and they call this Justice?

Call me jaded, but I hope the bad guy from Boston suffered hours and hours of excruciating pain before he surrendered tonight like the textbook coward that he is. It's unfortunate that we had to provide him immediate medical attention before questioning him about his horrific crimes.

Since our equally cowardly president will undoubtedly insist that this terrorist be prosecuted by the Common Wealth of Mass. instead of treating him like the terrorist that he is...we will probably never know why - after becoming a naturalized citizen on September 11, 2012 - he decided to betray the country that welcomed him with open arms.

Now we will get to see his elmo-looking, someone's-gonna-love-on-him-in-prison face for twenty plus years as we feed, house and (undoubtedly) educate him. That's not to mention the hundreds of thousands of dollars of free medical and legal services that we will lavish on this cold-blooded killer before we humanely put him to sleep like a rabid dog.

So call me jaded if you must, but I hope the Boston bomber suffered just a smidge before he enters the American justice system that consistently bows down and kisses the toes of the guilty while sticking its crooked middle finger in the face of legless victims.

Stop Resisting!

Nineteen years ago I attended the Council on Law Enforcement Education and Training in Oklahoma City. Employed by the city of Tonkawa as their first female police officer, I was anxious to attend my basic police academy. It had only been a year since I had completed basic combat and Military Police training with the US Army. Many of the things I learned at Fort McClelland, Alabama were similar to the training I was receiving in Oklahoma City for the Tonkawa Police Department.

One huge difference though as explained by our defensive tactics instructor, Vince O'Neill, was the verbiage used when trying to get control of a non-compliant subject. The Army had taught me to say, "kill" or occasionally, "die." Instructor O'Neill was not real crazy about my constant use of these commands I screamed while I struck the large, red pads with my expandable baton.

My defensive tactics training partner was a tall, very fit, muscular, black guy with an incredibly infectious smile and an outrageous personality. He was attending CLEET while employed by the Oklahoma Attorney General's Office.

On one particular day of training, while my training partner held the pad that I was striking with the baton, I screamed, "Die" just as our instructor passed by. Instructor O'Neill stopped my partner and I. He put his hands and each of our shoulders and reminded us again that we had to train as we would fight. We had to say, "Stop resisting," not "die."

"I'm not going to say that," I said after the instructor walked away. When my partner asked why I told him it sounded like a cheer, not a command. He laughed at me and then did his best "gay guy" impression by striking a pose like a cheerleader. With a dynamic lisp that I was certain he had used many times previously he started chanting, "Stop resisting, stop-stop resisting." He clapped his hands wildly in front of his face and off to either side of his body. He swung his long arms around carelessly and threw his hips off to one side and then the other as his full lips pursed together in a large pout. A slender index finger pointed straight at my face when he said, "Stop resisting," then he flashed me a perfect, white-toothed smile. It was that smile that sealed our friendship.

I'd never met someone so full of life and crazy fun to be around. Over the next 19 years, he and I would work together many times including recently as we worked on a publication that would bring us into contact on a weekly, sometimes daily, basis. When he died last Saturday, I was so stunned and heart-broken that I struggled to grasp the reality that he was really gone. For someone whose personality was bigger than life itself, it's hard to imagine that my buddy, Pete "Stop Resisting" Norwood, won't be around to share a laugh with anymore.

I'll forever treasure those hilarious memories of Pete, but I'm most grateful for one of our more serious conversations that took place only a couple of weeks ago. That's when Pete told me that he knew Jesus, but that more importantly, Jesus KNEW him.

Book Excerpt

I've been asked a lot lately about the relationship between the two main characters in my first book, "Tokens of the Liars" so I thought I would give you a sneak peak at Cat and Sullivan in the sequel, "Never Leave Me Lonely."
Feel free to share your thoughts on the excerpt.

 

"Sullivan was thinking about the other reason he had come to see the Carlyle’s today. He watched as Cat’s eyes followed his lips and wandered over his face as he spoke. Feeling those beautiful eyes on him caused his skin to sing. His breathing felt rushed, his body gangly and awkward. Taking her hand Sullivan took a deep breath and waited for her bright hazel eyes to rest solely on his.

