and the cop asks the first leading question, “Do you know how fast you were going?” His purpose is to get you to commit to a number – probably a number that is higher than the lawful maximum, even if lower than you were actually traveling. He knows you were doing 72 but if you say 65 (and the speed limit is 55) he has not only obtained an admission of guilt, he can appear to be a “nice guy” by “giving you a break” – that is, citing you for 65 rather than 72. Either way, he – the system – wins.
You lose.
So, say nothing… nothing!
Well, nothing potentially incriminating, anyhow.
“I’m sure you have an opinion, officer” is an excellent response – though one sure to wipe any patina of “nice guy” clean off the cop.
Similarly, other interrogatories.
“Where are you headed tonight?”
Shrug.
“You’re not being very cooperative.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way, officer.”
“How much have you had to drink tonight?”
Silence.
Followed, when pressed, by something along the lines of:
“I’m sorry, officer, but I won’t be answering any questions this evening.”
Because no good can come of it.
There are, in fact, only three things you should ever say to a cop. The first is:
“Am I being detained?”
And next:
“Am I free to go.”
Repeat.
Either the cop will formally arrest you or he will give up and permit you to leave. Worst case, you are arrested, but if the cop has done so out of anger at your refusal to “cooperate” rather than on the basis of actual evidence, you will be vindicated in the end, probably. The important thing is you have not been the star witness in your own prosecution; you have provided no testimony or other evidence that can and will be used against you later on, in court. Though we do live in a flowering police state, vestiges of due process still exist and one of these is that, in general, they (the cops, the prosecutors) have to produce some evidence of your guilt. It frustrates them when you do not help them to do so. Which brings me to the final thing – the last thing you should say to a cop:
“I do not consent to any searches.”
Never mind that you know there are no drugs, illegal weapons or any other contraband item in your car. Such contraband has been known to magically appear underneath seats. If you grant entry, you’ve given opportunity. By refusing, you force them to abide by at least some procedure – and you have formally refused consent, which could be a lifesaver later on, if they ignore you and go ahead and ransack your vehicle (or person) regardless.
It is important to be polite, calm and collected.
But it is far more important to not be servile – and to assert your rights, whatever’s left of them, anyho
Sgt. Schultz Says… by Eric Peters
Sgt. Schultz Says… by Eric PetersSay nothing… nothing!
To cops, ever.
Anything you say can and will be held against you. Remember that?
You ought to.
Even if you haven’t been formally arrested (merely “detained,” as in the case of a traffic stop) it does you no good and very possibly much harm to give any information to the cop beyond the simple minimums of name and perhaps address, as required by law. Nothing more, because anything more will simply give the cop information – information he can and will use against you, both at curbside and later on, in court.
This is his job. Do not forget it.
He is not there to “help” you. He is not a good Samaritan. You are not having a chat with a friend. You have been detained because the cop believes you have violated some statute or other – and he is investigating you. He is trained to elicit confessions of guilt, which can and will be used against you. Depend upon it.
For instance:
You’ve been stopped because you were driving faster than the posted speed limit. You roll down your window and the cop asks the first leading question, “Do you know how fast you were going?” His purpose is to get you to commit to a number – probably a number that is higher than the lawful maximum, even if lower than you were actually traveling. He knows you were doing 72 but if you say 65 (and the speed limit is 55) he has not only obtained an admission of guilt, he can appear to be a “nice guy” by “giving you a break” – that is, citing you for 65 rather than 72. Either way, he – the system – wins.
You lose.
So, say nothing… nothing!
Well, nothing potentially incriminating, anyhow.
“I’m sure you have an opinion, officer” is an excellent response – though one sure to wipe any patina of “nice guy” clean off the cop.
Similarly, other interrogatories.
“Where are you headed tonight?”
Shrug.
“You’re not being very cooperative.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way, officer.”
“How much have you had to drink tonight?”
Silence.
Followed, when pressed, by something along the lines of:
“I’m sorry, officer, but I won’t be answering any questions this evening.”
Because no good can come of it.
There are, in fact, only three things you should ever say to a cop. The first is:
“Am I being detained?”
And next:
“Am I free to go.”
Repeat.
