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I have a wonderful way to solve our problem of illegal immigration across the U.S. and Mexican border. Put a bounty on the heads of those crossing illegally.
I know most of you do not understand the utter determination it takes to be a bounty hunter, nor do you understand what drives most bounty hunter, but I can say one thing, you want illegal crossings stopped, put a dollar value on their heads, and watch the take downs begin.
I am not saying this would be a dead or alive bounty, but I am also not saying that we not allow the hunters from defending themselves. We already have bounty hunters going after illegals who have violated their immigration bonds all across the United States, so lets open the field up wider. Payment for active catches on our southern border. Make it worth my time, I would be there with a team in a minute flat. Open it up more that the hunters get to keep 50% of all funds found on the people, and a set rate for drugs turned in, and you would see amazing results. How good? I will tell you how good.
If you apply current data for bounty hunters capture rates to this problem, you could expect to see over 60% of all crossings stopped and captured. I am shooting low here to give some a chance. When I was working, I captured and closed cases at over a 95% rate. Give me the authorization of law to do this as a practice, and I know we, bounty hunters, would make the border patrol look like chumps in no time whatsoever.
Think I am wrong? Go call a Bail Bondsman, and ask them how long they could even stay in business if he only retained, oh, lets say, 20% of his skips while losing 80%? I bet his answer would be less then four months since most sates call their bond money at 90 days. Where I was from, we had 7 days to produce a body or cut a check. In the bail world, if a check bounces, your done! Unless you have a bona fide damn good reason for not having funds, it is good night for you. These debts will be paid, and you are owned by the surety company until all debts are settled, and almost all sureties will not let you write bonds to pay the debt, so you better get a day job, and a high paying one at that. Crab fishing anyone?
In the bail world, it is expected on average to have a 10% skip rate. Now, some are higher, and some are lower. It all comes down on how tight of a squeeze you have on that persons balls. And even then, you can take everything that person owns, plus everything that family owns, and they still run. That is when I got a phone call. As we always said, it isn't if we catch you, it is just a matter of when! The man who trained me in had chased a guy 7 years and caught him. He only lost those who died before he found them, and that was never of old age! I wish more people where like him, most troubles in our world wouldn't be around with his attitude.
All Congress would need to do is grant us Letters of Marque! I know many of my kind who would be rich in days with how good they are in tracking humans. Let a real man hunter loose and watch them move. It is like nothing else in the world.
There are real time, hard driving, no BS solutions to some problems that do not involve pork spending, ear marks, or lobbying. Why we do not allow more private solutions in situations like this make no sense.
Let Bounty Hunters patrol our borders, and you will see the tide turn.
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Thursday, July 5, 2007
A stolen bike.
Here is a story of my daughters stolen bike.
A few weeks ago, my daughters bike was stolen from our yard. We normally lock all the bike up, but in the heat of playing, it was missed. We woke up that Saturday and her and my son wanted to bike over to the library to check out some books, but when she went outside, her bike was gone. Everything else was still there, my wife's bike, my sons bike, and even my bike were still there. I had the kids go out and check the immediate neighborhood seeing if it was just ridden by one of the local kids and ditched, but nothing was found.
I had my wife call the police to report it in a chance they ran across it, but they had not. My daughter was very upset about her bike being stolen, and her mother and I were even more upset that we couldn't replace it because of lack of money. I went to work that afternoon looking at every bike I saw hoping to see her bike. I also told my wife to drive around town and see if she could find it.
All night I was thinking about my daughters bike. We spent a lot of money on her bike so we knew she was on something safe, and something which she could use to visit friends, go to school, and other kid things which require them to leave our house. All I could do was wait for my shift to be over so I could look for her bike. It was so much more then a bike to her and also to me. It was her first new bike, not a used bike or a hand me down from someone else. She picked it out and we had it special ordered just for her so she had exactly what she wanted. To anyone else, this bike was nothing special, but to her, it was her pride and joy. She had raced up and down the mountain in our town along with her brother and her friends. Some of her favorite memories since moving here as a new family were on that bike. I was going to do whatever I could to get that bike back.