“I need to ask you something,” Sullivan said.

He couldn’t believe he was asking this of her now. What was he thinking? She had already been through so much. Clint Bronson, his detective partner, had tried to talk him out of it, but here he was begging, like a dying man for water. He knew she had the power to crush his heart at her slightest whim."

She's Never Gonna Make It!

Thursday, March 14, 2013...Oklahoma Governor's Mansion, approximately 12:00 p.m.
While on the west lawn of the mansion grounds, preparing to ceremoniously throwing a shovel of soil into the pre-dug hole for the planting of a Chinkapin oak for Arbor Day, Betsy Randolph takes up a strategic position next to the Governor's husband...the First Gentlemen Wade Christensen. Just as Betsy leaned over and dug her gold-colored shovel into the soil...the first of many mini catastrophes began.

"I give up," Betsy Randolph said after her post nasal drip began what some described as a, "leaky faucet" gone awry. "I'll never be hip," Betsy said. "Try as I may, something crazy always happens preventing me from being one of the cool kids!"

Spectators muffled laughs and sympathetic sniffles as Betsy pinched off her runny nose just long enough to toss her shovel filled with soil and scurry away red-faced in search of a tissue and a place to hide.

What, did I cause that?

I've said it before and I'll say it again...I despise stupid, selfish people!

It doesn't matter who you are or what you have or haven't accomplished in life...if you only care about YOU, I don't have any use for you and neither should the rest of the universe.

Take for example the JACK WAGON that pushed a large pile of brush (and who knows what else) into a draw, set it ablaze and left it unattended.

Your careless acts resulted in the death of hundreds of trees, hundreds of dollars of property and caused countless critters to lose their lives and habitats.

To you, Person (I can't bring myself to call you, "sir") I bestow the title of, "ALL-AROUND JACKASS" (no, that's not a curse word...it's in the Bible.)

"ALL-AROUND JACKASS," you have undone in a matter of hours what took us ten years to establish. Your reckless, wanton disregard of the safety of others knows no bounds...so today, I salute you and your unbelievable stupidity. May you sleep well, always know love and live a long, healthy life.

I hereby surrender my vengeance to that of the Creator, knowing full well that His fury far exceeds my own.

p.s.  I've heard He's fond of fire also.

 

 

Full-time gardener

One day, not too far away from now, I'm gonna hang my leather gun belt up for good. I'm gonna stumble around the garden with a coffee cup in one hand and a digging tool in the other. I'm gonna play with flowers all day, every day.





Don't look for me on the highway, I won't be there. I won't have an office, won't drive a fast car, won't wear a slash-proof, bullet-proof vest.

                                                             

I'll have a pollen covered nose, dirty fingernails, muddy boots and a goofy smile on my face.

 

                                                                           

My plan?...to "ooh" over the Oklahoma sunrises.
I'm going to discover new plants, maybe some new trees. I may decide to try my hand at grafting. Who knows, I may actually succeed at vegetable gardening when I retire.

 



One day...not too very far away...I'm gonna be a full-time gardener!







 

I'm nothing like you...

 

It amazes me that some people can cruise through life and never care about anything other than their own immediate needs, wants and desires. We hear on the news everyday how people choose to end their lives or other people's lives...and for what? Because they were betrayed, wronged or victimized?   

There has never been a person, who has ever occupied time or space in this universe that hasn't been wronged or hurt by someone.  

 

I'm so incredibly tired of people blaming others for their bad behavior. If you choose to break the law or break any moral or ethical code, at least be honest about it. You do it because you want to. Nothing more, nothing less. You are all you care about. Don't blame society, the government, your parents, your children or the bully on the playground.

 

*****News Flash*****Every single, solitary time I've ever done anything I shouldn't have...I did it because I was all I cared about at the time...but then again, I'm nothing like you!

 

Betsy