More Drama

Despite the fact that I have limited contact with my immediate family, the drama from these individuals continues.

Last week my convicted drug addicted felon of a brother, see previous posts, was put into manadatory lockdown for an apparently break from reality. He apparently was stalking a girl he went to high school with. Her family contact my parents and was placed in a local mental health facility. The girl got a restraining order. She had to leave her home because of this asshole. So at this point is not only terrorizing family members, he's once again a public safety issue. The judge he was placed in front of committed him for a long period of time. May he be there idenfinility.

My grandmother has been bouncing between a medical rehabilitation center and the local hospital in my home city. She is mentally and physically impaired. I just wish that entire situation will end. My tired of my mother calling me on the telephone and continues to rant and rave about dealing with the situation. I guess this is a technique that she picked up from my father. I finally just told her, "Just don't go visit her." I mean if its that stressful, sell her house and leave her in the nursing home.

I'm just tired of dealing with it. I'm surprised I kept up contact with them for as long as I have. Today the guilt trip began because I was unable to see my grandmother. Maybe marrying someone who's from out of state isn't such a bad thing. I believe I will find peace out there, I just have to continue searching for it.

And I do have some good friends and supportive people within the criminal justice community.

Haiku From a Child

I was cleaning out some of my old possessions from my parent's house today and I found the following poem. I typed this in the seventh grade when I we were forced to do so by our English teacher. I have no clue as to why a twelve year old would right about this but I can take a huge guess.

As a child I can say that I don't think I was that spectacular. I possessed the love of everything criminal justice that I still have now, but I pretty grew up surrounded by chaos. My parents, when they weren't abusing us, tended to focus on the oldest of my two younger brothers (there were three children total, me being the oldest and the only girl). All of their attentions earned them a convicted felon, DUI having, drug addict of a kid. Time well spent, shall we say?

Now that I'm done mocking my parents for their lackluster parenting skills, here's the poem I am talking about:

I can see the shadows forming on the wall,
I see them carve strange shapes into the floorboards,
I hear a car traveling down the street,
I wonder if there is anyone in there for me.

I know in the back of my mind that there is not,
I cry to the world for someone to know me.
I want someone to care for me,
I want them to recognize me.
I then again only hear the indefinite silence.
I know that my it will be my only companion for the oncoming night.

I think when I wrote it I was thinking about the poem "Annabelle Lee" by Edgar Allen Poe. Like what would the girl in the poem think if she was trapped in a grave, having died so young?

Or maybe, on some other level, it was how I felt at the time.

Merry Christmas

Well I hope that everyone out there has a great Christmas! I haven't had time to post in awhile and I don't think I will anytime in the near future.

Just remember the qualities that Christmas embodies: giving, love, compassion, tolerance, etc. They will make you a better person in the long run.

Take care everyone and have a great holiday!

Focus

So I apologize for not blogging on here recently. I've just been extremely busy. I work full-time for the government, am in court at least once a week, plus I have been trying to expand my horizons in the criminal justice field. I also have a police officer to contend with. So I, needless to say, have no free time. It was just nice to have a day off today :).

So here are some updates about me (all true, I promise):

-I will begin work next Wednesday at a dometsic violence shelter here locally. It took me months to finally get into the training there. Hopefully all will go well and I can do that on a regular basis.

-I went to a gang training about an hour away last week. Come to find out, without me knowing, one of the guys doing the presenting was the exact guy who investigated some of my serial offender's cases back in the day. I got a business card. I'm just hoping I can find a location I've been looking at for awhile.

-I applied and was accepted into a graduate Forensic Criminology program! It only took me two weeks to hear back (nice to know I'm loved). I'm attempting to focus more on sex offenders and child exploitation since that is what I want to do with the Department of Justice.

-My serial offender struck again. Nothing like sitting at work, reading a news article about a criminal case, and feeling sick to your stomach you realize that it has the earmarks of your other cases. I passed along information and I will continue to work on my end here. He's flipped sides of the state now. I won't have jurisdiction for awhile.

-I would also like to eventually do RICO violations, drug crimes, and firearm violations with the federal government as well.

That's all for now, more random dumb asses soon (I promise!).

Random Dumbasses Part 8

More random dumb asses from court:

-Gang banger who decided that he needed to fight the police after he left a club. His friend was being detained for whatever reason and he jumped on the arresting officer. He had already been involved with an altercation with rival gang members that evening. It then took three officers to pull him off. He later was detained in another city's jail for a similar incident. He came into court and denied fighting the officers. Judge disagreed, convicted him, and gave him thirty days for resisting arrest.

-Another gang banger who is still 14. He was in court on charges he broke his mom's front window after she refused to take him somewhere. He was on house arrest at the time. Mother filed charges on him (good for her) and he was convicted. Thing was the kid was found with a cell phone, drugs, and money when he was picked up for this incident (he ran away from home). He was then ordered to move into a group home. He was being disrespectful in court and leering when the hearing was going on. The judge stated (and I agree) that he is looking at prison as an adult. Just really sad.

