Friday, November 27, 2015

Tis' the season to be wary

I write this to you my reader, during a brief lull in the shelling…   

After being abducted by a Swedish separatist group and held for controlling shares in a lucrative fast growing business of my own design, BBQ favored Lutefisk and after countless months of torture.  I was freed by a crack all Female Libyan Commando team (former bodyguards to Col. Muammar Gaddafi) under contract to my chief investor Halliburton (truthfully it was a subcontract, the original contact was held by ex-Rhodesian hog farmers) Even after countless hours of debriefing and therapy, I still wet myself every time a Abba song comes on the radio.  But that’s a story for another time.

What I wanted to share with you, dear reader, is the foreboding I feel.  A foreboding I know you share, or you wouldn’t be reading this.  There are no accidents.  I have spent a great deal of time these past few years with members of underground movements, revolutionaries, capital investors, religious leaders and musicians.  During that time I have picked up a few things (fortunately most could be treated but a strong dose of antibiotics) some could not, thus is the price of knowledge.  

 First, the war for the soul of America is over and we the people lost (we now know that it happened the day Ford was ordered to pardon Nixon, (under threat of becoming a piñata, ala Jack Kennedy.  The turning point in this war however was actually when they killed Bobby, but that’s something you the reader already know) 
Second, we have all been bred and trained to be foot soldiers in this Brave New World, the beauty of which is that the majority of the population of the “free-world” do not even realize this undisguised fact, a fact hiding in painfully plain site, a fact as common as a 30 second TV spot for a personal injury lawyer late at night, or as obvious as the tracking chip implanted at the base of your spinal cord. 
Third, the embers of an older more devastating war were fanned to life once more, a war that burns with the blue flame of lust.  This war slipped from public awareness, through careful scrubbing of history and tailor made public education, but there are still some of us, dear reader, who shudder at the recall of its last battle…the Dutch Tulip Crash. 
 It is a war commanded by shareholders and Boards of Directors, as bloody and devastating as any war humanity has known.  A war in which members of your own family are highly trained sleeper agents, agent provocateurs and deadly assassins.  Today, this day, this Black Friday, is their annual training day, in this God Blessed Nation.  They are tracked, scored and evaluated, GPS coordinates triangulated with their point of purchase impulse buys, all secured with 30% interest rates (did you ever wonder why they call it “Target”).  This dear reader is their new Waffen SS, an elite in training.  A group willing to kill for a 32 inch digital television, made by underfed children chained to machines in North Korean labor camp, today for only 199.95.  All with big smiles and dead eyes.

Dressed in matching Christmas sweaters, cold hearted foot soldiers, using skills easily transferred from the retail outlets to the cold and silent cinder block rooms of hidden FEMA camps.   Some of you might at this point ask for proof.  “How can you, JQP say such a thing?”  To those of you who doubt these words I say: You need look no further than the bloodlust gleaming in Grandmas eyes, or hear the insensate rantings of a child who has been forced to watch “children’s programming” these chants of “I Want, I Want, I want”, or just look at the recent Chinese engineered crash of the Alpaca market here in the US, that dear friends was just a flexing of the muscles.  You have been warned dear reader…come give Ma-Maw a big hug.
I remain, the shadow that falls on your heart:
JQP, esq.

Sunday, May 01, 2011

Requiem for the Living:

Saylor Bob and Finnegan's Baptism:

Any metro-sexual can be a Hipster, Saylor Bob is a Hip Cat, a bastard love child of 1948 Detroit and Fitzgerald's East Egg, a walking celebration of all that is America, set to the subversive beat of improvisational jazz and the artists pallet of imagination.

I salute you Saylor Bob, you and this our American Dream.

I remain as always, your bedbug in the pillow of compliancy:

JQP esq

Thursday, January 08, 2009

Yet another Post-Holiday Post:


Thought for the Day:
The important thing is this: To be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we could become.
Charles DuBois

Status Update:
I sit here typing this in front of a roaring fire, sadly missing a large part of my eyebrows. However, homemade napalm does in fact facilitate starting a fire in the fireplace, granted my dosage does need some tweaking. I trust, you the reader are full well on track to disregard those pesky New Years Resolutions, I being self assured never much for those trappings designed for those of weaker constitutions.

What a year it has been, some of the selected highlights would be:
Replacing stolen copper pipes.
Travels across the western world as a world famous consultant.
Curing Polio, only to find out someone beat me to it.
Taking 3rd place at the haggis toss, during the Tri-State Highland Games.
Both my flower and I being part of Staffing Cut-Downs, for a total of three places of employment.
Finding secret joy in dbl. shots and the musical stylings of that song smith Mr. Glen Campbell.
Getting into a fight on my birthday and having a police dog attack me
Working on the O’bama campaign, I always support the Irish
My hard work translating into a cushy government job for My Flower
Working 3 part-time jobs, for 60 to 70 hours a week.
Car problems and more car problems
Winning the Southside Catfish Noodling Invitational
Having the tips of two fingers reattached
Playing some of the best lackluster Rugby of my distinguished career
Making gin in my bathtub and having my feet smell like juniper for two months
Spending time with those I love and care for.
Several colorful trips to the local ERs.
Once again gaining full time employment saving my fellow man

Yes, dear friend…it has been a slow year I shall endeavor to uphold the high standard(s) of this blog.

