The Promise of Mr. Angel

On December 14th, 2012 20 children and 6 adults were killed at Sandy Hook Elementary School


This is a work of fiction. The characters and events in this story are imaginary. No matter how similar they seem to events in our world this is a work of science fiction and this is in a mirror universe very similar to our own where time moves forward a bit faster than in our universe and perhaps the identify and attitudes of a few people are slightly different.


Chapter 1


The large hall was an annex to Mr. Angel’s house. It was in the process of being constructed and the outer shell, windows, and doors were all completed. Bare walls absent sheetrock surrounded the two men as they were talking. Mr. Angel towers over Dominic easily over 6 feet tall and muscular. His face is lined and it appears at first glance that he is no stranger to sadness.

“Mr. Angel, this is an incredible system. Do you think it will ever see use?”

“Dominic, I’m just exploring my rights. Do I really think criminals or zombies or whatever will ever come after me and this system will be used? No. It is my right to take every step I can to protect myself and my family.”

“OK, sir. Not that it is any of my business. Would you like to go over the details before the final install?”

“Absolutely! I’m here at your service. Let’s get all the details nailed down. Like in any project it is harder to fix the problems when you are closer to completion.”

“Well, thank you sir. I appreciate your time – and for using Guardian Shield for your project – especially since we’re located in California and this site is here in Florida. First, let’s talk about the AR-15’s you will have mounted in the top corners of the room and along the front ceiling. This would be a very difficult project to put together in California.”


“How many rounds of ammunition do you require in them without needing to be refilled?”
“Well, how many can you set up?”

“The project calls for 100 round cartridges – which we certainly have in stock.”

“Are you trying to upsell me?”

“No, sir. I just want to say that at the time you signed the contract that was the maximum we could attach to your automated units. Originally they were intended for guarding the exterior of prisons and the wardens all demanded larger numbers of rounds before the auto-guards run out of ammunition.”

“And how much more did they get you to design?”

“Oddly enough, as much as you want – infinite if you want to think of it that way limited by space – in your case on the roof you could potentially have thousands of rounds per gun.”

“Wow, really!”

“Yes. I can work up a change order – just let me know how much more you require.”

“You are upselling me. And you’re doing a great job. Give me an estimate on one thousand rounds per gun.”
“Wow – you really don’t hold back, do you? We actually have ground-based drones – basically remote controlled cars that can deliver ammo if you have that kind of requirement. Instead of 1000 rounds per gun, we can have a depo station on the room with these drones running cartridges to the individual guns. You have a total of 20 guns at 1000 rounds each – that’s 20000 rounds. We have a special model designed for 50000 rounds with these drones that will likely be cheaper and better than 1000 rounds per gun. You don’t want a situation where one gun has 1000 rounds, but you’ve got active targets running around in range of other guns that have run out of ammunition.”

“I’m glad you told me. I think this system sounds very interesting. Let’s move on before you upsell me on anything else. I assume the motion sensor package is still good, no upgrades there?”

“No, sir. No upgrades there. The basic gun and sensor clusters haven’t changed. They are guaranteed to hit any moving targets in their range. This stage area. You indicated you want a bullet proof clear wall between it and the main hall area?”

“Yep, that sounds right.” Mr. Angel appeared to be getting a little bored.

“If you think you are going to be a target and the stage is the area you will be in, we can add some optional AR-15s just below the stage.”

“My, that sounds good.” Mr. Angel almost sounded like a child at this point – or an older child agreeing with a younger one over enthusiastically.

“If that’s agreement, I’ll put in a change order for that as well. We have the outside of the facility covered as well with auto-AR15s and additional sensor clusters that are meshed together in a central control system under the stage.”

“Yes, I agree.”

“One last thing, Mr. Angel. Do you perceive that vehicles would be used in an attack against you?”

“Yes, I suspect so.”

“We would consider barriers and pinch points be setup on the road approaches to the hall. In addition, we can add intelligent mines – that will be setup with RFID readers and your vehicles will be tagged – so they won’t be blown up – but offending or following vehicles will be destroyed. Would you be interested in those?”

“Yes, but can the system be turned on and off again. I do occasionally have guests.”

“Yes. You can arm the whole thing – and there is a setting that if you think your own vehicles are suspect you can have it destroy them as well.”

“Well, that sounds excellent. And the audio and video systems are wirelessly connected to the camera and microphone in the stage area.”

“Yes, of course sir. One of our easier requirements. I wasn’t even going to mention it. Any attacks of an EMP nature will not disturb the setup – everything is insulated against strong electromagnetic pulses.”

