Archive for the ‘Justice And Injustice’ Category


January 19, 2009

There is a God.*

Bush Commutes Sentences for Two Former Border Patrol Agents

*I already knew that.


It Ain’t Bragging If You Can Do It…

August 11, 2008

… but be sure you can do it before you brag, or you will end up looking very, very French.

If you have no idea what I am talking about, you haven’t been watching the Olympics. Go look it up and figure it out for yourself. It’s all over everybody else’s blogs.

Picture stolen shamelessly from a certain television network’s website. So there.

Go team USA!

Now Let Me Get This Straight…

November 17, 2007

A friend of mine works for a company that builds computer systems for industrial applications. Let’s call them Company A.

Company Z, a customer, is in an industry that uses highly flammable gas.

One day, while running some sort of a test, the operators of the equipment at Company Z overrode the software, and in doing so, basically blew Company Z sky high. Fortunately, no one was killed.

Damage was in the millions. The insurance company paid off, and Company Z reopened for business several months later.

Now the insurance company for Company Z is suing Company A, on the grounds that their software should have been even more idiot-proof than it was.

The way I see it, this is roughly the equivalent of me suing Bill Gates and Microsoft because I lost my document, having ignored all of the offers to save the document before I shut down the word processor.

Traffic School, Schmool

October 11, 2007

Okay, so the highway patrol officer (“Chippie,” as we so affectionately call them here in CA) had me dead to rights. I was going 82. But hey… that Lexus just wants to go, and it’s hard to hold it back!

At least he only ticketed me for 80, in a 65 zone, although by the time he pulled me over we were in a 55 zone.

I got the paperwork in the mail a couple of weeks later. Kinda scary… “People vs. CrankyBeach,” and “CrankyBeach, Defendant” all over the place. You’d think I really did something wrong, although I suppose it’s designed to scare the perpetrator into not doing it again.

The ticket cost me $193 and then there was traffic school. I chose an online school.

What a joke. $24.95, five chapters (the last three of which I didn’t bother to read) and “open book” 10-question quizzes at the end of each, in which you had to answer everything 100 percent correctly, but you could just scroll right back up and find the answers (which is why I didn’t bother reading the last three). Then, a $10 “credit check” to verify your identity (versus hauling self out of house to find a notary at probably a greater cost than that), another $6 if you want a copy of your completion certificate sent directly to you along with the original to the court, and a 25 question “final exam,” on which you had to get 80 percent or more right, not “open book.” I blasted right through the final exam and the only one I got wrong was the length of the average parallel parking space. I hadn’t read that part so I jumped over to Wikipedia and looked it up. And Wikipedia led me wrong! But who in the bleep CARES how many feet long the parking space is, when you should be able to tell by LOOKING at the space whether or not your car will fit in it, which is all that really matters! (And I still don’t know how long the “average” parallel parking space is. Wikipedia said 20 feet. The online traffic school disagreed but didn’t tell me the right answer.)

So now I have until December 19 for the school to get my certificate to the court, and I’m done.

This is only my second speeding ticket in 35 years of driving. Ironically, the other one was nearly 15 years ago and I was doing 65 in the old brown bomb–in a zone that shortly thereafter became a legal 65 zone when they abolished the statewide 55 mile per hour speed limit. I think that ticket cost a little over $100, and I had to go to traffic school, but I had to go in person because there was barely an internet back then. Actually, it was kind of entertaining because the ex-cop who taught it was pretty funny.

Have I slowed down? Yeah, a little… but I’m also keeping a sharper eye out for the cops. Especially now that I know where that one was hiding. I won’t be blasting past that on-ramp at anything over 65 again. Elsewhere? Well… just try and catch me!

Good Riddance

December 13, 2005

My sentiments on the top news story of the day were best expressed on a T-shirt worn by a police officer I used to know:

No criminal ever escaped from a cemetery!