Today;s Bill:
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28

Quote of the Day:
Your equipment DOES NOT affect the quality of your image. The less time and effort you spend worrying about your equipment the more time and effort you can spend creating great images. The right equipment just makes it easier, faster or more convenient for you to get the results you need.
Ken Rockwell

I remain, as effective as your first mustache and just as sharp.

JQP esq.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

A Post Thanksgiving Post:

my bar
(Both I and my Kind and Courteous staff wish you a most enjoyable Holiday Season)

Thought of the Day:
An education isn't how much you have committed to memory, or even how much you know. It's being able to differentiate between what you do know and what you don't.
Anatole France

In the News:
True to the old Hee Haw song “If it weren’t for bad luck I’d have no luck at all.” My Flower and I have since I last posted: lost our gainful employment, gained gainful employment and had major car repair(s). Add to that numerous painful injuries sustained while trying to teach several friends the finer points of rappelling at a local abandoned quarry (a sport, I am giving some thought to giving up) and the occasional impromptu bar fighting demonstration.

Thank God, at least I have major medical. I am currently working 3 part time jobs for a average of over 70 hours a week, covering a 12 county area, which I might add has cut into my extracurricular actives, granted not has much as My Flower would like.

I still enjoy teaching modern interpretive dance at the youth center and running SWAT sniper courses for Latin American Law Enforcement agencies, in my spare time I knit socks for soldiers and read to the blind (often cutting edge Swiss post modern works, in the original German dialect that I speak with a heavy Amish accent).

On the good news side of life, I am told my broken ribs are now healed and I removed the stitches from my ear, which was partially ripped from my head two weeks ago, but that’s a story for another time and one, truth be know my wife tells better. My Flower got a great government job helping with the redistribution of wealth and on the plus side she really enjoys her comrades at the collective.

I borrowed money from my formerly lucrative retirement plan before the market crash, which paid for a wild night in Havana (The city of Havana, Illinois)as My Flower and I celebrated 12 years of co-habilitation bliss. …and at least we are not living in the out-lands of a Reservation.

Your Seasonal Recipe of the Week:

Uncle JQP’s Sentry Soup:

1 48 qz Jar of Randall’s Deluxe Pinto Beans
1 48 qz Jar of Randall’s Deluxe Northern Beans
1 48 qz Jar of Randall’s Deluxe Mixed Beans
4 tbp of Sorghum Molasses
1 large red onion diced
3 cups of strong black coffee, more to taste
2 shots of cheap whisky
1 tsp Red pepper
1 tsp Black pepper
1 tsp cheap meat tenderizer
6 slices of thick cut bacon, ripped into bite sizes bits

Toss it all in a large Crock Pot, stir and let everyone get to know each other. Set on High for 2 hours, low for 4, stir every now and again. Serve with stone ground corn bread, if you don’t know the difference you shouldn’t be making corn bread in the first place. This dear reader is the best use of beans, old coffee and whisky I have found to date.

Today’s Bill:
"Done to death by slanderous tongue
Was the Hero that here lies"
Much Ado About Nothing (V, iii, 3-4)

Quote for the Day:
A wise man gets more use from his enemies than a fool from his friends.
Baltasar Gracian

I remain much like the metaphorical lost traveler who is you childhood hopes and dreams:

JQP esq.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Behold the End of Capitalism as we the Trusted few Knew it:


I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
Alive as you or me
Says I, "But Joe, you're ten years dead,"
"I never died," says he
"I never died," says he
"In Salt Lake, Joe," says I to him,
Him standing by my bed,
"They framed you on a murder charge,"
Says Joe, "But I ain't dead,"
Says Joe, "But I ain't dead."
"The copper bosses killed you, Joe,
They shot you, Joe," says I.
"Takes more than guns to kill a man,"
Says Joe, "I didn't die,"
Says Joe, "I didn't die."
And standing there as big as life
And smiling with his eyes
Joe says, "What they forgot to kill
Went on to organize,
Went on to organize."
"Joe Hill ain't dead," he says to me,
"Joe Hill ain't never died.
Where working men are out on strike
Joe Hill is at their side,
Joe Hill is at their side."
"From San Diego up to Maine,
In every mine and mill,
Where workers strike and organize,"
Says he, "You'll find Joe Hill,"
Says he, "You'll find Joe Hill."
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
Alive as you or me
Says I, "But Joe, you're ten years dead,"
"I never died," says he
"I never died," says he

Unfashionable becomes the fashion once again…


Wednesday, September 10, 2008


(Nobody makes baby stand in a corner.)

