Dindu Nuffin

Narrative:

Armed, violent felon executes three people, barricades himself in a house, refuses to surrender, empties a few magazines at police.

Gets ventilated.

Family's response:

Robinson's sister claimed her brother was trying to surrender when police shot him.
"That boy didn't do nothing to deserve (it)," the sister said. "He tried to surrender and they shot at him like seven times when he put his hands in the air and told them he surrendered and they still killed him."

And they're suing. Before the bodies are even cold.

THIS is the reason for high crime. 

Update:  Apparently he offed himself.  

They 'Never Imagined'... A Tale of Intentional Blindness and Enabling

Want to see the creation of a criminal, read this: 

Pierre Loury talked about going to college and becoming an engineer, yet he skipped classes for nearly a year in high school.

Apparently he 'talked' alot.  Being raised in a culture where you're given everything without being expected to work for it will create this attitude.  (aka Socialism)

He encouraged his little brother to stay in sports and out of gangs, yet he claimed to have joined the New Breeds around the age of 10.

And what do you think 'little brother' was paying more attention to?  Words (more of that talking), or actions?

He spent hours recording rap music in a converted bedroom closet, but toward the end of his short life his Facebook postings show him posing with guns, cash and drugs and talking of chasing rival dealers off his block.

Well at least he was working towards something.. Right?  But the second part showed the direction he was working towards, along w/ more 'talking'. 

Still, his family and friends never imagined he would die in an alley not far from his home at age 16, shot and killed by a Chicago police officer last month after allegedly threatening him with a gun.

Really?  They 'never imagined' it?  We'll see why in a bit.  But it gets better....

"He was becoming a man," said his stepfather, Vantrease Frazier, who disputes the police account. "You know every teenage boy made mistakes and did stuff they ain't supposed to do, but you got to learn from that."

Yeah, we all do that. I drank underage, stayed out late, did some stupid stuff... But there's stupid and then there's terminally stupid. Keep going.....

Loury, a flashy dresser who liked to impress girls, smoked marijuana every day, bounced around from school to school and often didn't go to class, according to friends and court records.

Regular drug use is not part of 'becoming a man' for the majority of the population. Note the 'flashy dresser' and 'often didn't go to class' part. That becomes important in a bit.

He had his first court case when he was 14 and within a year was busted on a heroin charge.

Yet they 'never imagined'....

By 16 he had a tattoo across his throat in honor of a friend who was slain.

Of the initials of the friend's gang.  Yet they 'never imagined'....

At the time of his death, Loury was serving a sentence of five years of probation for his involvement in the robbing and beating of a woman on a CTA train.

On probation at 16 for a violent assault and robbery...three more things that the majority don't do while 'becoming a man'

 Yet they 'never imagined'. 

The disconnect in the next couple of paragraphs I 'never imagined'.

He was becoming a man, his stepfather said, and was on his own once he left the front door, as dangerous as that could be for a rebellious teen like Loury. "(It's) how we grow up," Frazier said. "We let kids ... see themselves about what they want out of life."
They both worried as Loury started getting arrested, missing school and running away to a relative's or friend's house. He might have been on his own, but he still faced discipline at home, they said.
"Even not being here, it didn't matter where we live, he's exposed to danger, period," Hudson said, pointing outside. "I did what I was supposed to do as a mother. When I got wind of the things he was doing."Hudson would tell her son, "No, we are not doing this. I didn't raise you like that, you're a leader, you're not going to follow. He would tell me, 'Mama, I'm a do better, I know. The words started matching his actions, and he started doing better."
Frazier added, "We were hard on him. Pierre was still getting whoopings till he was like 15 with a belt.
"We never knew he was doing all this stuff because we gave him his privacy," he continued. "He never brought a gun into this house.

How do they know he never brought a gun into the house?  They admit they gave him his 'privacy' and didn't pay attention to what he did outside the house, only caring when he got caught.  They were intentionally and negligently clueless. But they 'worried' and 'never imagined'

But we're not done yet w/ the disconnect...

Eventually she saw the tattoo. Three large red letters: RMG, for Reese Money Gang.
The gang was named for Charzelle Maurice Hayes, better known as Reese. He was a 25-year-old rap artist shot and killed last summer on West Grenshaw Street in North Lawndale.

See above, yet they 'never imagined'.. because they are idiots.

