I decided to host my blog on my own domain (which I’ve had for years), and have been trying for two days to get my original theme moved over here.

Movable Type drove me apeshit crazy! I couldn’t get even the simplest things to look right.

Now I am trying WordPress, and it seems better. A little easier to screw around with. So over the next week or so you’ll see the blogs look changing as I get it to where I want it.

Best part, the old blogspot URL will still bring you right here!

Saw this over at 3 o’clock in the AM, link to the right –>

You Are Andale Mono

You are a geek, pure and simple. You spend a lot of time online. In fact, you probably love the internet more than anyone you know. You are picky about design, mostly for readability’s sake. You are the type most likely to be irritated by a bad font.

The sheriffs office has already cleared the occupants of the home of ANY wrong doing… but have yet to do as little as apologize for murdering their dogs.

PLEASE take the time to read about what really happened. It could happen to you, me, or anyone. If it happens to me, I’m taking out as many of the murdering muthas as I can.

We have a constitutional right (not that it NEEDS to come from a fucking piece of paper) to be free from this type of shit, but it IS happening every day in the United States of America.

Stand up. Don’t be sheep.

I am so F’ing Pissed about this. But I hope that these two Black Labs deaths will mean something. I would hate if they were shot because of some fucking Barney Fife idiot just wanting to shoot something.

Know this. All it would take is an asshole like me sending you a package to have the cops break down your front door with guns drawn, ready to shoot anyone and anything they deem to be a danger. And no one is willing to say it’s ILLEGAL for them to do it. But doG help you if you shoot back.

The continuing saga of what the heck I listen to on my MP3 player

I have a few songs that have to do with the names of my greyhounds. Sort of a Theme Song for each dog.

Del Shannons “Runaway” and The Beatles “Ticket to Ride” were theme songs for my dogs Runz and Ticket who are no longer with us.

With that in mind, finding a theme song for my greyhound named Morgan WAS a problem. But one night on the ride home the perfect song came on the radio.

Morgans nickname is Mo.

Billy Idol sings Mo Mo Mo (or More More More, without the R’s very pronounced) in the song Rebel Yell.

So here is Morgans Theme

Imagine the old Andy Griffith show, you know the one where he played a small town sheriff, but instead of gun crazy deputy Fife having a six shooter he would be carrying a SIG SG 551, .223 caliber, 30 round, fully automatic, swiss cheese maker. Yeah, Barney Fife with a weapon common to todays small town SWAT teams, and Marines fighting in Iraq.

The picture accompanying this story is of Cheye Calvo and his wife. Cheye is the Mayor of Washington D.C. suburb Berwyn Heights. He is also the latest casualty in the militarization of our police forces, and the total disregard of the US Constitution.

Last week, the Prince George’s County SWAT team busted down his front door without a single knock, tatically entered the house, shot and killed the mayors two black labrador retrievers (one of whom was running AWAY from the intruders), and handcuffed the mayor and his mother-in-law for 90 minutes.

HOLY SHIT… who did this mayor kill? Did he take a shot at President Bush or something?

Turns out the mayors crime was going out onto his front steps, picking up a package addressed to his wife left by a package delivery company, and bringing it in the house. That’s it. That is ALL the mayor did to provoke a full on home breach and shooting involving the police. Read the mayors own description of it here.

Now what the hell could have been in that package that demanded a full military style assault, with weapons blasting, into the home of the MAYOR of a US city? Weapons Grade Uranium? Plutonium? Anthrax? Tax money? An Al-Queda operative?

Nope. Reefer. Weed. Pot. Marijuana. Thirty + pounds or so. That is all it took for what are known as “Prince George’s Finest” to completely destroy the front door without knocking or announcing their presence to the residents inside the home. Now, the state of Maryland doesn’t issue “no-knock” warrants… but they’ve written exemptions into the law to allow for them, even though the cops can’t legally obtain them. The two exemptions are:
1. The officer(s) reasonably believe their lives would be endangered if they knocked and announced.
2. The officers reasonably believe the suspects can destroy the evidence before they can enter.

OK, so lets look at those two things in the context of this military raid. Any reasonable person involved in local law enforcement should know, with even the slightest investigation, that this is the home of a relatively small city MAYOR. Did the cops honestly believe the mayor was going to start firing at them while screaming “Say Hello To My Little Friend!”? Think about it. Then chew on the fact that the cops KNEW the box contained 30 pounds of ganja. THIRTY POUNDS! Just how the hell was the mayor going to dispose of THIRTY pounds of MJ in the one minute it takes for the cops to knock on the door and yell POLICE MUTHAFUCKA OPEN UP?

Well, one thing about this… the feds are finally getting involved in a fucked up police raid. Of course I don’t anticipate them finding the cops at fault. Cops are NEVER at fault… even when, as in this case, they are guilty of crimes against the US Constitution.

Oh, and the best part… the cops have acknowledged that neither the Mayor, his wife, or his mother-in-law were aware of the shipment of marijuana, that is was supposed to be intercepted before delivery by the actual criminals. I mean real “criminals”, not the ones with badges. Of course this would spark outrage if it wasn’t commonplace… but this happens EVERY day in this country.

Continuing with the latest installment of posting a video (or someones homemade video) of a song from my MP3 player.

Dennis Leary is a comedian from my hometown area of Boston Massachusetts. Lately he’s known more for his TV and movie roles, but he was once one of the more irreverant, and sometimes irratating, funny men.

He wrote and sang a song that I often use to describe myself.