“So, I heard a rumor of the dog drones…” Mr. Angel hadn’t wanted to bring it up, but he needed to move Dominic along.

“Well, yes, sire. I was just going to mention them. Based on Boston Dynamics design from a few years ago – we’ve militarized … I mean we’ve armed them for home defense. They are quite pricey sir. They do have sensors and we give you an active RFID tag so they cannot harm you in the case of an encounter – so no friendly fire. They are capable of running incredible speeds over varied ground that you have atypically here is mostly flat Florida land and we even have a couple deployed to kill Nutria and large lizards. Would you be interested in them.”

“Yes. I want four – they can be set to patrols, right?”

“They can – we can put one for each side of the facility. No one would dream of attacking you. They do have a still somewhat limited battery capacity. I would recommend buying 8 of them and alternating them during charge and active time.”

“That is good – I’ll get 8, then. How long until the implementation is completed?”

“Just two months sir. Is there any urgency?”

“No, its fine. I just need to know when I can schedule events here after everything is done.”

“As soon as I complete the change orders I will email them to you for signature. As soon as I have the signed copies two months from that date and everything will be done – including the sheetrock and finishing of the facility.”

The only thing in this universe to fear is humanity.

Chapter 2 – 6 months later


Mr. Angel walked the floor of the now finished hall. It was a boozy night with everyone in high spirits.

It seemed as if every person new Mr. Angel. Everyone there was a person of importance. Senators, members of the house of representatives, or high ranking members of the NRA were all present. Mr. Angel is a member of the board of directors of the NRA and had provided funds to all the members of the government there in order to keep the 2nd amendment strong.

“Good evening Senator Strong. I can’t tell you how enthusiastic I am to have a presidential candidate present here at my little get together!”

“I’m all too happy to be here. People like you generate the funds we need to have to make our Republican cause succeed. In particular to keep our fellow constituents in business. A huge block of our supporters make and sell guns and they are too big to fail. The impact on our economy if they went under would shudder through our whole country.”

“Thank you Senator Strong. I’m just doing my best to protect our Christian rights. I hope to see you in the White House championing our cause just as the great President Trump did.”

The senator smiled as this gas was blown up his ass. His pride stoked. A retinue of guards shadowed both of them for the brief time they talked and then Mr. Angel walked on.

And on Mr. Angel moved through the crowd. He frowned a bit when he saw that there were some children present. Children didn’t belong at an event like this. It couldn’t be helped.

The hall was filled with well over two thousand people. Politics was a game played by all sorts of people.

“Good evening, Mr. Angel”, exclaimed one hopeful voice.

“Thank you! And who might you be?”

“I’m a blogger and Facebook footsoldier sir! I rally the faithful and I ensure that the voices of dissidents are put down.”

“You’ve done excellent work. I thought for a year or two after that Florida thing that the Democrats and progressives were actually going to create change in this country. That our god-given rights to own guns might somehow be proscribed. It is due to great people like you that didn’t happen. Thank you for your service, sir.”

And on he went. The vast majority of people recognized Mr. Angel, or asked someone near them who he was that everyone stopped by to speak to their gracious host.

Shades closed over the vast windows in the hall and the lights dimmed once and then a second time. Mr. Angel made his way to the unoccupied stage. There was a long loop of a hallway around the hall and the doors closed from the hall to the hallway and locked into place. There were bathrooms attached to the hall, but they did not exit to the hallways or out of the building.

The lights dimmed finally and several projectors started aimed at different screens and walls. They showed Mr. Angel at first.


The Face of Evil

Chapter 3 – Soliloquy

I’d like to formally greet you all here tonight. I have worked long and hard for this day and I feel our cause will be won soon. Good people all across the country will have their security ensured in that they can purchase the guns they need.

I’m amazed to see that even a few years after the events in Florida we have still ensured that any adult can buy an AR-15 – a copy of the gun I used when I served in the military the M16. Technology advances almost on a daily basis and we have to ensure that our security is always on the higher end of things so that our enemies from near or far cannot harm us and our families.

I believe family is the most important thing in the world. Our children are the continuation of our selves in the future and must be protected at any cost.

The projectors changed from Mr. Angel to the first slide. A still image of the AR-15s hanging from the ceiling appeared. A video within the image ran from a movie “Altered Carbon” the scene where chain guns dropped from the ceiling of the AI hotel Poe and began protecting the main character.

I was inspired by this scifi movie. I think a lot of good things can come from scifi. I am in a partnership with a few small companies and gun manufacturers to make that system a reality. And here it is!