(Nobody puts lipstick on my hog, but Mrs. JQP)

I remain the splinter in your dark, dark soul:


Monday, September 08, 2008

I am putting the Band back together:


..and am working part time up around South Bend selling Bibles and Cutco Knifes, other than that being poor sucks ass.

as always, I remain much like the sand in your bathing suit of your hopes:

JQP esq.

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Last Day as a Trend Setting Consultant:

(I am a man of singular vision and pure bodily fluids)

Last Week Update:
Last weekend my Flower and I drove 4 hours each way to enjoy the long awaited Pierogifest, . We ate more Polish food in three hours than I have ever dreamed could eatten.


To the point I am still sweating like a Pole and Pole sweat my friends smells funny, not like white people (we all know white people smell like wet chickens). I engaged in the Polish traditional folk dances and beer drinking rituals, but after 3 hours and several over flowing Port-a-Potties my Bride bailed on the event and I headed to the Dunes.

Now if you have never been to the Dunes I highly recommend it. We sat on Indiana’s only sandy beach and marveled at the Gary, IN air quality and pharmaceutical waste floating in the water. But, truth be known, I would move up there, just a short train ride into Chicago, and you have beach and woods, all very pretty if you don’t look east or west on the beach…however I bet the winters suck ass. I don’t think we will be making the 8 hour round trip next year, but I feel like I got my ticket punched.

This Weekend Warning Order:
Memphis Tom and his daughter Sweet-Pea (my Goddaughter) will be visiting for 5 wonderful fun filled days. So, I am dismantling our Meth lab and unloading all the unregistered handguns. She is school age now so I am thinking I can teach her how to skin wildlife and make improvised munitions, oh and how to make bread.

On Government Cheese:
Well dear reader, I am busying myself with the never ending search for a lucrative career. I am interviewing across this great land and with a few NGOs over the pond providing services in places the tourists miss.


My personal laptop is currently being repaired by those highly skilled folks at Best Buy; they assure me that it should be back in my hands in four to six weeks. Since today I must send my work laptop back to my previous employer I will have limited access to you clusters of electrons and neutrons on a screen about 14 inches from my face (that is after all how most of you exist to me).

Quote of the Day:
“I have been to the district around Sparta in southern Greece, whose inhabitants were famous for their brevity of speech. When Philip of Macedon threatened them with, "If I enter Laconia, I will raze Sparta to the ground," the Spartans' reply was, "If."

So, until then my friends and enemies who like to keep tabs, all my best:


Tuesday, July 22, 2008

More news at the top of the hour:

(Hey, I am above all else a people person!)

Laid right the fuck Off:
Due to corporate downsizing my rather lucrative contract was not in fact renewed after all indications were that it was going to be. Add to this, that as a contract employee I can not get unemployment.

So, I and my bride have begun to enjoy our Grapes of Wrath like existence while I seek somewhat gainful employment. I guess I could go back to being a brain surgeon or driving the church bus but damn it, creative dance was my life.

All my best,

JQP esq.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Racist against Texans:

A Indiana State Trooper pulls over two good ol’ boys from Texas

The cop walked up and tapped on the window
with his nightstick.

The driver rolled down the window and "WHACK!,"
the cop smacked him in the head with his nightstick.

"What the hell was that for?" the driver asked.
"You're in Indiana , son," the trooper

"When we pull you over in the Hoosier state , you better have your
license ready by the time we get to your car.

"I'm sorry, officer!" the driver said, "Me ‘en my buddy here are from Crawford, Texas and don't know your laws here.

The trooper runs a check on the guy's license--he's clean and gives
the guy his license back.

The trooper then walks around to the passenger side and taps on
the window.

The passenger rolls down the window and "WHACK!," the
trooper smacks him on the head with the nightstick.

"What'd the holy-hell ‘ya do that for?" the passenger demands.

"Just making your wish come true," replied the trooper.

"Making WHAT wish come true?" the passenger asked.

"Because, I know you damn Texas people," the trooper says... "Two miles
down the road you're gonna turn to your buddy and say, 'I wish that
asshole would've tried that shit with me!'"

In the News:

I have been saying this for a few years, but I think we might be in for a shit storm of young men and women acting-out when they get out of boots. Anyone who has served or been in a relationship with someone who has can tell you there is a readjustment period you have to go through. I always looked at it as luck of the draw, sometimes you bounce right out of it, sometimes you don’t.

I just ran across this article about some folks who were kind of fucked before they were in the service. I bring this to your attention so you keep it in mind when you hear about some vet with PTSD doing something dumbass, there is a chance that the vet might have been a bit fucked before he or she put on the uniform.

I always ask my friend(s) when they get back “what do you need from me?” and then do my best to give it (it’s often picking up the bar tab and telling
some stories that you don’t want anyone else to hear) Just my two cents.