Either the cop will formally arrest you or he will give up and permit you to leave. Worst case, you are arrested, but if the cop has done so out of anger at your refusal to “cooperate” rather than on the basis of actual evidence, you will be vindicated in the end, probably. The important thing is you have not been the star witness in your own prosecution; you have provided no testimony or other evidence that can and will be used against you later on, in court. Though we do live in a flowering police state, vestiges of due process still exist and one of these is that, in general, they (the cops, the prosecutors) have to produce some evidence of your guilt. It frustrates them when you do not help them to do so. Which brings me to the final thing – the last thing you should say to a cop:
“I do not consent to any searches.”
Never mind that you know there are no drugs, illegal weapons or any other contraband item in your car. Such contraband has been known to magically appear underneath seats. If you grant entry, you’ve given opportunity. By refusing, you force them to abide by at least some procedure – and you have formally refused consent, which could be a lifesaver later on, if they ignore you and go ahead and ransack your vehicle (or person) regardless.
It is important to be polite, calm and collected.
But it is far more important to not be servile – and to assert your rights, whatever’s left of them, anyho
To cops, ever.
Anything you say can and will be held against you. Remember that?
You ought to.
Even if you haven’t been formally arrested (merely “detained,” as in the case of a traffic stop) it does you no good and very possibly much harm to give any information to the cop beyond the simple minimums of name and perhaps address, as required by law. Nothing more, because anything more will simply give the cop information – information he can and will use against you, both at curbside and later on, in court.
This is his job. Do not forget it.
He is not there to “help” you. He is not a good Samaritan. You are not having a chat with a friend. You have been detained because the cop believes you have violated some statute or other – and he is investigating you. He is trained to elicit confessions of guilt, which can and will be used against you. Depend upon it.
For instance:
You’ve been stopped because you were driving faster than the posted speed limit. You roll down your window and the cop asks the first leading question, “Do you know how fast you were going?” His purpose is to get you to commit to a number – probably a number that is higher than the lawful maximum, even if lower than you were actually traveling. He knows you were doing 72 but if you say 65 (and the speed limit is 55) he has not only obtained an admission of guilt, he can appear to be a “nice guy” by “giving you a break” – that is, citing you for 65 rather than 72. Either way, he – the system – wins.
You lose.
So, say nothing… nothing!
Well, nothing potentially incriminating, anyhow.
“I’m sure you have an opinion, officer” is an excellent response – though one sure to wipe any patina of “nice guy” clean off the cop.
Similarly, other interrogatories.
“Where are you headed tonight?”
Shrug.
“You’re not being very cooperative.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way, officer.”
“How much have you had to drink tonight?”
Silence.
Followed, when pressed, by something along the lines of:
“I’m sorry, officer, but I won’t be answering any questions this evening.”
Because no good can come of it.
There are, in fact, only three things you should ever say to a cop. The first is:
“Am I being detained?”
And next:
“Am I free to go.”
Repeat.
Either the cop will formally arrest you or he will give up and permit you to leave. Worst case, you are arrested, but if the cop has done so out of anger at your refusal to “cooperate” rather than on the basis of actual evidence, you will be vindicated in the end, probably. The important thing is you have not been the star witness in your own prosecution; you have provided no testimony or other evidence that can and will be used against you later on, in court. Though we do live in a flowering police state, vestiges of due process still exist and one of these is that, in general, they (the cops, the prosecutors) have to produce some evidence of your guilt. It frustrates them when you do not help them to do so. Which brings me to the final thing – the last thing you should say to a cop:
“I do not consent to any searches.”
Never mind that you know there are no drugs, illegal weapons or any other contraband item in your car. Such contraband has been known to magically appear underneath seats. If you grant entry, you’ve given opportunity. By refusing, you force them to abide by at least some procedure – and you have formally refused consent, which could be a lifesaver later on, if they ignore you and go ahead and ransack your vehicle (or person) regardless.
It is important to be polite, calm and collected.
But it is far more important to not be servile – and to assert your rights, whatever’s left of them, anyho
Health Care Workers Now Choose Alternative Medicine
Health Care Workers Now Choose Alternative Medicine
I was diagnosed with Progressive Multiple Sclerosis in 2006 and have not taken any prescription drugs whatsoever. I have been treating the MS with diet, nutrition, natural supplements & remedies, and the mind, body and spirit approach with meditation, yoga, exercise and breathing. I had to change my entire lifestyle. I am completely gluten free, sugar free and dairy free, only consume organic produce and only wear natural fibres. I rarely eat out and prepare everything I consume, myself.