20 AR-15s dropped from the ceiling upside down. Lights focused on them and they spun on their automated turrets. The audience gasped and a murmur of trepidation mixed with awe rippled through the crowd.

Be calm everyone. These are just for demonstration purposes. The executives of those companies are all here tonight – as well as the entire staff that made these installations happen today.

This system is equipped – when you install it in your house – with sensors to pick up RFID tags – that can be put in your smartphones or even embedded in your skin – and will always recognize the people who belong there. What does that mean? It means that no more do we have to be afraid that the guns we purchase will accidentally harm or kill your loved ones. It is a great leap forward in technology. No one would be able to communicate with the outside world now.


I quote, “The elites always protect themselves and they always protect themselves with guns. and then they lecture the American public how you shouldn’t do that…[We will not] let their anti-gun minions know that the NRA will not tolerate their use of a tragedy in their war against the Second Amendment.”

No matter how important the people are who die. We will never allow that to happen! Our families – not just the elites – deserve protecting. We will stay strong.

These atrocities that happen in our schools or elsewhere are the price we pay to be a free people! To preserve our right to bear arms!

Family, though, is the most important thing in the universe.

A bank of lights all turned green in front of Mr. Angel. He changed the slide. The slide was of a girls limp body in the arms of a police officer running out of the old Sandy Hook elementary school.

My daughter died in the Sandy Hook tragedy. This isn’t her with the officer. I think she died almost instantly after some moments of fear when the gunman was in the hallway. The little girl in this picture died later, though. No one has seen this picture outside of the Newtown Bee as they decided not to show it. I hope you appreciate that it took a lot of effort for me to get my hands on this picture.

I wish that they had shown it – and every other picture from the tragedy.

The audience looked confused. There were some murmurings. Mr. Angel pushed a button on a panel in front of him and the guns above the audience – and the two in front of them – because calibrating themselves. This wasn’t strictly required, but Mr. Angel did it for effect. And it had the desired effect.

Shortly afterward I moved from Sandy Hook. I couldn’t stand the constant sympathy for my loss. My wife killed herself. It was too much for her. When she died I made a promise. I promised that things would change.

For years afterward I worked the system. Always seemingly so close in so many areas only to lose again and again.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I realized that I was fighting on the side that was going to lose. I changed my face, I changed my identity, and I gave birth to a new plan.

“I can’t get the doors open.” panicked people in the audience. A participatory audience now. People began banging on the shades on the windows and a small group of men began a concerted effort in vain to get a pair of the doors open to the hallway.

It seemed to me that god had hardened the hearts of the Republicans and the NRA. I began to fight for the guns. Sometimes your enthusiasm for guns was so strong that for short periods of time I felt happy. But nothing could take away the fact that I am no longer fertile. That my wife is dead. That might genetic part of the future, my child, my grandchildren, thousands of descendents in the infinite future – they are all dead now.

I was a wealthy person. I am a wealthy person. And sometimes people say follow the money to find out what is really going on.

And I have. You are all here.

A group of security came forward and aimed their guns at Mr. Angel. Their guns were angled upward and they commenced firing. The bullets deflected uselessly off the thick bullet proof casing around Mr. Angel. Mr. Angel paused while they got it all out. Bullets ricocheted and fell in different parts of the room.

Gentlemen, that wasn’t very nice. I haven’t even done anything outwardly to harm anyone, yet.

A small screen in front of Mr. Angel outlined the bodyguards who commenced firing. He pressed a button. Bullets fired from the two forward guns and the two guns nearest on the ceiling pointing nearly straight downward. It was a very neat test of the system. Nobody died except for the bodyguards. Not a single stray bullet. The bodyguards didn’t fare so well. One particularly large one was hit many times by the system until it considered him deceased and turned him into so much hamburger. Mr. Angel waited for the echoes to pass.

Everyone, please, be calm. Death comes to everyone. If you panic now you won’t get to hear my speech. We should all come to an understanding of what we are and why we are here. Although, if you panic it won’t bother me too much. I can only imagine the panic the children felt as the gunman entered their classroom and began firing. The panic in their minds as their lives dripped out of their bodies piled up on eachother in the corned of the classroom moaning silently. Their moans carried by the PA system that was accidently left open and all the other children hearing their schoolmates dying.

You know, it really boggles the mind what you and the NRA fight for.

Step right up! Step right up! We need to make sure the mentally ill have free and equal access to guns! We mustn’t infringe on their fundamental rights [using a demonic voice] to own weapons that can kill by the hundreds!

My — our journey is slowing coming to an end, here, today.