Post-traumatic stress gives some veterans an easy out from postwar crimes
By Russell Carollo - McClatchy Newspapers
Troops' criminal histories ignored

Lance Cpl. Roel Ryan Briones saw the horrors of the Iraq war firsthand, including the site where his fellow Marines allegedly killed 24 women, children and other civilians at Haditha. So when he returned to Kings County, Calif., got drunk and drove a stolen pickup into someone's living room, family and friends blamed the psychological effects of war, or post-traumatic stress disorder.

His crime, like others committed by returning war veterans, caught the attention - and sympathies - of lawmakers and veterans groups. California passed legislation in 2006, and at least four other states have drafted or considered laws to empower judges to send these veterans to treatment in lieu of prison because their crimes may be the byproduct of war.

But a yearlong examination by The Sacramento Bee found veterans sometimes had criminal records and other questionable backgrounds before enlistment, and experts said that since crime is not a typical symptom of PTSD, their subsequent crimes more likely were a product of their backgrounds than of the war. "It's an excuse, the way I see it," said Catherine Casey, whose 16-year-old daughter was killed in 2006 by another former California-based Marine driving drunk in Minnesota. "To use it as a crutch or an excuse for our behavior is, as far as I'm concerned, unacceptable."
Casey, a police investigator who does background checks for the Minneapolis Police Department, was angry not only because her daughter died, but also because she learned the man who killed her daughter had a history that included alcohol offenses before he joined the military.

For decades, the public has recognized that war can cause psychological problems, but it was the post-Vietnam era that spawned a large number of studies into what became known as PTSD. The Bee's examination found that the services are accepting a growing number of recruits with criminal backgrounds, and experts said they are more likely to suffer PTSD and more likely to respond to stress by committing crimes. "If these individuals who, because of their past histories and their genetics, are prone to be violent and have been violent in the past, stress can exacerbate that behavior," said Dr. Elisabeth Binder, an assistant professor of psychiatry and behavioral sciences at Emory University in Atlanta who has recently completed a PTSD study.

Is stress an excuse?

Lance Cpl. Briones' criminal history in the southern San Joaquin Valley began long before he experienced the stress of a combat zone, and that criminal history is directly connected to his ending up in Iraq. "He wasn't a person who I would classify as a real upstanding citizen, before or during the military," said Kings County Deputy District Attorney Adam Nelson.

Briones was arrested on felony drug charges on July 20, 2003, after Hanford police received complaints about intoxicated people at a convenience store. Officers found seven baggies in Briones' pockets that they reported contained marijuana and money, an indication he had been selling drugs, according to Nelson. Briones was "very intoxicated," the police report says, and he "was out of control at the jail and had to be restrained several times to keep him from hurting himself or others."

Later, Nelson said, "his attorney contacted our office and said the guy wants to go into the military. At the time, we said that would probably be the best thing for him." The office agreed to drop charges if Briones enlisted, but Nelson now believes that agreement was a mistake. Shortly before he deployed to Iraq in 2005, Briones was charged with drunken driving in Orange County, not far from the Marine Corps' Camp Pendleton. He pleaded guilty and was sentenced to three years' informal probation.

In 2006, the Marine Corps charged Briones with stealing nearly $4,000 in night-vision goggles and binoculars in Iraq and with trying to send two 9 mm pistols in the mail. The Marines also accused Briones of a rape at Camp Pendleton. That same year, he came home on leave to Kings County, stole a pickup and drove it into a living room, with a blood-alcohol level nearly double the legal limit. A police report described Briones' behavior in the jail as "combative," similar to his behavior in jail before he joined the military.

Still, his war experiences were quickly blamed.

"My boss was getting crank calls at his house, swearing at him because he's prosecuting this hero," Nelson said. Briones faced a maximum sentence of three years and eight months for vehicle theft, DUI and vandalism, but he pleaded guilty only to vandalism and received a two-year sentence. All the military charges were withdrawn shortly after the accident. Nelson said a psychiatric evaluation found that Briones "was suffering from stress, but that it was not an excuse for what he did."

California justice

Because of links to the Haditha killings, the Briones case was making headlines worldwide as the chairwoman of the California Assembly's Veterans Affairs Committee was pushing fellow lawmakers to offer veterans treatment in lieu of prison.
"I brought [Briones] up, I remember, during the committee," said Assemblywoman Nicole Parra, who is from Hanford, in Kings County. "I didn't know the specifics of the case to say he had PTSD, but I said ... you've got to believe that [the war] had to have had some kind of impact." Told that Briones had been arrested on felony drug sale charges prior to his service, Parra said, "Yeah, so he sold drugs. But again, he went to war, saw horrific crimes being committed. Did that time and experience in Iraq affect him when he got back?"

The first version of the bill would have mandated that judges divert veterans diagnosed with PTSD to treatment. The governor vetoed it. "The trauma of war is unfortunate, but justice for crime victims and the safety of the public must remain a paramount concern of the criminal justice system," Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger wrote in his veto message. The version signed by Schwarzenegger in September 2006 empowers California judges to bypass sentencing guidelines and choose between treatment or jail for veterans convicted of any crime.