-Some random juvenile who decided to get drunk and wreck her car. Her parents, her lawyer, and the defendant all came into court pleading what a good kid she was. The judge still suspended her license. If you're kid is so good, what was she doing out at 1AM and driving while intoxicated? I seriously had to listen to how this girl was the president of her high school, did all this charity crap, blah blah blah blah. Judge finally called it when she stated if this girl did all this, then she should have REALLY known her behavior was wrong.

-Another defendant who stated that his "carrying" of beer did not mean he was in "possession" of it. REALLY? That seems to be pretty cut and dry to me.

-Another juvenile who was on his way to a deferred finding for a burglary charge. The only problem? He keeps smoking weed. Even after he's ordered to substance abuse treatment he still keeps smoking. He smoked his way right into a criminal conviction.

-Another juvenile defendant with issues. He was convicted of robbery in my state, sent upstate, got out, and moved to Georgia. There he violated his parole and picked up more robbery charges. In Georgia he jumped bail (why was this fool given bail) and fled to Florida. He went to prison where for another robbery. He was picked up and extradited back to my state. Judge gave him a year here as well to serve for violating his parole. He was walking out, running his mouth about his behavior being related to the actions of his probation officer, and the deputy escorting him told him to "shut the hell up." This great resume and he's only 20. I'm sensing career criminal!

More to come later :)!

Ode to a Fallen Officer

Since the below mentioned officer supposedly did exist, I decided to give him a proper obituary. ENJOY!

Officer G. (name withheld due to pending criminal litigation) was born sometime in 1983. He was the third child in his family. He was born after an older sister and older brother. His father was a mental health worker in the federal prison system and his mother was a school teacher.

He was a jock in high school. He played tennis, ran track, and played basketball. He was a jock with girls around him most of the time. He had a nice car, stable home, and loving parents. He was deviant though. Smoking, sex with random girls, and frequent fights with his parents occurred frequently.

By the time he graduated, however, he had straightened out. He went to the local community college and then transferred to the local four year university. Had both an associates and bachelor's in criminal justice. He joined the police department (or applied) the day he turned 20.

He shot his first criminal suspect to death while he was still a rookie. This was the first of four individuals he allegedly took out (I could never find a record of these claims). He had been shot, stabbed, and knocked out. He was knocked out by a cell phone. He also claimed he was bitten by a police dog.

He loved women, sometimes bringing home three a week. He was a "sleaze." He did this because he was insecure and figured women would leave him.

He had a girlfriend he met at 7-11 while on a larceny call.She was a manager at the store. She practically lived with him but they fought and he didn't want anything else to do with her. He was scared to break up with her because he might not ever find anyone else.

He liked dogs, football, and baseball (all things, I somehow, also liked). He had a female partner named "Stacie" and they patrolled the area where he grew up.

His life was great until he decided to leave his girlfriend and teenage mistress. He tried to get with someone who already had a police officer. And thus came the untimely demise of Officer G.

WOW...I just wrote this to show what a fuckhead this guy really was :)! Enjoy...

Fake Ass Police Officer

So a few weeks ago I met this guy, when I was out with other cops, who claimed that he was a police officer. He fooled me and he fooled them. According to him, he worked midnights at one of the other precincts. He had been a police officer for about five years and was 25 going on 26. All of this fit logically.

He knew all about their policies, procedures, and infrastructure. He was just a good fraud. Such a good fraud that even law enforcement did not catch it until later on. Looking on back on things though, there were some minor red flags. Nothing though that would warrant looking twice. These things including scheduling and having a partner in the car (this doesn't tend to happen).

The kicker in all of this was that this fool claimed to know a deceased police detective. He seriously called me one night, crying, talking about how he was upset because it has been a year. He told me about the night the detective died how they all sat around the precinct and cried. He also talked about how he was there when his wife came to clean out his belongings from his desk area. I mean why would someone lie about that? I actually believed it.

There was another component to this, however. He apparently wanted a relationship with me as well. The phone calls started, the daily emailing, the sending me 1000 different text messages. He told me about his alleged girlfriend, a manager at 7-11 (whom he met during a petty theft call), and how she wouldn't break up with him. He was trying hard but I didn't bite. I just kept telling him we could be friends.

Well the end came yesterday. He was arrested for impersonating a law enforcement officer. I got a phone call that I needed to go down to the police precinct to tell what happened with me. It was kind of surreal. I just told them he told me he was a cop and the situation with the police detective. He was so good he even fooled some of the members of the police department.

Apparently the guy got found out because he had some 19 year old he was screwing/dating and dropped her once he tried to pick it up with me. She got suspicious and found him out. Good for her :)!

WOW. Random weekend. I still have my police officer and a misdemeanor docket this morning. Take care everyone :)!