A grenade went off – clearly an illegal weapon even among those fighting for the rights to weapons. Unfortunately, the owner of the grenade didn’t understand the difference between directed charges like claymores and grenades which are directionless. They put the grenade up to the doors, pulled the pin, and ran away. People were screaming even before the blast which blew inward. Fragments blew everywhere and into everyone.

I must say, I’m sorry about that. Everyone here is going to die tonight, but I wasn’t planning anything especially frightful. I just wanted to explain everything to you all and then the guns would do the rest of the work. [screams in the background – Mr. Angel turned the volume up on his PA system]

You know, I feel it is a situation filled with irony – if you can appreciate that in your panic. I can see some of you can. Perhaps you have resigned yourselves to your fate – and the irony that the weapons you fought to make available would be the cause of your deaths.

In this room – I can’t imagine – probably hundreds of billions of dollars in assets are represented here in such a small number of people.

Perhaps your relatives and children will do better. I can only hope.

Your situation is much more dire than you think. Unfortunately, relatively innocent lives will be lost. First responders have done nothing to address the problems of weapons in America. The burden of this situation rests with them as well, unfortunately. I mean how many times can the same thing happen over and over again and you have some of the power to stop it – to stand up and say that perhaps, I dunno, not everyone should have a gun?

I thought about jamming all of your electrical devices, but I decided against it. In fact, some of you have already called 911, and I’m sure the authorities are already on their way.

And they will die. Because of you. I have many automated guns mounted throughout my land. I’ve placed security mines that will recognize only me and my cars and otherwise will explode.

They have all been armed now.

The hopelessness of my situation is not something that you will ever know. Years of enduring this darkness – the absence of a future.

“Please, please, let my children go! Let our children get out of here!’ A woman screamed holding her child in front of her.

You should be happy, madam. Although I do regret that you choose to bring your children here tonight – the feelings you have right now are finite. You failed to follow directions and this is the result – your children will die with you. They will only last a few minutes more.

Or do you really want your children to survive you?

“Yes, let them live. Please, please, please” the woman’s voice wavered.

You really feel that way – with what your children are about to witness? But why should I let your children live? My futures have ended. I was an only child. My wife was an only child. We had one child. One chance at the future. And now it is gone.

What is the more merciful thing to do – if merci is something that I have a tendency? Kill the child? Or have them survive witnessing the deaths of thousands?

You know, though I know you. You are the wife of one of the execs at a gun company. I traced the gun that the killer used. I know exactly where it came from. It wasn’t hard, really. It was legally registered. Just to the mother of the killer, not to the killer.

Perhaps some of you will have surviving members of your families and your names and your DNA will live on. But I have no qualm about you and your child dying tonight.

An explosion punctuated Mr. Angel’s statement. The sounds of fire and screams lightly penetrated through the windows. Mr. Angel’s audience was oddly quiet and could hear everything. They could imagine everything – police cars driving onto the estate. Their car exploding long before they reach the building. The survivors screams. The line of vehicles getting into the estate stopping. No one daring to go any further.

I fought for all of you for many years – through hundreds of shootings where people died for no reason. The guilt of those deaths will haunt me forever. You deaths will begin to answer for not only my loss, but all those losses that happened since Sandy Hook.

I’m doing some more things with this that will excite the audience – perhaps. [He brings up a screen on his control panel.] There are approximately, 2243 people here tonight. This will be the largest and I suspect best planned mass murder ever – and it will have such an impact – your lives are important(!) that it will echo for years, decades, who knows even hundreds of years from now. A lot of the mass murderers out there do it to compete with eachother and with mass murders in the past. I will make this path all moot. I will be the largest mass murderer in the world. The idea that any of them can compete with me will be absolutely absurd.

But I won’t be dying with you all tonight – I regret to inform you. You are all my first round picks. [golf claps, and yays] – you should be proud. But I’m working on a few other projects. Life is like a great spiderweb and I’m afraid I have to take care of a few more nests to make sure that the gun culture dies.

Mr. Angel doesn’t seem to have a firm grip on reality at the moment. It is a lot of stress to pull off the largest mass murder in the world. He began singing a line from “Something Rotten” – “Something Rotten! – Make an Omelette”.

The sound of a helicopter in the distance gets louder. Then many helicopters. Lights shined through the windows and their covers and you can see men climbing down. People throughout the audience look up hopefully. Mr. Angel pushes a button and gunfire results. Screams and some loud thumps. One of the helicopters leave. Some members of the participatory audience begin watching their own incarceration from airborn news media cameras.