Linking crime to stress

The media and the public have focused most of their attention on the war records of returning veterans who commit crimes, not their criminal records. Mastermichael Ramsey was one of more than 100 veterans identified in a New York Times series linking crimes by veterans to post-traumatic stress. But Ramsey's criminal history began in his hometown of Milwaukee long before he joined the Army and long before he experienced the stress of a war zone. Thirteen days after his 17th birthday, in May 1999, Ramsey was accused by Milwaukee police of threatening to "shoot and kill" someone. He was ordered to court on a charge of disorderly conduct, but failed to appear.

Two days later, Ramsey was accused of stealing a Toyota and driving it to school, resulting in a six-month jail sentence, which was stayed, and a two-year probation term. Six months after his sentencing, Milwaukee police restrained Ramsey at Harold S. Vincent High School as he shouted profanities and tried to physically confront a school official, who had accused him of gambling. Ramsey was charged with disorderly conduct and again missed a court appearance, prompting the court to issue a warrant for his arrest. Within four months, Ramsey was accused of shoplifting, and two months later, police records show, undercover Milwaukee police purchased drugs from Ramsey's roommate at their residence. Ramsey, who was on probation at the time, was arrested there on outstanding warrants. On Valentine's Day in 2002, Ramsey was arrested on a charge of carrying a concealed weapon after he tried to enter Federal Plaza in Milwaukee with a pellet pistol in his backpack.

Within four months, he went in to the Army and subsequently was deployed to Iraq.

"He got into the service with that kind of record?" asked Deputy Inspector Edward Bailey of the Milwaukee County Sheriff's Office. "It surprises me not as a law enforcement officer. It surprises me as a prior-service Army officer." In November 2005, Ramsey and two other soldiers were drinking heavily, violating a military prohibition on consuming alcohol in Iraq. The two other soldiers began to argue, according to Ramsey, and one of them, Spc. Chris Rolan, shot and killed Pvt. Dylan Paytas. Ramsey's account of what happened that night was the only version of events provided at Rolan's court-martial, since Rolan didn't testify. Rolan was convicted of unpremeditated murder, and Ramsey was discharged for what the military described as "other-than-honorable" reasons.

Crimes without combat

Not all military personnel who commit civilian crimes ever experienced war firsthand, and even some of the ones who served in a war zone have chosen not to blame war-related stress. Ian Bowers served in Iraq for about two months, and a military spokeswoman said he likely didn't see combat. When he was accused in a fatal drunken driving accident in Madison, Wis., his attorney did not use the war as an excuse for the crime, although his service was mentioned during his sentencing hearing. "I don't know that Iraq had much of anything to do with this," said attorney Bill Ginsberg. "This is your run-of-the-mill drunk driving."

Still, an editorial in the local Madison newspaper portrayed Bowers as among a group of veterans who "have had no problems with their lives or the law before their war service," and Bowers also was included in the New York Times series linking crimes by veterans to PTSD. In 2004, when Bowers was 17, he was charged with theft after officers reportedly found him near a Madison shopping area wearing a pair of stolen $70 boots and two pairs of jeans, one with a sales tag still on it. He pleaded no contest to stealing the boots, but police could not determine where the pants had come from. One month later, Bowers' mother complained to deputies that her sons were smoking marijuana and that she had found stolen property in her house, including BB guns. Six months later, the mother again called authorities, saying Bowers had confronted her after she found him with another boy who had been smoking marijuana.

"She was extremely disturbed and frightened by the behavior," a sheriff's report says, adding that Bowers' mother feared he "wanted to physically harm her." Bowers pleaded no contest to a disorderly conduct charge in the second incident and paid a $243 fine. In February 2006, weeks after pleading guilty to speeding more than 20 mph over a posted limit, Bowers enlisted in the Army. On leave at Christmas that year, Bowers was driving a 2002 Chevy Impala when it collided with another vehicle, leaving two dead and two injured. Bowers pleaded no contest to two counts of homicide and one of injury by intoxicated use of vehicle, and in January of this year he was sentenced to 13 years in prison.

Treatment or jail?

As word of the California law spread, Assemblywoman Parra's office fielded calls from lawmakers in other states, including New York, Montana and Minnesota. Minnesota tried to take the California law further, proposing that judges be empowered to divert veterans to treatment even before their criminal cases were decided. "Presumably if you get treatment and everything is fine, then that stay becomes permanent," said Hennepin County, Minn., prosecutor Pat Diamond. "You walk away without anything on your record. It was a route that we thought wasn't appropriate." Opposition from prosecutors and victims advocates led Minnesota lawmakers to rewrite the law. A version similar to the California bill became law in May, making Minnesota the second state to pass such legislation.