Finally, I got off of work. I headed home having a plan to find the bike. Once I got into town, I started traveling every street on the north side slowly looking at every bike. When I saw anything which resembled her bike, I shined my headlights on it to see if it was hers. I spent a few hours with no luck. Once the sun started to rise in the distance, I headed home to go get some sleep for the next day at work. When I arrived, my wife was just getting up for her work, and I told her of all the places I had searched, and asked her where she had looked. Nothing.
I awoke the next afternoon still with the bike on my mind. I felt the drive and passion to find that which others either didn't know unless they had hunted for something hiding from them. I remembered all the people I hunted over the years, and knew that the key was to never give up, and to try every option. I spent time with the kids making sure they were doing OK, and seeing what they were up to. I could tell just by looking that both of them were upset and sad about our loss of her bike. I called my wife to see if she had gotten a call from the police hoping they ran across it while doing their other duties, but no such luck. I don't know why I did this as I knew my daughters bike was only important to us, and not to anyone else. A bit later my wife called and said she was almost home, and with that I got ready for work.
Again at work, all I could think of was getting my daughters bike back. I thought of where I would go, and where the best places to look could be. The night went fast, and once I punched out of work, I was back on my mission. Since I did most of the north side of town the night before, I headed to the south side. Again, I went to every park, playground, and place kids hung out. I saw hundreds of bikes, but still no sign of hers. I kept looking. I never lost a man when hunting them, so I would be damned if a bike would slip away from me. More memories came back to me. Most this night revolved around when I had a bike stolen. I treasured that bike. I worked so hard for the money for it. I had mowed lawns, raked leaves, moved gravel for my neighbor, split lumber, worked at the pool, and even saved up money I was supposed to spend on lunch. It took me a long time, as kids do not always get paid a good wage, but it was honest money, my money, and I earned it with sweat and blisters. My mother took me the day we bought it to the bike store. Everyone at the shop knew which bike was going to be mine. I had test rode it many times. I even had a poster of it on my wall. I put down my cash, and had enough left over for riding gloves. My mother asked if we could put it in the car, and I said "No way, bikes are for riding!" as I sped off hoping to beat her home. I felt like the wind. I was going as fast as each gear would take me. I jumped curbs, launched off of any bump I could find, and when I came to a stop, I locked the rear brakes grab firm feeling it skid. So, as I said before, I treasured this bike. I didn't have a car, but now, I didn't care. I kept it clean, and I kept it nice. When I had time, I hunted down hills in the woods to ride, looking for new dirt trails I had never rode before, and sometimes just headed out across fields because I knew this bike could handle anything I wanted to ride. Then one night, I had forgotten something at a friends house while visiting. I turned back riding in the dark to his house to get my things. I arrived, and put the bike between his house and the garage out of any ones eyes. I ran in, and I ran right out. In a minute, my bike was gone. Apparently either someone saw me riding it and liked it, or cut through my friends yard from the alley and happened across it. I ran out into the street to see if I could see them riding away. Nothing. I checked all around his house, and down the alley. I even went back in to ask if he or his brother hid it to mess with me. Neither of them understood what I was saying until they realised my bike was stolen. I called my mom for a ride home. She asked why and I told her. She came and got me. When I got in the car she asked me a question, but in my remorse of losing my hard earned bike, I yelled. After that we drove home in silence. I remember crying to sleep that night. I understood my daughters pain.
I drove up every alley, down every street looking at all the bikes in peoples yards. I was jealous that it was my daughters bike that was taken and it appeared like everyone else had theirs. I was think of going home, as I could see light in the far off sky signaling the coming day. I decided to do a couple more streets and call it done for another day. I have always hated calling a hunt off with nothing to show. Even if you go back out to hunt again, it feels like a failure. And this night was going to be just that, a failure. I finished my last street and turned towards home feeling the burning I get when I fail. I had failed my daughter, my wife, my son, and myself. The burn turned to sadness as I drove slowly home until...