Hudson said Loury got the tattoo as a sign of respect toward Hayes. "To some people, gang means family," she said. "That was his family. He got the tattoo to represent the love he had for his family."

Yep, 'loving' a violent, criminal lifestyle...Sounds like enabling to me.... Yet they 'never imagined'..  The next couple of paragraphs are justifications for joining w/ a bunch of criminals.

Then there's more lying and disconnect from his 'friends',

"We would always be the teacher's target," Reed said. "Pierre would always be sarcastic in class, which made everyone laugh, even the teacher. It was his sense of humor that would really get the class to wake up every day. And he did all his work even when he wasn't in the mood.

Translation, he acted up in class, getting everyone off topic and causing disruptions so nobody could learn.  How could he 'do his work' when he didn't show up to school most of the time? 

And the funeral?  Everyone wore 'colors'

More than 400 people crowded into the JLM Abundant Life Center for Loury's wake and funeral April 20. Nearly everyone was dressed in red, black and white, from children in red jeans to older men with red canes.

 The absolute failure of the 'justice system':

In his first case, he and a friend were arrested for trespassing after the two were spotted in May 2014 riding in a car that was stolen, authorities said. Loury was found guilty later that year and sentenced to one year of probation. The conviction was later reversed.
Loury would pick up three more cases in 2014. He was charged with disorderly conduct after he took to social media and threatened to shoot up the Ombudsman alternative school where he was attending classes at the time, court records show. He was later charged with heroin possession. Both cases were later dropped.
In the third case, Loury and several other people were charged with aggravated battery, robbery and theft. They were accused of attacking 26-year-old Melissa Schlesinger as she sat alone in a Blue Line car on the West Side and taking her iPhone5 in October 2014.
Loury was found guilty of robbery and given five years of probation, a sentence he was serving at the time of his death.

 Reversed, dropped, probation.  And you wonder why criminals aren't afraid of the system.. There are NO consequences.... unless of course you're only charge is having a single round of ammo or owe money to the IRS.  THEN you're a felon for life.

The self admitted run-up to the end:

Loury admitted he had been a member of the New Breeds street gang since he was 10 or 11 and that he would spend all of his free time with gang-affiliated friends, according to the report written by a probation officer, Rance Hopkins. He identified his hobbies as "singing and writing rap music and working on the computer," Hopkins wrote.
Loury said he smoked marijuana every day and hadn't been at school during the first semester of the 2014-15 academic year, except for one day, the report says.
When asked why he attended for only one day, Loury said "he did not have bus fare," the report states.
He also skipped a lot of classes earlier in 2014 when he was still at DRW College Prep.
"He indicated that he was unaware of what his grades were at the time, but acknowledged that he was failing most of his classes before he decided to stop attending school altogether," Hopkins wrote.

His mother was in on this interview where he admitted to criminal actions, violence, drugs, and nearly never attending school but she 'never imagined'

And still he 'talked'.

 Loury said he understood the importance of getting a good education and stated that his favorite subject was mathematics. The teen also said he wanted to graduate from high school and attend college.

 Because that's what momma and the interviewer wanted to hear. And she remained blind to everything else, even during the interview:

Loury's mother said she noticed her son had become angry and aggressive and was stealing money from relatives and personal items from his stepfather, such as watches and earrings, according to the report.

But it wasn't his fault... it was the fault of those kids he hung around w/.

and more crap from the 'justice system'

 He cited a recent study by the Cook County Juvenile Probation Department showing that fewer than 25 percent of juvenile defendants in 2012 were convicted of a crime within three years of finishing a sentence for a prior offense.

Yet this thug was, according to the records, only 'convicted' of one crime.  All the others were 'dismissed, dropped, or reversed' which makes this statistic completely useless.

Now momma and stepdaddy are suing the police because there's no way their baby boy, who admitted to rampant drug use, violently assaulted a woman, and threatened others repeatedly, could ever do anything like that.  Because they 'never imagined'.

THIS is a checklist for the failure of our culture.  Enabling, blind, ignorant parents, a useless court system, and a society that discourages responsibility and accountability. 

Chicago on MutherF^%$er's Day

'Mother' is only half the word in Chi-town.  