Minnesota attorney Brockton Hunter wrote the new bill, and his inspiration was a client, former Marine Anthony Joseph Klecker, who also entered the military with a troubled past. Klecker was expelled from Como Park Senior High School in St. Paul for carrying a knife to school, Hunter said. Soon after graduating from another high school, he learned his girlfriend was pregnant. "He worked several jobs, various stuff, low-level, hourly wage jobs," Hunter said. "He was trying to find direction in his life, and he was trying to find a career to support his new family."

During high school and after graduation, Klecker collected several traffic citations, was cited for underage drinking and - he admitted to a probation officer - used marijuana periodically. Days before he joined the Marine Corps in November 2000, he was arrested on suspicion of drunken driving, registering a blood-alcohol level of more than 0.10, but the charge was reduced to careless driving.

Klecker's Marine unit, based near San Diego, was among the first to deploy for Iraq, and the unit engaged hostile forces several times, according to his attorney and court records. In one incident that Hunter said significantly contributed to his client's PTSD, Klecker fired a machine gun into a civilian van that moved toward him despite warning shots. "He never did find out if he killed anyone innocent," says a memorandum that Hunter filed in court to support his plea for treatment instead of prison. "This experience has probably been the hardest one for Tony to live with."
In the months following his discharge from the Marines in late 2004, Klecker joined the Minnesota National Guard. Back home, his drinking led to at least two arrests for barroom altercations, one of them a felony arrest for terrorist threats that resulted in an acquittal.

Hunter said he met Klecker when he represented him for one of the assault cases, and he called Klecker's behavior "classic PTSD." The two bonded, Hunter said, as Klecker's problems continued. On the night of Oct. 27, 2006, while on probation for one of the other assault cases, Klecker drank shots for hours at a St. Paul bar. Early the next morning, the car he was driving rammed into a concrete freeway barrier, knocking it into the opposing lane. Sixteen-year-old Deanna Casey, driving home from a late shift at a McDonald's, smashed into the barrier, then collided with the cab of a semi-truck that hit the same barrier and flipped over.

PTSD became the centerpiece of Hunter's plea for special treatment.

The New York Times series cited Klecker, too, saying that he saw "fierce combat in Iraq and struggled with nightmares and rage," but rather than seek treatment for PTSD, it said, he "tried to blunt his symptoms with heavy alcohol use." A subsequent Times story, published just last week, continued to depict Klecker as a victim of PTSD but mentioned part of his pre-military background. At the time of the fatal accident, Deanna Casey was dealing with her own problems. She had been sexually assaulted by her uncle, who was sentenced four months earlier. Like Klecker, the uncle, a Minnesota state trooper, blamed PTSD, caused by his job.

"My daughter was assaulted on Christmas Eve 2004," Catherine Casey said. Deanna had trouble sleeping in a dark room after the assault, she said, adding that "if anyone was suffering from PTSD, it was her." Klecker's probation officer recommended 57 months, but the judge, apparently moved by Klecker's war record, sentenced him to treatment, community service, probation and, in effect, time served.

His rehabilitation was short-lived.

Klecker's probation was revoked following two altercations at a veterans treatment facility, where he also was accused of carrying a knife. This time, the judge sentenced him to four years, but he could be eligible for release in fewer than 18 months.

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Canned Heat-On The Road Again-Live at Montreux 1973.


My Tribute to Canned Heat:

canned heat 72'

canned_heat 02'

Crew Blackfoot 75'

(a little know fact is that my mother on her death bed (God Bless her soul) told me that my father was a roadie for Canned Heat, during the Hooker and Heat Tour 76')

Monday, July 07, 2008

Happy 12 years My Flower

you cvoer my bar tab an' I'll take ya to TGIF for dinner!

(I posted this song again A) cause I like it, B) cause it sums me n my flower up pretty well, C) cause you tube droped the link so piss off ya'll

Today is my Wedding Anniversary:

wedding pic
(Which means I have at least a 30% chance of getting lucky)

Sunday, July 06, 2008

From the Desk of My Flower:

Mrs. JQP’s Rules for successful Sunday Hard Charging at Rugby Bars:

Don’t buy drinks for the local indigenous population – they can be a vicious lot, pillaging your wallet until there’s nothing left.

Go forward with Operation “Pay Cash as you Go”, A) set a budget - $150 or $200 and stick to it! B) Once the cash is gone – it’s time to go NO MATTER WHAT

Don’t get sucked into conversation with strangers about Rugby, or the war in Iraq, aside from what we think… THEY DON’T CARE and never will! They just humor us because their scared

dog day afternoon
Keep in mind that we have a super busy week… time to get our shit together and get things done. A Monday hangover sucks worse than any other and sets the tone for the week.

Remember feeling like shit from any previous episode(s) and commit to not repeating it! High speed , Low Drag Troop!

Dream of all the other fucking crazy shit you would like to strive toward and remember how the money you’re spending could go a long way toward that goal! Farms in Africa are not free, unless there is a great deal of civil unrest.

meth and YUppys
Remember how sad your drunken wife looked passing out on a friends couch immediately followed by vomiting in their trash can – nobody wants to look/feel like that. That and you didn’t like me tossing up on your back as you carried me down those three flights of stairs.