What was that? Behind a bush I caught a glimpse of a flash. Was this someone else's bike? I turned the car to get some light on what I saw. The shape was right, the color was right. I got out of the car and lit up the bike with my flashlight. It was the right brand, and it was the right model, and then the tell. It had my daughters bike lock wrapped around the frame! Victory. I called the police to see if they needed a report, or if I could just take it home. The lady at the dispatch said "Good Job". I picked it up and placed it in the back of my car. I headed home feeling good again, worthy again, and even better than those I thought about how happy she would be.
I got home, took the bike out of the car. I placed it with the others and went inside. I woke my daughter up and asked her "Where is the key to your bike lock?". She looked at me with tired eyes and asked why. I explained to her because she needed to go and lock up her bike right away before it disappeared again. She bounded out of her bed, found her key, and ran outside to lock up her bike. After she was done, she grabbed me and gave me the tightest hug I have ever gotten from her as she said, "I love you dad!"
I will do anything for my step kids and my wife. I love them, and I know they love me. A year ago I went from being a single man to being a family. I hope you all know this kind of love.
A few weeks ago, my daughters bike was stolen from our yard. We normally lock all the bike up, but in the heat of playing, it was missed. We woke up that Saturday and her and my son wanted to bike over to the library to check out some books, but when she went outside, her bike was gone. Everything else was still there, my wife's bike, my sons bike, and even my bike were still there. I had the kids go out and check the immediate neighborhood seeing if it was just ridden by one of the local kids and ditched, but nothing was found.
I had my wife call the police to report it in a chance they ran across it, but they had not. My daughter was very upset about her bike being stolen, and her mother and I were even more upset that we couldn't replace it because of lack of money. I went to work that afternoon looking at every bike I saw hoping to see her bike. I also told my wife to drive around town and see if she could find it.
All night I was thinking about my daughters bike. We spent a lot of money on her bike so we knew she was on something safe, and something which she could use to visit friends, go to school, and other kid things which require them to leave our house. All I could do was wait for my shift to be over so I could look for her bike. It was so much more then a bike to her and also to me. It was her first new bike, not a used bike or a hand me down from someone else. She picked it out and we had it special ordered just for her so she had exactly what she wanted. To anyone else, this bike was nothing special, but to her, it was her pride and joy. She had raced up and down the mountain in our town along with her brother and her friends. Some of her favorite memories since moving here as a new family were on that bike. I was going to do whatever I could to get that bike back.
Finally, I got off of work. I headed home having a plan to find the bike. Once I got into town, I started traveling every street on the north side slowly looking at every bike. When I saw anything which resembled her bike, I shined my headlights on it to see if it was hers. I spent a few hours with no luck. Once the sun started to rise in the distance, I headed home to go get some sleep for the next day at work. When I arrived, my wife was just getting up for her work, and I told her of all the places I had searched, and asked her where she had looked. Nothing.
I awoke the next afternoon still with the bike on my mind. I felt the drive and passion to find that which others either didn't know unless they had hunted for something hiding from them. I remembered all the people I hunted over the years, and knew that the key was to never give up, and to try every option. I spent time with the kids making sure they were doing OK, and seeing what they were up to. I could tell just by looking that both of them were upset and sad about our loss of her bike. I called my wife to see if she had gotten a call from the police hoping they ran across it while doing their other duties, but no such luck. I don't know why I did this as I knew my daughters bike was only important to us, and not to anyone else. A bit later my wife called and said she was almost home, and with that I got ready for work.