You know, I was thinking to myself the other day that perhaps killing the head of the snake isn’t enough. Perhaps you would be like Hydra to my Captain America… No, Not Captain America. Deadpool? No. Oh, yeah… Punisher. Maybe a little DC Green Arrow. [mimics green arrow] You have failed this country. Of course, Punisher is a hero and I’m more of an anti-hero or neutral.

Well, that should take care of anyone else coming around – for a while. You know positioning is crucial in warfare.

A new video appears up on the screen. It shows a line of police cars on the long driveway to the estate. Mr. Angel presses a button and activates the gun around the estate. Gunfire erupts shredding into the police cars. Police men scatter out of their vehicles firing their weapons in futility. The guns then shred into the surviving police officers.

I regret that our time – no wait. I don’t regret that our time together is drawing to a close. I don’t mean to torture you. I just wanted to attempt to bridge the gap to your hardened hearts that what you are doing is wrong. Making money by selling guns that kill innocent people is wrong. Perhaps that will be driven home that many of your companies made money selling me the guns and ammunition here today and you may feel that you are innocent – that your innocent lives will be lost due to your sales of guns.

Spealing of hardened hearts I hope you all can appreciate the biblical nature of this whole process. In the bible Pharoah enslaved the Jews and god hardened his heart instead of releasing them. And then god send a punishing angel to kill the first born of everyone except the Jews and only this finally found the release of the Jews. It is my hope that this event will finally free us from this Wild West idea that we all need to have guns.

I just wanted to share one last thing. I always thought the angels in the bible would be fearsome creatures. Creatures doing god’s bidding – flooding the world, killing Jobs entire family, his livestock and ruining his farmland. And so, this is why I choose this name. I am, today at least an Angel of Death.


News Articles

Largest Mass Murder in history.

Today it is 6 weeks since the largest mass murder in history has taken place. A person who went under the name of Mr. Angel killed 3027 people. It has taken these 6 weeks before emergency personnel were able to penetrate to the estate’s hall.14 of the fatalities were children. Mr. Angel’s soliloquy was broadcast live of FB and the entire process of the deaths of the approximately 2300 people who were in the hall until they were killed and the videos began showing only the ceiling, the floor, or the dead until the power on the phones died out.

The lands of the estate have been marked prohibited as a number of emergency personnel still die on the premises. Authorities indicated that they do not know if or when they can clean the area of all armements.

Solar power with battery backup has kept Mr. Angel’s systems online and lethal. It is not known just how much ammunition is present on the estate – only that he had bought hundreds of thousands of rounds for the dozens of M16s he had purchased for security.

A nationwide manhunt has begun for Mr. Angel. His body was not found at the estate hall. Based on his statements before killing senators, presidential candidates, high ranking members of the NRA and other citizens of the United States of America and 6 other countries – he indicated that he was going to continue with similar actions.


Punishing Angel Strikes Again

It is now two-and-a-half months since the atrocity at Angel’s mansion. A gun manufacturing facility was bombed out of existence. Authorities are still not sure that the act was completed by Mr. Angel; however, a large winged formation that could be angel wings in an adjacent unused field. It is estimated that it would take hundreds of millions of dollars to bring the facility back into running capacity.

328 people were working at the facility at the time of the destruction. At present none have been found alive.

There are some reports that there were drones accompanying a man walking out of a white van shortly before the explosion. The description of the man does not match Mr. Angel and some pundits wonder if perhaps for Mr. Angel to accomplish these acts that he cannot be working alone.


What will you do when your child is killed by a high powered military capable gun?

Dunkin Donuts App

Automation is invading our daily life – and it is to our great benefit. At this point in time several companies have implemented apps that you can operate on your phone and order items, pay for the items, and come in and pick up those items with minimal human contact.

Good ideas; however, can be ruined by poor implementations.

On the surface the Dunkin’ Donuts App is well thought out. It allows you to do what you need to do. Has a sly little bit of code that makes you put money into their “account” before paying for things. When you multiply that out you’ll find that DD is making a huge amount of money on holding… Your money.

The disappointment is that while implementing a slick little app – they have not changed anything on the back end of their establishment. A key point is that inventory is not tracked by a computer system at a DD. This means that the DD app is not aware of inventory.

Which means, as you think it through, that the app is unable to prevent you from ordering items they don’t actually have at the facility you are going to pick up your food.

So, one night at the end of work I decided I wasn’t going to eat dinner at home (I get home very late sometimes) and I would just eat on the way home. DD app to save the day…

But sadly, it didn’t save the day. I placed my order (I feel very Seinfeld at the moment – except that was car rentals). They charged my account for the order. But when I got there – the Bacon Egg and Cheese on a bagel was not in evidence. Nor was the cream cheese bagel I ordered (I was peckish), but they did in fact have the drink in the refrigerator.