I used to have hypoglycemia. It is gone. I have not had an MS relapse or attack in almost 4 years and my last MRI showed no new lesions as compared to my first MRI in 2006. Despite being diagnosed with Progressive MS, it has not progressed. The medical profession will never accept or acknowledge this. It is the natural treatments and the hollistic approach that has helped stop my MS in its tracks!
The pharmaceutical companies have the doctors in their pockets, prescribing their 'poisons'(while they themselves seek natural remedies and treatments). We then have to live with and treat the side effects of these drugs, by more medication. Neither the medical professionals nor the pharmaceutical companies have the welfare of a sick population in mind. They actually thrive on the population getting and being sick. The sicker the population gets, the more money they make. Thank you Dr Mercola for educating the readers and keeping us well informed with all the great articles.
See my story at www.mymstreatment.blogspot.com
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Congrats Al!! I am treating myself in a similar manner but not as strict as I would like. I am addicted to my creame and coffee. Both organic, and everything I eat is. I take a multitude of vitamins,minerals and herbs. I have had the CCSVI treatment which greatly improved everything. I have been on Low Dose Naltrexone and Alpha Lipoic Acid oral plus IV. In fact today I will start an Iv on myself and do ALA. Its amazing how that makes you feel. That is also one of the cancer cures I mention. People think pancreatic cancer is a death sentence lead by AMA. BM Berkson has proven this cures cancer!! Exercise, stress reduction and life style change are needed. I am actually so impressed with holistic medicine I am searching for a Nature path school hoping to specialize in Chinese Herbal Medicine. They have been around with alot more research than the weastern medicine which has been hijacked by Rockefellers. Another cure for cancer is THC. Good luck!!!
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Did any of your doctors check you for heavy metals? I was quite ill with MS-like symptoms for 15 years. The onset of my symptoms began after having dental work with amalgam fillings (mercury). My health took an even larger dive after I was required to get HepB vaccines. My central nervous system when totally wacko. I was having problems with optic neuritis, unstable vision, I would get the sensation of an electric shock in my body when I would put my chin to my chest, I would get icy cold spots on my skin, my hair was falling out in large clumps, I stopped having periods, I had poor balance,intense brain fog and my skin had taken on a greyish green cast. I had thousands upon thousands of dollars of medical tests over the years with nothing conclusive found.
I chose to work along with Public Health nurses for a clinical experience to complete my BSN degree. By the grace of God, the discussion of HepB vaccines came up. I was sharing my nightmare experience of the HepB vaccine when one the nurses clued me into the fact that the symptoms I was having was not the HepB vaccine itself, but rather the preservative which was thimerosol which contains mercury. Suddenly,it all made sense!!
One of the dental assistants at my dentist's office was well-informed on this issue because one of their patients worked for a naturopathic doctor who treated this type of thing. Long story short--I underwent a few months of detox and removal of amalgam. All my symptoms went away and I had my life back.
During some of my own research subsequent to that, I learned scientists inject lab rats with mercury when they want to induce auto-immune diseases for research. Consequently, when I take medical histories on patients I explore the possibility of mercury toxicity when applicable to their symptoms.
During all the conventional medical testing I went through with medical specialist doctors, not one of them ever did a heavy metal screen, but they made lots of money off me.
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We are now facing the threat to medicine that comes with our ingestion of genetically engineered high fructose corn syrup and genetically engineered foods. The companies that produce them have categorically denied that ingestion of genes in food that have had pesticides inserted into them would change our human genetics but anyone without a scientific education and with a little bit of common sense knows that this is not true. Since we cannot draw reliably on the many years of medical experience that told us about the body before all this genetic engieering happened we must look to find answers for the ways to mitigate effects of this abomination ourselves. Alternative medicine is doing a much better job of it than mainstream medicine at this time.