Again at work, all I could think of was getting my daughters bike back. I thought of where I would go, and where the best places to look could be. The night went fast, and once I punched out of work, I was back on my mission. Since I did most of the north side of town the night before, I headed to the south side. Again, I went to every park, playground, and place kids hung out. I saw hundreds of bikes, but still no sign of hers. I kept looking. I never lost a man when hunting them, so I would be damned if a bike would slip away from me. More memories came back to me. Most this night revolved around when I had a bike stolen. I treasured that bike. I worked so hard for the money for it. I had mowed lawns, raked leaves, moved gravel for my neighbor, split lumber, worked at the pool, and even saved up money I was supposed to spend on lunch. It took me a long time, as kids do not always get paid a good wage, but it was honest money, my money, and I earned it with sweat and blisters. My mother took me the day we bought it to the bike store. Everyone at the shop knew which bike was going to be mine. I had test rode it many times. I even had a poster of it on my wall. I put down my cash, and had enough left over for riding gloves. My mother asked if we could put it in the car, and I said "No way, bikes are for riding!" as I sped off hoping to beat her home. I felt like the wind. I was going as fast as each gear would take me. I jumped curbs, launched off of any bump I could find, and when I came to a stop, I locked the rear brakes grab firm feeling it skid. So, as I said before, I treasured this bike. I didn't have a car, but now, I didn't care. I kept it clean, and I kept it nice. When I had time, I hunted down hills in the woods to ride, looking for new dirt trails I had never rode before, and sometimes just headed out across fields because I knew this bike could handle anything I wanted to ride. Then one night, I had forgotten something at a friends house while visiting. I turned back riding in the dark to his house to get my things. I arrived, and put the bike between his house and the garage out of any ones eyes. I ran in, and I ran right out. In a minute, my bike was gone. Apparently either someone saw me riding it and liked it, or cut through my friends yard from the alley and happened across it. I ran out into the street to see if I could see them riding away. Nothing. I checked all around his house, and down the alley. I even went back in to ask if he or his brother hid it to mess with me. Neither of them understood what I was saying until they realised my bike was stolen. I called my mom for a ride home. She asked why and I told her. She came and got me. When I got in the car she asked me a question, but in my remorse of losing my hard earned bike, I yelled. After that we drove home in silence. I remember crying to sleep that night. I understood my daughters pain.
I drove up every alley, down every street looking at all the bikes in peoples yards. I was jealous that it was my daughters bike that was taken and it appeared like everyone else had theirs. I was think of going home, as I could see light in the far off sky signaling the coming day. I decided to do a couple more streets and call it done for another day. I have always hated calling a hunt off with nothing to show. Even if you go back out to hunt again, it feels like a failure. And this night was going to be just that, a failure. I finished my last street and turned towards home feeling the burning I get when I fail. I had failed my daughter, my wife, my son, and myself. The burn turned to sadness as I drove slowly home until...
What was that? Behind a bush I caught a glimpse of a flash. Was this someone else's bike? I turned the car to get some light on what I saw. The shape was right, the color was right. I got out of the car and lit up the bike with my flashlight. It was the right brand, and it was the right model, and then the tell. It had my daughters bike lock wrapped around the frame! Victory. I called the police to see if they needed a report, or if I could just take it home. The lady at the dispatch said "Good Job". I picked it up and placed it in the back of my car. I headed home feeling good again, worthy again, and even better than those I thought about how happy she would be.
I got home, took the bike out of the car. I placed it with the others and went inside. I woke my daughter up and asked her "Where is the key to your bike lock?". She looked at me with tired eyes and asked why. I explained to her because she needed to go and lock up her bike right away before it disappeared again. She bounded out of her bed, found her key, and ran outside to lock up her bike. After she was done, she grabbed me and gave me the tightest hug I have ever gotten from her as she said, "I love you dad!"
I will do anything for my step kids and my wife. I love them, and I know they love me. A year ago I went from being a single man to being a family. I hope you all know this kind of love.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
AL GORE, go away!
Dear Al Gore,
I read that your boy was speeding and arrested with many drugs. Now there are rumors in the national media that you could possible run for President again. I suggest you not do this because it sounds like the time lost by your family of having you in office is taking a toll.
Perhaps if you spent as much time trying to scare Americans about global warming on your family, these events and others past wouldn't happen. In addition to that, I cannot put a man in office to control our country if he can't control his family. Now you might say your son is of legal age and he can do as he pleases, but again, if you couldn't instill the morals and ethics in your kids in the first place, I would hate to see how you plan to lead the country away from the evils of drugs and other social ills.
Maybe its your wife Tipper's fault, as you were away at work during the raising of your children. In that case, we forgive you for not paying attention to your family. OK, maybe we don't. Perhaps your influence will allow your son not to be charged, and even if charges are brought, your influence will prevent him from seeing a real American jail cell. We the people know that special treatment will be given to your family while the rest of us suffer. Maybe he can have Paris Hilton's room at the jails clinic due to newly found medical conditions.
Al, go away. Quite honestly, go home and pick up where you left off, that is if you ever started, on being a dad. Leave us alone. We the majority were tired of seeing you in Washington, so we didn't elect you to the top seat. Maybe it would surprise you to learn I voted for Bill twice, but for you never.
Now is the best time to back out of politics and deal with addictions. I am speaking of yours needing to be in the news, your wife's for trying to impose her moral and ethical will on us, and your kids drug problems. How much would it mean to your kids if you gave up being seen on TV just to help them? Go away, leave our families to us, and go deal with yours!
SJP
I read that your boy was speeding and arrested with many drugs. Now there are rumors in the national media that you could possible run for President again. I suggest you not do this because it sounds like the time lost by your family of having you in office is taking a toll.
Perhaps if you spent as much time trying to scare Americans about global warming on your family, these events and others past wouldn't happen. In addition to that, I cannot put a man in office to control our country if he can't control his family. Now you might say your son is of legal age and he can do as he pleases, but again, if you couldn't instill the morals and ethics in your kids in the first place, I would hate to see how you plan to lead the country away from the evils of drugs and other social ills.
Maybe its your wife Tipper's fault, as you were away at work during the raising of your children. In that case, we forgive you for not paying attention to your family. OK, maybe we don't. Perhaps your influence will allow your son not to be charged, and even if charges are brought, your influence will prevent him from seeing a real American jail cell. We the people know that special treatment will be given to your family while the rest of us suffer. Maybe he can have Paris Hilton's room at the jails clinic due to newly found medical conditions.
Al, go away. Quite honestly, go home and pick up where you left off, that is if you ever started, on being a dad. Leave us alone. We the majority were tired of seeing you in Washington, so we didn't elect you to the top seat. Maybe it would surprise you to learn I voted for Bill twice, but for you never.
Now is the best time to back out of politics and deal with addictions. I am speaking of yours needing to be in the news, your wife's for trying to impose her moral and ethical will on us, and your kids drug problems. How much would it mean to your kids if you gave up being seen on TV just to help them? Go away, leave our families to us, and go deal with yours!
SJP
What is wrong with our country?
OK, I cannot understand this at all. I am going to put a story below, and let you see what I am worked up about.
Kansas Store Video Captures Five Shoppers Stepping Over Dying Stabbing Victim
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Associated Press
As stabbing victim LaShanda Calloway lay dying on the floor of a convenience store, five shoppers, including one who stopped to take a picture of her with a cell phone, stepped over the woman, police said.
The June 23 situation, captured on the store's surveillance video, got scant news coverage until a columnist for The Wichita Eagle disclosed the existence of the video and its contents Tuesday.
Police have refused to release the video, saying it is part of their investigation.
"It was tragic to watch," police spokesman Gordon Bassham said Tuesday. "The fact that people were more interested in taking a picture with a cell phone and shopping for snacks rather than helping this innocent young woman is, frankly, revolting."
The woman was stabbed during an altercation that was not part of a robbery, Bassham said. It took about two minutes for someone to call 911, he said.
Calloway, 27, died later at a hospital.
Two suspects have been arrested. A 19-year-old woman was charged with first-degree murder. Another suspect who turned himself in had not been charged as of Tuesday, the Sedgwick County prosecutor's office said.
The district attorney's office will have to decide whether any of the shoppers could be charged, Bassham said.
It was uncertain what law, if any, would be applicable. A state statute for failure to render aid refers only to victims of a car accident.
Eagle columnist Mark McCormick told The Associated Press he learned about the video when he called Wichita Police Chief Norman Williams to inquire about a phone call he had received from a reader complaining about a Police Department policy that requires emergency medical personnel to wait until police secure a crime scene before rendering aid. McCormick said Williams then unloaded on him about the shoppers in the stabbing case.
"This is just appalling," Williams told the newspaper. "I could continue shopping and not render aid and then take time out to take a picture? That's crazy. What happened to our respect for life?"
Kansas Store Video Captures Five Shoppers Stepping Over Dying Stabbing Victim
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Associated Press
As stabbing victim LaShanda Calloway lay dying on the floor of a convenience store, five shoppers, including one who stopped to take a picture of her with a cell phone, stepped over the woman, police said.
The June 23 situation, captured on the store's surveillance video, got scant news coverage until a columnist for The Wichita Eagle disclosed the existence of the video and its contents Tuesday.
Police have refused to release the video, saying it is part of their investigation.
"It was tragic to watch," police spokesman Gordon Bassham said Tuesday. "The fact that people were more interested in taking a picture with a cell phone and shopping for snacks rather than helping this innocent young woman is, frankly, revolting."
The woman was stabbed during an altercation that was not part of a robbery, Bassham said. It took about two minutes for someone to call 911, he said.
Calloway, 27, died later at a hospital.
Two suspects have been arrested. A 19-year-old woman was charged with first-degree murder. Another suspect who turned himself in had not been charged as of Tuesday, the Sedgwick County prosecutor's office said.
The district attorney's office will have to decide whether any of the shoppers could be charged, Bassham said.
It was uncertain what law, if any, would be applicable. A state statute for failure to render aid refers only to victims of a car accident.
Eagle columnist Mark McCormick told The Associated Press he learned about the video when he called Wichita Police Chief Norman Williams to inquire about a phone call he had received from a reader complaining about a Police Department policy that requires emergency medical personnel to wait until police secure a crime scene before rendering aid. McCormick said Williams then unloaded on him about the shoppers in the stabbing case.
"This is just appalling," Williams told the newspaper. "I could continue shopping and not render aid and then take time out to take a picture? That's crazy. What happened to our respect for life?"
What the hell is going on in America? We have over 12 million illegal aliens here, and most people say nothing while the middle class and below suffer due to the unfair wage compression which is only boosting illegal business practices. Our border patrol is getting arrested for doing their jobs while drug smugglers are protected when they come across our border. Now, a girl gets stabbed and people just step over her to get their candy bars?????
I usually never say this, but are we on an express train to the end times? My dear God, has human life become so cheap that our daily life doesn't have room to even call 911 for someone bleeding to death on a store floor? Oh, and this isn't New York or California where this happened, but in our Heartland of the country. Kansas?
Now add this to the fact that a short while ago a man was dragged out of a car and killed by a mob in Texas while being a passenger. The driver hit a girl who ran out in front of the car, but they killed the passenger. No one tried to stop the people.
What is going to come out next? Are there people who knew Cho was going to shoot up VA Tech but just got their video camera out to tape?
People, you need to wake up to what is going on. You need to stand up and stop this kind of thing from happening. Do not tell me it is the Police Departments job to protect us because these people didn't even call them! If you do not do for yourself and others, no one else will!
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