While Shannon Watts and a couple of out-of-touch 'celebrities' marched across a bridge in New York while surrounded by dozens of armed police, this was what was going on in Chicago:

At least 8 killed across Chicago in bloody Mother's Day weekend

A 58-year-old man who was about to sit down for dinner was among the eight people shot and killed in Chicago this weekend, a bloody three days that also saw 40 people wounded...

No innocent he...

 Police said they did not believe Rivera was the shooter’s intended target. At least one of Rivera’s three sons is a gang member, authorities said.

Shock.

Despite pleas from area mothers to stop the violence, Mother’s Day weekend provided no reprieve from the mostly gang-related crime that’s plagued Chicago for years.

And how many of those 'mothers' are turning in their baby boys or baby daddies (plural intentional) for dealing drugs, drive-by's, robberies?

When Shannon, Julianne, and Melissa march through Englewood or Back of the Yards w.o police escort, then maybe I'll give them a shred of respect.  

I won't hold my breath for either one happening. 

Of Badges, Mimics, & Dice

Neat little Kickstarter I threw a few bucks at. Gamer 'Achievement'  Badges.




And for fun, I picked up some "Mimic" dice pouches for myself and the spawnlings.

So w/ a new dice pouch, I need some new dice.  On order are the Chessex 'Gemini' Red/Black/Gold set.  I think those will look good in its mouth.

 

Ancient Dread: Enter Rod Kym Nar

Continued


As Strongbow, Alta, and Mug return to the ship, they discover that several members of the party have not returned, giving all indications that they won’t.  Frederick, Eddie, and Klyn had departed, taking all their belongings with them.  Echo had chosen to stay and continue the adventure.  Strongbow is glad of her company.  Several hours later, a new face appears.  From the Temple Dragonwright, a priestess by the name of Rod-Kym-Nar, declares her intention to join the party and assist them on their quest.  The Dragons have guided her to this place to help Strongbow and Echo succeed in finding…. What?  They still don’t know.  More supplies are needed.

They go through town to pick up gear for the extended journey.  Food, equipment, supplies, mules.. All the necessary items needed to survive the unknown.  Echo shows Strongbow part of her take from the slaver ship, a golden statue of some sort of bird.  Sensing its evil, Strongbow flings it into the harbor.  A sense of foreboding falls over the group as if some force is telling them it will make them pay for that.  

As they continue their sojourn through the markets, they notice a figure is following them.  A cloaked male, hunched over and creepy.  He doesn’t give the impression of hostility but instead one of wanting to communicate with them.  They grab a table at a diner.  Within minutes he slides up to the table and offers them a bag of …. Something… for sale for a mere 10 gold. 

“You buy, yes?  Master wants you to have. “ he says in a grating, whiney voice.

Echo tries to read his aura, the impression she gets is that he is ‘whole but crumbling’.  The party debates and decides to take him up on his offer, wondering who the ‘Master’ is.  The gold is exchanged and he places the bag on the table before shambling off.  Inside the bag is a ring.  Rod claims it and places it back in the bag for the time being.  They purchase the last of their supplies and head back to the ship.

For the first three weeks out at sea, things are uneventful.  As they sail past the Floenry Islands, the last known bastion of civilization in the south however, things begin to change.  The crew and passengers become anxious and stressed.  Tempers flare.  Several sailors get into a brawl remarking that they are not being paid enough to risk their lives like this.  Sailors who fought valiantly against a slaver pirate crew, magic users, and demons.  Strongbow seems unaffected by this malaise and uses this to inspire the crew.  He stands at the bow of the ship, facing the ocean head on.  They seem to sail through a wall, like the feeling of pressure preceding a storm front and the sensation of Doom and foreboding disappears.

The next day, shortly before dawn, land is sighted, a three island archipelago.  Sailing for a bit discovers a bay suitable to anchor in.  

 The party goes ashore along with their retainers and several crew.  Exploring, they see a mud covered native hiding in the jungle.  A shout by one of the sailors startles him and he bolts into the forest.  Strongbow and Rod-kym-na give chase while the rest stay behind on the beach.  Strongbow catches up with the native and indicates that the party is not hostile.  He learns the native’s name.. Te’ke, and they arrange a meeting for the following morning.  Strongbow and Rod return to the beach and they set up camp for the night, posting numerous watches as they are still unsure of this land and the inhabitants.