This was a very poor end-user outcome. They ended up substituting after I arrived flatbread instead of bagels. I don’t complain. I remember.

And I remember being very disappointed. What did I really expect from a company that STILL has failed to implement credit card chip technology?

The Return of Phrenology

This article on Futurism raises the question – can big data tell from a picture if you are a criminal or not.

It is just bunk, though, really.

Just because there is a correlation in data – doesn’t mean there is a causation. This is one of the basics of statistics and is a caution to anything determined on data only.

Perhaps, if you have committed a crime (or feel you have committed a crime) – you get a “look” on your face that matches their criteria.

The implications that the shape of your face – leads to a prognostication that you *will* commit a crime – is as preposterous as the debunked science of phrenology – measuring the head to determine personality traits.

Donald, voter fraud, and factual arguments

You know it is kind of funny. (no, not ha ha funny)
Situation A: We know as factually as possible that vaccine ingredients do not cause autism. We have factual information that the instigator of this theory had a vested interest (his own vaccine) in spreading the idea that vaccines cause autism.
Still, there is a core audience out there that believes (emphatically) that vaccines cause autism.
There have even been studies about this group of people that indicate that factual and logical argumentation will not persuade this group of people otherwise.
Situation B: Now, in present politics we have a similar situation.
A person, that has a vested interest in the election, is proposing that the election is ‘rigged’.
We have a host of experts, tons of factual data, past experience with elections – that the idea that there is massive voter fraud is delusional at best. The biggest argument is certainly that both Republicans and Democrats have held the Presidency, that there are both Republicans and Democrats in both the House and the Senate (unless you want to enter the special kind of crazy where you think they are both working together – look if they can’t work together to give us a functional government, they certainly can’t work together on a secret mission).
Uhhh, no.
Now, I don’t believe Donald is going to win the election. It isn’t because there is rampant voter fraud. It isn’t because the people who believe there is vast amounts of voter fraud have suddenly been convinced of the error of their ways.
No, it is because Donald has been able to successfully appeal to his base – but no one else. There was a time when the demographics of the United States as different and that this would be effective, but that time is not now – nor will be any time in the future as the demographics or “browning of America” continues.
It is simply because the people in Donald’s voter base has a high overlap with the people that believe there is voter fraud.
The bobbing heads. The repetition of factual statements by experts in the field. The data. The repeated attempts to find massive voter fraud that have failed.
None of it means anything to the willful ignorance that is anti-vaccine, pro-voter fraud, or in other words anti-science people.

How Police Lose the Trust of the People

I’ll start with a tiny bit of Geography. I live in the United States of America, the state of New Jersey, in a town in Union County.

Sometimes quotes from comic books and animations stick with you. This quote is from Teen Titans animation. Robin just can’t win against Slade. So he decides to go under cover as Red X and begins working with Slade.

As he gains Slade’s trust he fights with his companions in the Teen Titans, Cyborg, Raven, Starfire, and Beast Boy – defeating them easily as Red X.

However; Slade knew Red X was Robin the whole time. He says:

Patience. Trust is easy to destroy but it takes time to build.

This is how it works with the Police and the citizens. Robin had betrayed his friends.

The town I live in has had two remarkable incidents in the police department that were highly damaging to trusting the police.

  1. An off duty police officer with other off-duty police officers in the car and one civilian in the car got drunk and drove in Staten Island. They drove the wrong way on a highway and got into a crash which cost people their lives and injured everyone that was involved. The police officer that was driving is presently charged with “aggravated vehicular manslaughter”. This same office had been charged for DUI twice in his time as an officer before this fatality causing accident.
  2. The son of the captain of the department was busted for selling marijuana in a narcotics investigation.

Unfortunately, for the police, the reputation of all departments rests on all departments. Meaning, that police officers behaving improperly (off or on duty) impact perception of the police everywhere. In fact, when I worked for a major hospital group in New York City during orientation we were told,”Once you are off work, please take your ID off. You never know when you might behave in a manner that isn’t appropriate and when you have your ID on this reflects on everyone that works at” that hospital group. This is the way it works for police officers, the military, politicians, bikers – in fact this is the way it works for any population that shares a characteristic. It helps humans identify threats to generalize – and hatches memes “not all men”, “not all police”, “not all bikers”, “not all Muslims” – as these groups are less homogeneous than the perceptions required to deal with day to day tasks.

A third case in Union county, but not the same down is again, of an officer driving drunk. So, rather unfortunately, all police (in general) and more specifically, the Linden Police where the first two incidents occurred get less trust because this officer from Scotch Plains got drunk, was being pursued by another officer, chose to run and had several minor accidents during her time fleeing from police.