Don’t buy drinks for the bartenders – they usually don’t return the favor and doesn’t really buy any additional love (everyone already loves you just as much as they can).

wet hippy boob
We probably got MORE points being a designated driver to the drunk kids than we did from buying them more drinks, even if you did roll them for cash.

Enjoy friends and good times – but nothing in excess… it feels good to feel good the next day and not feel like we’ve done something terrible we need to be sorry for. Like that time we took those dancers home, or the night last month when you knocked that kids teeth out.

Remember: It’s ok to drink to an excess, it’s NOT ok to drink and be a dumb fuck!

Friday, July 04, 2008

Happy 4th of July:

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Happy 400th Quebec’

(Since you the reader know, I love all things French, esp. hairy arm pitted French Canadian girls with bad teeth.)

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

John McCain vs. Mrs. Obama:


Gen. Wesley Clark, acting as a surrogate for Barack Obama’s campaign, invoked John McCain’s military service against him in one of the more personal attacks on the Republican presidential nominee this election cycle. Clark said that McCain lacked the executive experience necessary to be president, calling him “untested and untried” on CBS’ “Face the Nation.” And in saying so, he took a few swipes at McCain’s military service. After saying, "I certainly honor his service as a prisoner of war. He was a hero to me and to hundreds of thousands and millions of others in the armed forces, as a prisoner of war," he added that these experiences in no way qualify McCain to be president in his view:

“He has been a voice on the Senate Armed Services Committee. And he has traveled all over the world. But he hasn’t held executive responsibility. That large squadron in the Navy that he commanded — that wasn't a wartime squadron,” Clark said. “I don’t think getting in a fighter plane and getting shot down is a qualification to become president.”

(Ok, once again it’s business as usual. Well when I was a young man I went through an E and E course, and brothers and sisters after those fun love guys got a hold of me, I was singing like a bird.

This fuckin shit is a play right out of the Swift Boat campaign book, I thought with all this high minded shit we might be in for something different. But no, we have the same two parties working to keep all of us divided. I would rather they it get together and man up. Attack policy not the person(s), we deserve better. )


Monday, June 30, 2008

You 4th of July Holiday Week Moment of Zen:

(God Bless America)

Sunday, June 29, 2008

The realities of the new Africa

I saw this one while watching the Rugby World Cup this year...


Friday, June 27, 2008

On Rap, Convenience Stores and Nacogdoches:

(I myself make it a point to support free market economies nationwide.)

Thought for the Day:
The public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius.
Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist, 1891

On rap, the American educational system and inner-city convenience stores:
Since my much heralded return to the bread basket of this great nation, I have noticed a rather inconsequential but noticeable change in either the hearing capabilities and/or reading levels of those I do business with (convenience stores, clergy, law officers, dry cleaners & prostitutes), or I have developed a heavy accent or perhaps a lisp.

I seems that daily in my interactions with others and I am required to use my name, they inevitably ask me “ummm, how do you spell that?” I reply, “Lets see, John Q. Public”. “How?” in reply I say “J-O-H-N Q. P-U-B-L-I-C”, you know like get a fucking clue, sound it out, buy a fucking vowel. It’s not that damn hard.

I could understand if my name we say: Hiram Xavier Fitzpatick-Carpstinkbutski (which by the way is the nom de guerre I use when traveling in Northwest Asia and Ohio, but that’s a story for another time).

Ok, the first 30 times it was no big deal, but now I am forced to ponder…is there something bigger going on and this morning dear reader, I can only come to the following, I live in the ghetto, and first hand I am able to observe the effects of loud bass driven rap in the closed confines of automobiles.

Hell, they rattle the fine china tea set I have on my Louis the VII buffet in the main hall of the manor house when they drive by. Thus, the first cause is voluntary hearing loss, I am talking like being a roady for Van Halen in the 80’s hearing loss.

Secondly, I would like to site the educational system, they coddle these kids today (think grumpy old man) when I was in school, from kindergarten on, they ran a tight ship. If you didn’t know your shit, you my friend were fucked. I spent most recesses in the classroom learning how to tie my shoes, spell, read a clock, and divide fractions (yes, high school sucked for me). But thanks to the schools iron handed discipline and frequent use of corporal punishment I now can do two of those four previously mentioned tasks.

I know it can’t be me.

Your Drink for the Week:
tray guy

Kokomo Joe Recipe
1 oz Banana Liqueur
1 oz White Rum
½ oz Cheap vodka
5 oz Orange Juice
3 oz Pina Colada Mix

Combine ingredients with one cup of crushed ice in a blender. Blend until smooth. Pour into a hurricane glass, garnish with a slice of orange, and serve. I had 9 of these little wonders one morning at the Hip-Hugger in Kokomo, Indiana. I would recommend both the strip club and the drink.