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I was diagnosed with Progressive Multiple Sclerosis in 2006 and have not taken any prescription drugs whatsoever. I have been treating the MS with diet, nutrition, natural supplements & remedies, and the mind, body and spirit approach with meditation, yoga, exercise and breathing. I had to change my entire lifestyle. I am completely gluten free, sugar free and dairy free, only consume organic produce and only wear natural fibres. I rarely eat out and prepare everything I consume, myself.
I used to have hypoglycemia. It is gone. I have not had an MS relapse or attack in almost 4 years and my last MRI showed no new lesions as compared to my first MRI in 2006. Despite being diagnosed with Progressive MS, it has not progressed. The medical profession will never accept or acknowledge this. It is the natural treatments and the hollistic approach that has helped stop my MS in its tracks!
The pharmaceutical companies have the doctors in their pockets, prescribing their 'poisons'(while they themselves seek natural remedies and treatments). We then have to live with and treat the side effects of these drugs, by more medication. Neither the medical professionals nor the pharmaceutical companies have the welfare of a sick population in mind. They actually thrive on the population getting and being sick. The sicker the population gets, the more money they make. Thank you Dr Mercola for educating the readers and keeping us well informed with all the great articles.
See my story at www.mymstreatment.blogspot.com
=======
Congrats Al!! I am treating myself in a similar manner but not as strict as I would like. I am addicted to my creame and coffee. Both organic, and everything I eat is. I take a multitude of vitamins,minerals and herbs. I have had the CCSVI treatment which greatly improved everything. I have been on Low Dose Naltrexone and Alpha Lipoic Acid oral plus IV. In fact today I will start an Iv on myself and do ALA. Its amazing how that makes you feel. That is also one of the cancer cures I mention. People think pancreatic cancer is a death sentence lead by AMA. BM Berkson has proven this cures cancer!! Exercise, stress reduction and life style change are needed. I am actually so impressed with holistic medicine I am searching for a Nature path school hoping to specialize in Chinese Herbal Medicine. They have been around with alot more research than the weastern medicine which has been hijacked by Rockefellers. Another cure for cancer is THC. Good luck!!!
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ILoveGoldDogs
ILoveGoldDogs
Joined On 10/2007
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Posted On Sep 09, 2011
Good for you!!
Did any of your doctors check you for heavy metals? I was quite ill with MS-like symptoms for 15 years. The onset of my symptoms began after having dental work with amalgam fillings (mercury). My health took an even larger dive after I was required to get HepB vaccines. My central nervous system when totally wacko. I was having problems with optic neuritis, unstable vision, I would get the sensation of an electric shock in my body when I would put my chin to my chest, I would get icy cold spots on my skin, my hair was falling out in large clumps, I stopped having periods, I had poor balance,intense brain fog and my skin had taken on a greyish green cast. I had thousands upon thousands of dollars of medical tests over the years with nothing conclusive found.
I chose to work along with Public Health nurses for a clinical experience to complete my BSN degree. By the grace of God, the discussion of HepB vaccines came up. I was sharing my nightmare experience of the HepB vaccine when one the nurses clued me into the fact that the symptoms I was having was not the HepB vaccine itself, but rather the preservative which was thimerosol which contains mercury. Suddenly,it all made sense!!
One of the dental assistants at my dentist's office was well-informed on this issue because one of their patients worked for a naturopathic doctor who treated this type of thing. Long story short--I underwent a few months of detox and removal of amalgam. All my symptoms went away and I had my life back.
During some of my own research subsequent to that, I learned scientists inject lab rats with mercury when they want to induce auto-immune diseases for research. Consequently, when I take medical histories on patients I explore the possibility of mercury toxicity when applicable to their symptoms.
During all the conventional medical testing I went through with medical specialist doctors, not one of them ever did a heavy metal screen, but they made lots of money off me.
----------
We are now facing the threat to medicine that comes with our ingestion of genetically engineered high fructose corn syrup and genetically engineered foods. The companies that produce them have categorically denied that ingestion of genes in food that have had pesticides inserted into them would change our human genetics but anyone without a scientific education and with a little bit of common sense knows that this is not true. Since we cannot draw reliably on the many years of medical experience that told us about the body before all this genetic engieering happened we must look to find answers for the ways to mitigate effects of this abomination ourselves. Alternative medicine is doing a much better job of it than mainstream medicine at this time.
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