RonTopofIt and SinghCity are out on assignment and reported back with this image of a CHP seat belt sting operation in effect in the midtown Alhambra corridor. RonTopofIt reports several stops in a few block radius of the picture (Alhambra and L, obviously) with seat belts being the topic of “conversation” in all cases. If you’re heading toward that area in the next hour or so be advised the fuzz are clamping down. Also buckle up because otherwise if you crash you might die.
Whatever happened to common sense? You know, that little voice in your head that sort keeps you from doing stupid things? It’s sort of like a sense of what to do and what not to do that is common to all people, right?
In the words of George Costanza, “Was that wrong? Should I NOT have done that?”
“SACRAMENTO, Calif. – Inmates gained access to personal information about prison employees, including their Social Security numbers, after the state unlawfully allowed them to work in a warehouse storing the data, a guard union said Thursday.
Suuuuper, greeeat, graaaand. I’m sure you’re thinking, “Hey, they’re in jail, what are they gonna do with this information” right?
One prisoner found with confidential records had asked an inmate serving time for identity theft to teach him how to use the information, Jimenez said.
It is fitting that only the personal information of prison employees was compromised.
As you were, Sacramento.
Not much to this one, guys. You just can’t beat this sort of journalism. The headline on CBS13.com reads “State Prison To Kill More Than 100 Prison Cats” which is funny on its own, but when you click the link…
“Quick, there’s a cat problem at a local prison, do we have any shots of cats on file?”
“Well, we have this Garfield shot”
“No, that won’t do, come on, something darker, these cats are gonna die”
“We do have this shot from that pet store bust a few years ago”
“Perfect! The bars, the prison, it works on so many levels!”
I heart Sacramento.
I’m sure the Sacramento Bee’s three-part series this week on sexual violent predators is top-notch jouralism. I think it’s full of eye-opening details, in-depth reporting and Pulitzer Prize-worthy material. It seems like a momentous achievement, an invaluable look at a problem most of us try not to think about. Of course, since every third word is “rape” and every 4th paragraph is about child molestation, I’m trying hard but I can’t get through it.
CHP may have a lead in the hunt for the highway 99 maniac driver from the other day.
CHP Valley Division Chief Stan Perez told CBS 13 that an anonymous caller told the CHP that they had also been harassed by someone on Highway 99 and gave the CHP a license plate number.
No word from CBS 13 on whether the anonymous caller was on the same Marysville to Bakersfield stretch of that highway.
The watercoolers across town are all abuzz with the fact that traffic was really pitiful yesterday due to a motivational seminar where Rudy Guilianni spoke or appeared by satellite or something. Am I alone in this sort of thing bringing out a huge chip on my shoulder? If you have 2 hours to sit in traffic followed by 8 hours to sit in a seminar where you’re told to get up and do something it seems you had the time and opportunity to get up and do that something in the first place. My favorite quote though was from this lady:
Continue reading “Motivate This.”
News10.net reports of a new psychedelic drug that’s invading our local high schools. It’s called 2C-I and drug enforcement agents say the drug is so new they are just now beginning to track them down.
“It takes 20 minutes to kick in,” the boy said. “You get energy, you want to do something. Things morph and you see colors. Everything seems weird and ironic.”
Sad, isn’t it? The poor youth of today…they still have no idea what the word “ironic” means.
It appears, however, that you need four things in order to obtain this drug. So parents, read closely, Gordon Taylor of the Drug Enforcement Administration provides us with a checklist:
“You need a computer with Internet access, you need a money order or credit card, you need a mail delivery location like a home or post office box, and fourth and most importantly, you need the desire to play Russian Roulette with your brain.”
Get all that? If you can prevent your child from having just ONE of those things you may thwart the onslaught of this horrible drug. Tall task I know. I mean, your kid has to have a computer to do his/her homework, right? And you can’t really get by these days without an address. So that just leaves us with a money order/credit card OR the desire to play Russian Roulette with your brain.
Continue reading “I want a new drug”
Mark S. Allen just gave a very creepy promo for tomorrow’s (Thursday’s ) Good Morning Sacramento. Multiple babies! Born live! On camera!!!!! Rumor has it that a highly unusual contract between UPN 31 and the very expectant mother obligates her to name the children Tina, Courtney, Maryanne and Abbot, and Doug.
Is this actually a disguised political statement, or are we really facing an agricultural crisis?
More importantly, how does a person stay awake counting that many sheep?
Since it happened in South Sacramento County I suppose it’s only a matter of time until Jason brings his all-seeing Eye to the mix, but are you following today’s CHP wait-time scandal? Check the SacBee for the details of a road rage incident and CBS13 for the news of the CHP’s investigation into its own handling of the related 911 call.
The story itself is frightening. And although the major outrage here is the length of time these poor women had to wait for help, what stuck out for me (my wife actually picked up on this first, this morning over coffee and baby biscuits) was the attitude of the 911 dispatcher. (Italics mine, because people generally don’t talk in italics.)
Driver: I need help. There is a guy trying to run me off the freeway. I don’t know who he is. Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
[apparently there was a pause there on the driver’s end, which was a wee bit more than this dispatcher could stand]
Dispatcher: Hellooo?
I’m sorry miss operator, I was handling a little situation there. But it gets better:
Dispatcher: Ma’am, I need to find out where you are.
Driver: I am [on] 99 south.
Dispatcher: Ma’am, 99 goes all the way from Marysville all the way down through Fresno. That doesn’t help me.
Because I have the luxury of time and distance, I can throw my name behind “that’s like saying you’re at Starbucks,” but I’m not the voice you hear when you’re in dire need. I realize the investigation is well underway, but I pledge to bring my considerable local celebrity to bear and demand that this 911 dispatcher be fired.
The Sac Rag 