Nacogdoches Dave Cocktail Recipe
2 oz Dark Eyes Vodka
1 oz Blue Curacao
1 oz Peach Schnapps
5 oz Sunny Delight

Pour ingredients into a highball glass, stir, and serve. Texan’s love their sweet drinks and I love this shit, but after 12 or so I want to puke my asshole up. Warning: do not chase this with white wine and shots of Jaeger.

Today’s Bill:
Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger
constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood,
garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment,
not working with the eye without the ear,
and but in purged judgement trusting neither?
Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.
William Shakespeare

Quote of the Day:Temptation rarely comes in working hours. It is in their leisure time that men are made or marred.
W. N. Taylor

I remain, standing naked in the darkened corner of your soul, playing canasta with your subconscious:

JQP esq.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Skinny Chics and High Power Weapons:

Come the revolution, me and My Flower will be just fine, it you skinny folks that need to watch out.

Behold the Sublime Power of Intellectual Curiosity:

(Well, so begins another day in the salt minds of your soul)

Thought of the Day:
Truth is what stands the test of experience.
Albert Einstein

JQP on Four Timely Subjects:

Granted my horse in the race won, but I see some pit falls ahead for Mr. Obama. 1) Those stupid remarks cutting working class white voters (guns, God, etc..) will be played over and over again. 2) Changing course on campaign funding, smart but is going to bite him in the ass. 3) His hot wife, who just happens to be smart. 4) His lunatic ex-preacher, now they tell me he is a Muslim, but they also say he has a Baptist preacher? Where the fuck is that at in the Koran?

Fist Slam:
First off, when I was in AZ this thing swept the state; from Republican golfers to Indians selling baskets along the road. So, imagine my surprise when Fox News tells me it’s a secret terrorist hand shake and I thought the fucking Masons were odd with theirs. For the record, I refuse to bump fists, I do the whole Dap, ‘cause I am down with it that way.

VP Bets:
The Big O will make the choice of Edwards, McCain, will bow to pressure and pick up the Mormon who wears special underwear.

Toenails and Sandals:
Ok, fucking gross me the fuck out…if you’re a dude, trim your toe nails before you throw on some sandals, I am tired of seeing shit packed in your big toenail. Women, same goes with you. I was at a bar a few weeks back and this chic looked like she had on Lee Press-on Toenails, shit she would cut your feet off if you ever slept with her. Good foot hygen show attention to detail.
Here is a fucking clue, toes are not fucking sexy, dirty long toenails are down right gross…if you have to put them where I can see them at least trim and clean ‘em.

Your Recipe for the week:

Mediterranean Grilled Salmon
Serve with: Serve the salmon steaks with a Macedonian salad and a crusty French bread.
Serving: 4 more or less

5 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
4 tablespoons freshly squeezed lemon juice
2 tablespoons finely chopped fresh flat-leaf parsley
2 tablespoons finely chopped fresh basil
1 teaspoon sea salt or Kosher salt
1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black or white pepper
Four 6-ounce salmon steaks
Lemon wedges, split green olives for serving

Mix together the olive oil, lemon juice, parsley, basil, salt, and pepper in a bowl until well combined. Marinate the salmon steaks in the mixture, covered, in the refrigerator for at least 30 minutes.

Cook the salmon on a hot grill for 3 1/2 minutes on each side, brushing with the marinade. Serve the salmon with lemon wedges for squeezing.

Make sure the cooking surface is really hot so the fish can sear quickly and seal in the juices to keep it deliciously moist on the inside.

If your Salmon is frozen, 24 hours before you plan to cook start thawing it in the refrigerator in a bowl with filled with enough milk to cover it. Put plastic rap over it or a lid.

Macedonian Salad
Serving: 4

4 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
3 tablespoons freshly squeezed lemon juice
1 clove garlic, minced
1/4 teaspoon dried oregano
1/4 teaspoon sea salt or Kosher salt
1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper, and extra for garnish
3 ripe tomatoes, cut into quarter wedges
1/2 red onion, sliced into rings and halved
1/2 cucumber, sliced lengthwise, then cut into thick half-moons
1/2 red or yellow bell pepper, julienne
16 pitted kalamata (or pitted black) olives
6 ounces feta cheese, cut into small cubes
1 Artichoke heart, oil packed, diced.

Place the olive oil, lemon juice, garlic, oregano, salt, and pepper in a small jar with a screw-top lid and shake to combine.

Place the tomatoes, onion, cucumber, bell pepper, olives, and cheese in a large bowl. Pour the dressing over the salad and toss gently to combine, just before serving. Garnish with a little freshly ground black pepper

Today’s Bill:
Let me have men about me that are fat,
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights:
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
William Shakespeare, "Julius Caesar", Act 1 scene 2

Quote of the Day:
How can you come to know yourself? Never by thinking, always by doing. Try to do your duty, and you'll know right away what you amount to.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I remain as trendy a pearl buttons on cowboy shirts:

JQP esq.