The next morning arrives early.  As the party trices up the camp, out of the jungle comes Te’ke and numerous members of his tribe including the tribe’s Shaman/Mind Mage Adisa.  Surprising the adventurers, Adisa speaks fluent, if archaic, Elvish. After some parley, the party accepts an invitation to the village, unarmed, in exchange for a representative (iow hostage) from the tribe, the ‘Beloved of Yetu’, to ‘visit’ the ship.  Rod slips on the ring she got back in Sulanok and understands the mutterings of the rest of the tribe.  Echo drinks a ‘Tongues’ potion and also understands.  The mutterings include dire threats against the party should anything happen to the ‘Beloved’ one.

The next day, a messenger arrives to drop off a little girl with the crew and lead the

team to the village of Ma’lwai’yu. Adisa gives the grand tour, and then—feast time!

After the feast comes story-time. Adisa tells of how she learned her skills. The Chief,

Hi’ng-tar’da, tells the creation myth of the islands. Strongbow retells a tale of defending a

village. Rod-kym-na’s story is a short but personal telling of being called to her god. Echo’s

is a highly self-indulgent and very tall tale of being awesome in a grand adventure.

After the stories, they move to the Chief’s hut, an indication that it is time to exchange gifts.  After story-time, the team gathers in the Chief’s hut for gift-giving. Strongbow gives

the Chief a pair of machetes for the tribe’s best scouts/warriors. In return, the Chief gives

Strongbow a mantle of leadership. Rod-kym-na receives a pouch, seemingly meant to hold

a large pearl. Echo gets a pouch of berries.

They are given a hut for the night and told to choose between Adisa, the Shaman, or Te’ke the scout, to guide them to meet the head Shaman, Ye'tu.  They decide on the scout.  Tomorrow they move into the jungle. 

Clueless

So another 'journalist' (for lifestyles and entertainment) thinks she is qualified to determine that I should have my property confiscated (Australian style) because of what she reads in the paper. 

So again I, and tens of millions of other firearm owners should be punished for the actions of what are primarily criminals and the mentally disturbed. 

I'm going to guess this writer lives in a nice, security provided apartment/condo complex or a gated community.

 I'm going to guess she's never gone plinking, or hunting, or attended any sort of firearm community (and we are a community) event.

  I'm going to guess she's never interacted w/ the majority of the victims or their families (as the fact that the majority of those '1000 families are also criminals).

I'm going to guess she jumped on the 'racist, anti-cop' bandwagon just like she's jumping on the Aussie style gun confiscation one.  (yep, I was right)

And she never will because 'feelings' are more important than facts or experiences.  She's a journalism major from EIU, the same university where I was accused of plagiarism by a journalism prof.  because the paper, and I quote,, "seemed too well written for a college student". 

Board Game Night: Axis & Allies Pt I

Rainy day at the Trailer.  After a couple rounds of Connect4 and Othello w/ the various 'Powers, I broke out my old Axis & Allies game to teach them.

Boys vs Girls
Me:  UK
4thPower Alpha (boy):  Russia (by request)
4thPower Bravo (girl): Germany (by request) & Japan (by default)
5thPower (boy):  USA.

CinC chose not to play.

Set up and gave them a rundown of the rules.  They're still figuring things out but they all have an obsession w/ hoarding their money and buying Industrial Complexes.  Lots of combat over Manchuria, Australia, and N. Africa.  Germany's AA is frighteningly accurate having shot down two of my bombers in subsequent turns.  Russia is wide open but is planning on a massive armor purchase next turn.

After two rounds before we paused for the evening:

Round 3: The Battle for Moscow.

Alpha left himself open for attack and Bravo took advantage of it.

 But she left her Japanese navy vulnerable and the youngest took advantage of that,

 She also left North Africa open to the US and Northern Europe/Asia open to the UK.  At the end of round 4:

Round 5:  The US re-enforced N. Africa and moved into Asia and the Pacific Islands.  The UK moved into E. Europe and the Caucus. Germany and Japan started re-enforcing their positions.

 Round 6 started w/ the amphibious invasion of Germany by the UK.

Germany managed to retake their capitol but lost enough forces that another wave of UK troops took it back.  The US moved into Spain then took W. Europe.  The last major German stronghold remains, ironically enough, the Soviet Capitol.  Japan moved farther into Asia and re-enforced its holdings but at the cost of the last of the Imperial fleet.  At the end of round 6: