In 1776, the colonies demanded and claimed independence from the tyranny of Great Britain.  While the Americans were waxing philosophical about liberty and independence, they were actively enslaving Africans and others.

I shared with S.O. that the 4th of July really isn’t our holiday and he took issue with me.  Being brainwashed a Marine has obviously shaped his views a bit differently than mine and I can appreciate that.

Don’t misunderstand, I love the idea of America and fully recognize that the life I live would probably not be possible in any other place.  But, the truth of matter of is, I must remember and admit that those great self-evident truths EVIDENTLY didn’t include my people because they were in bondage.

With that, to me, the 4th of July to me is more about BBQ, family, and the Essence Music Festival than liberty.

Go forth and BBQ.

I hope that when I have kids of my own they really don’t get shook when I tell them there are things that they got to learn that cannot be found in books. Gil Scott-Heron

Me and the SO will be spending the 4th in Atlanta. After this pork, bbq sauce, and foolishness laden weekend I will probably need a forklift to get out of bed.

I was appointed to 6 new criminal cases - this is my analysis so far. Remember, this is the early stage of my investigation.

Aggravated assault with a sledge hammer - Allegedly, my client hit her boyfriend’s side piece with a sledge hammer when she caught them together at a car wash. Uhhhhmm, who carries around a damned sledge hammer? Or, better yet , who lets someone get close enough to hit them while they are brandishing a damned sledge hammer?? She’s INNOCENT!!

Burglary of an Automobile - As high as gas is, who would steal a damn car. Now, if was burglary of Schwinn I would be worried. Let him go, Your Honor.

Sale of Cocaine and Possession of Promethazine - Get outta here! So, you think he’s slangin’ and sippin’. Not the syrup!!!! Not the syrup!!

Sale of Cocaine - It was for personal use, Your Majesty!!!

Aight. Matlock would be proud. That was cool. I think that I will give the clients my blog addy so that they can keep up with their cases.

Background:

The witness is the mother of a man that was determined through genetic testing to be the father of a child that is the custody of the Department of Human Services due to neglect. The witness was complaining that the son did not receive notice to be in court today. This is what she said:

Witness: Noneone ever received notice. The only way I knew to be here was when I was VISITATING the baby at the foster parent’s home.

of my new golf clubs!!!  They are allegedly an early birthday gift.  Doesn’t he know that I have early onset dementia??  No way can I be expected to remember that in August.  No.Way. 

I really like these clubs.  They are pretty but not too feminine and I plan to coordinate my ‘fit to match them.  Cheesy?  Yes it is.  My old clubs were given to me when another golfer upgraded.  I wanted some that cost $700 but it has been suggested that I only get those when I can shoot under 100.  That will be like in  year NeverEver.

I start another series of lessons tomorrow.  Wish me luck.  It isn’t too late for me to make it onto the tour!  LOL

If you kinda “straighten out” a preacher who is your client but not your preacher and wasn’t wearing a suit and never said anything about the Bible but was getting on your nerves talking some ole B.S. are you going to hell?

It’s a page turner!!!!

Amazon’s Product Description
Part history, part thriller, Now the Hell Will Start tells the astonishing tale of Herman Perry, the soldier who sparked the greatest manhunt of World War II— and who became that war’s unlikeliest folk hero

A true story of murder, love, and headhunters, Now the Hell Will Start tells the remarkable tale of Herman Perry, a budding playboy from the streets of Washington, D.C., who wound up going native in the Indo-Burmese jungle—not because he yearned for adventure, but rather to escape the greatest manhunt conducted by the United States Army during World War II.

An African American G.I. assigned to a segregated labor battalion, Perry was shipped to South Asia in 1943, enduring unspeakable hardships while sailing around the globe. He was one of thousands of black soldiers dispatched to build the Ledo Road, a highway meant to appease China’s conniving dictator, Chiang Kai-shek. Stretching from the thickly forested mountains of northeast India across the tiger-infested vales of Burma, the road was a lethal nightmare, beset by monsoons, malaria, and insects that chewed men’s flesh to pulp.

Perry could not endure the jungle’s brutality, nor the racist treatment meted out by his white officers. He found solace in opium and marijuana, which further warped his fraying psyche. Finally, on March 5, 1944, he broke down—an emotional collapse that ended with him shooting an unarmed white lieutenant.

So began Perry’s flight through the Indo-Burmese wilderness, one of the planet’s most hostile realms. While the military police combed the brothels of Calcutta, Perry trekked through the jungle, eventually stumbling upon a village festooned with polished human skulls. It was here, amid a tribe of elaborately tattooed headhunters, that Herman Perry would find bliss—and would marry the chief ’s fourteen-year-old daughter.

Starting off with nothing more than a ten-word snippet culled from an obscure bibliography, Brendan I. Koerner spent nearly five years chasing Perry’s ghost—a pursuit that eventually led him to the remotest corners of India and Burma, where drug runners and ethnic militias now hold sway. Along the way, Koerner uncovered the forgotten story of the Ledo Road’s black G.I.s, for whom Jim Crow was as virulent an enemy as the Japanese. Many of these troops revered the elusive Perry as a folk hero—whom they named the Jungle King.

Sweeping from North Carolina’s Depression-era cotton fields all the way to the Himalayas, Now the Hell Will Start is an epic saga of hubris, cruelty, and redemption. Yet it is also an exhilarating thriller, a cat-and-mouse yarn that dazzles and haunts.

A stinky evil computer man told me that all my files are probably infected so, I need to have my hard drive wiped clean.  What about my iTunes library???  Surely, there is software that can copy it directly from the iPod.  I could just iScream!!!!

It is amazing how succinctly that word describes me right now. I mean this level of nonproductivity is usually seen only in the dead. LOL I’m an extraordinary slacker, huh? Oh, and I can be distracted by just about anything. Hell, I’m even blogging more so I can avoid meaningful activity.

It’s time for an intervention. I go to work in time for lunch and the only thing that I will agree to do after lunch is play golf and talking about politics. In.That.Order. Help me!!!

Sidenote: I’m looking at footage of Cindy McCain on CNN and she is so pulled back and plastic. That lady is way older than 54 - she needs to stop lying. I’m looking forward to having a drug addicted First Lady, aren’t you?