So, let’s not worry about all those incidents for a minute and consider a new title for this article:

How Police Gain the Trust of the People

Now, police departments have tried things like community outreach programs, publicity, participating in community events, participation in children athletic leagues and changes in leadership.

These are all nice things and they need to continue happening and should be a normal course of business rather than damage control. Leaders of police departments should rotate the way the Federal Government rotates Post Office masters – familiarity with your co-workers lends you to allowing things to happen that really shouldn’t.

The reality is though, that none of those efforts are going to gain the trust of the people.

In order to gain the trust of the people the actions that the police do that cause the people to lose trust in them have to stop happening.


They have to stop happening for a long time.

Sounds simple? But it isn’t. The reason is because the police departments have a huge Human Resources problem.

I will cite some specifics. Who you hire and who you fire is more important than all the regulations you can put on your officers, the cameras and dash cams. None of that matters. Hiring people who can make the correct and humane decision is what is important.

My wife had a boyfriend in high school that turned out to be an abuser and apparently almost killed her on one occasion before she left forever. I have never been able to get the whole story out of her.

He would later become a police officer.

When I was in the military – the Air Force Air National Guard in New Jersey one of my co-workers stepped over a rope lining the flight line. He was in a hurry to complete an NDI maintenance task. He was taken down by three Air National Guard Military Police. People told him he was in the wrong and next time use the opening in the ropes to get to the flight line. The opening to the flight line that was 10 feet from where he hopped over the rope.

Then there is this guy. Screaming at a motorcyclist, gun drawn, not in uniform, not identifying himself as an officer of the law and scaring the s*** out of the biker. More complete video here.

And this guy.  What, we don’t have the intelligence to find another way to remove a student from a classroom other than throwing them across the classroom. Also, trust in the legal system. Also, trust in the people who make the laws – made a law that classified misbehaving in school as a criminal offense.

And this guy.

You should note that I’m specifically staying away from well known incidents where police officers kill people under questionable circumstances.


Because loss of trust by the people in the police happens long before it gets to the point that someone dies at gunpoint.

This is an HR problem. People who have little control of themselves being given authority over other people.

I remember many conversations over the years that police departments hire a type of person. This happens at employers where people feel that hiring more people like themselves will make work easier. In project management; however, it is shown that having people with varying view points is important in the work place.

I remember going to an interview for ADP for a programming position. There were two big burly guys that interviewed me – and I’m not a big guy. Later, I met up with one of my classmates on the way home from our commutes. He ended up getting the job there. He matched their type, big guy, huge football fan, etc.

The same goes with our police departments. It is like the move “A Clockwork Orange” where Alex and his friends went on a criminal spree hurting many people. Alex gets caught and goes to prison and through an experimental program which causes Alex to be vulnerable to everyone.

His friends didn’t get captured. They find work that suits their personalities as bullies. They become police officers. Police officers who then assault Alex when they meet up with him later.

“Not all police officers are bullies” Yes, I know.

But that isn’t the language we need right now. People need to know they are safe from the police and that the police are going to protect them.

It is a human resources problem. Who you hire. Who you keep and who you fire.

And there it is… Who you fire. The drunk driving Linden police officer who had two previous DUIs while serving as an officer. You know, the vast majority of truck driving companies and bus driving companies fire drivers that have even one traffic ticket – and certainly would get fired if they had a DUI. Why aren’t police officers fired for getting a DUI.

In fact, police officers need to be an example for society to follow. They need to behave *better* than everyone else – even when they are not on duty.

We have a legal system and a police infrastructure that *protect* officers who do things that are wrong – instead of prosecuting them.

One of the worst traits in a person is to beat their significant other – and lets face it most of the time it is men beating their wives and girlfriends.

So, I said “Police hire bullies” and you want me to back it up.

And here it is. Police officers beat their wives and girlfriends at double the national rate, still receive promotions.

50% of wives of police officers are victims of domestic violence. Let that sink it. Wallow in it for a minute. If you are looking at a group picture of 10 police officers who are all married typically half of their wives are being beaten at home. These are the people that are trusted to become police officers. These are the people we trust with guns. These are the people we trust with cars, which police have killed many people with cars – because cars can be a lethal weapon.

In fact, basic skills such as driving appropriately when off-duty in an official car – cannot be mastered by all police being trusted with driving cars.

This is a topic that I have discussed before. Now, though we are driving to root causes. It is the type of people attracted to being police officers. And it is the type of people we hire to be police officers. or as the article discussing domestic violence:

Sociopaths are attracted to positions in which they are able to assert authority over others, so it should come as no surprise that there are higher concentrations of sociopaths within law enforcement.


Or another gem of police human resources. “Court OKs Barring High IQs for Cops

It isn’t just a HR issue…It is the mentality of the people who do the hiring that people who are ‘too smart’ would get bored of the job.

More likely, people who are smart will most likely have better decision making skills and could prevent some of these incidents that make the citizens lose trust in the police.

When we are really interested in having a police force we trust – then everything about the police force has to change. Hiring, firing, policies, stringent regulation that when a police officer does something wrong they need to be punished for it – as it is MORE of a violation than when offenses are performed by civilians.

We can’t be reluctant to fire police officers. There are always more people that want jobs and would take a job as a police officer – should we have to run through entire departments looking for people who can perform appropriately.


To Escape From Hell

There are many stories of honor killings. I have gone over some of them here on this blog.

Sometimes, women are surprised by their family and killed.

Sometimes, women are attacked in their sleep.

Sometimes, women are burned alive.

There is nothing more upsetting; however, than the women who have escaped hell. They are no longer under the power of their parents, potential husbands, or brothers that will kill them for not conforming to what is expected of them – only to be ‘reconciled’ with their parents and then killed by their parents.

While I am referencing a specific case Samia Shahid – there have been a few cases where the parents of a woman entice the woman back – with words of reconciliation – only for the woman to end up killed – murdered by her own family.

This case is somewhat special in that I am using an American resource – an article on CNN – that gives the details on Samia’s death. This is probably only because Samia was  a British national at the time of her murder.

She had escaped hell. Divorced her husband. Remarried someone of her own choosing. Left the country that placed women as property and dictated what her future should be.

She was ‘summoned’ by her father to her family’s home. Probably the only way she would go was under the impression that they had forgiven her for going her own way.

She was raped. She was murdered.

Her ‘family’ reported that she had a heart attack. A medical examination proved that wrong.

Then a police officer hid evidence and allowed her sister and mother to escape Pakistan.

Chaudhry Muhammad Shakeel – Samia’s ex-husband and her first cousin was held in suspicion of her murder and later confessed to strangling her with her own scarf.

No word if he confessed to raping her. Or if he considered them to be still married and that a husband cannot rape his wife.

Her father is accused as an accessory to her murder.

I have expressed a few times on this site the lack of honor in killing a daughter, that this is an anti-survival trait for a person’s genes, that the last thing one should ever think to do is killing your own children.

No, this article has one thing to say.

If you escape from hell, do not go back. Ignore the pleas of family that they have ‘forgiven’ you. If they want to see you again, make them come to you in a free (or freer) country and make sure you are secure.

If people want to force you to be something and you break away, but the cord. Never look back. Even agreeing to see them again in neutral territory is a risk.

Rape as a Form of Punishment

Men rape woman a second time for reporting crime.

It seems there is no limit to the cruelty that men can commit against women.

There is little information in the article except for three important notes:

  1. Three men raped a woman
  2. She filed charges, and they raped her again as punishment for reporting the crime.
  3. The three men told family they would rape her again (which they did) if she did not take an out-of-court settlement.

Based on the article – it appears that the three rapists are not in jail – that they might be ‘remanded’ into custody a couple days later at a court appearance.

How in the world these men could be released after committing the same violent crime against a woman after doing it once and (two of them anyway) getting charged for the crime? I have two daughters – and allowing crimes like this – anywhere – opens the opportunity for these crimes to happen to my girls here in the US.

This probably isn’t the first time that I have written an article where the perpetrators are not in jail awaiting trail to threaten punishment on the original victim.  If I recall correctly a woman who had acid thrown on her face by three perpetrators then had the perpetrators yelling threats at her from the street below her window at her home.

Who knows what this ‘out-of-court’ settlement would have been – except that it probably wouldn’t have involved jail time.

I think the vast majority of women in the world would not accept payment for being raped by three men at once.

I’m going to end this article with a few of questions.

  1. What do you think the men were thinking when they raped this women the first time? What moral rules were guiding them to think that this was an appropriate course of action? Further, it should be noted that the vast majority of people in India are Hindu or Islamic. What did the rules of their religion tell them that it was ok to do this?
  2. What do you think the men were thinking the second time they raped this woman?
  3. What do you think the overall view of these men is towards women?
  4. Do you think they could ever love a woman – in the way that you believe in love? Or would any relationship with a woman just be an exercise in having a servant that you fuck?
  5. How would these three men treat a woman in their workplace?