Stealing is wrong, most of us agree (except those who steal). I’m surprised that Wal-mart security did not catch this guy at the door!
But working for a wage (or as a professional, for a large fee) and theft are not even related.
MOST THIEVES HAVE JOBS. Bernie Madoff had a good one. Lance Armstrong was another hard worker, along with his famous friends in the baseball industry, who were thieves.
Saying that thieves are people who do not have jobs is like saying that we all know that blacks are lazy and Indians are drunks who can’t be trusted, and so on and so forth, including the French immigrants to Maine who were treated as trash by the Klu Klux Klan in Maine in the era of Herbert Hoover.
Ask anyone who works in store security, like a place like Wal-mart, and they will tell you that the majority of thefts from their organizations come from WITHIN THE COMPANY, by EMPLOYEES WHO HAVE ACCESS TO CODES and the warehouse.
I have been poor for a lot of my life and became homeless after Vietnam, BUT I DO NOT STEAL. However, as I age, I am no longer surprised by the huge amount of dishonesty that goes on among human beings. Including, of course, characterizing thieves as people without a job.
PS A prominent woman in my town whose husband owned several businesses stole $5,000 from her job at the United States Postal Service, and was prosecuted and convicted. She had a gambling habit.
PS The average age and sex of a person in Maine, convicted of embezzlement of large amounts of money (over $100,000), is a woman in her 50s, who has been a bookkeeper for twenty years, and stolen all of that time, as friends and neighbors trusted her with their money.
The only sensible option may be Decriminalization? That's what happened with alcohol, America's biggest drug problem.
People didn't like it, but alcool is comparatively cheap, compared to how much it cost when gangsters sold it. The state is not subsidizing alcoolics, and gambling has also been decriminalized, along with many other changes in our society.
Obviously, for some reason, a certain group of people have a deep seated desire for certain behaviors, which may be genetic in it's origin, but whatever the cause, just won't go away. Are you going to build expensive prisons for all of these people, or are you going to find a way for them to get their addiction monitored in a safe and cheap manner (much like alcohol).
Well, since nobody will agree on anything, I won't even bother to take a side to this issue, but I will say that BATH SALTS, with it's terribly destructive paranoid behavior has taken solid root in northern Maine, and I guess it's either decriminalize some more behaviors, or buiild some huge prisions.
Anybody my age will remember the silly movie called ESCAPE FROM NEW YORK, with the recently deceased Ernest Borgnine as one of the main actors. It's either turn a city in to a huge prision, or find some other way of dealing with people's addictions, I guess?
The year I graduated from high school, 1968, my Mother got remarried and sent me off to Penn State, a place I didn't belong, because she was starting a new family, wanted me out of the way, and we know that every parent desires their child to be a university graduate.
Joe Paterno's fame and winning streak had just started at that time.
I stayed less than a semester, before becoming depressed, quitting, and reviving my young adult life with a simple job, feeling very good about myself at the time.
The next year, the draft and Vietnam caught up with me and radically changed my life, as it did to many others. Frankly, a lot of those male students were purposely attending Penn State to avoid the draft and Vietnam.
I remember the craziness of the college football fanaticism, and the reverence for Joe Paterno. Now, it reminds me of the reverence for the Reverend Bob Carlson of Bangor, who was found to be having sex with young boys for many years, and never even attended the divinity school he claimed a degree from.
It's really easy to make heroes out of people. At one time, Adolph Hitler was the hero of many in the world. Confederate States of America President Jefferson Davis was another hero who fell from grace. For better or worse, all heroes have feet made of clay, and we know what happens to clay after severe rains.
Roger Stavitz in Danforth, Maine, who was abused by my loving parents, and cries for these kids who were left for Jerry Sandusky to have his way with.
With a sense of humor, I note that Adolph Hitler, relevant due to LePage's recent remark about the IRS and the Gestapo, shot himself after his policies failed, and the famed Frank Rizzo, former Police Commisioner and Mayor of Philadelphia, finally fell from his state of grace and power.
My favorite memory of LePage was talking to one of his supporters during the primary, who had hosted LePage in his house to get some votes. This supporter, a pasty faced, 50ish man, told me that he was, "happy that we had found valuable metals in Afghanistan, becausae now we'll never leave."
That's my idea of LePage, a boy not appreciated by his father, and the type of people who support him. May LePage fall from power in a graceful manner, and SOON!
Victoria screwed up. Why? Her survival skills and training are 40 years out of date.
For $99, Victoria could have carried a SPOT SATELLITE MESSENGER, which would have sent Emergency EMS signals to the local sheriff as to her exact location. via satellite. And if she paired it with her SMART PHONE, she could have texted e mail messages to all of her friends (via the satellite overhead, not cell towers, complete with her exact location and condition, complete with a simple message like I HAVE A FLAT TIRE...so it can be used for non-emergency situations).
I have no stock or interest in SPOT. I live in a very rural part of Maine where cell signals are faint or non-existent. And I have heart problems.
So I merely write this message in this manner to ENCOURAGE EVERYONE TO UPDATE THEIR SURVIVAL SKILLS.
If you remember, last year, in the BDN, there was an article about a lady who went out snowshoeing just a few miles from her cabin with her dogs, got trapped, and had to hike out without the shoes, luckily coming home and only losing a part of her foot to frostbite.
SO FOR THOSE LONERS AMONG YOU, WHO LIKE TO GO OUT ON THE TRAILS, carry a Spot Satellite Messenger, which is now only about $99, and please, IT WILL SAVE YOUR LIFE.
Happy and Safe Hiking to all.
PS Here is one link to a Spot Satellite video, but many more on on Google or other locations. http://www.mypilotstore.com/mypilotstore/sep/6636
First of all, I must admit I always vote Democratic. But many Republicans do great things for veterans, and the elder statesman, Pennsylvania Senator Arlen Spector always did great things for veterans, as I remember him helping us out when I was attending a VET CENTER in Philadelphia back in 1981.
I do vote for Mike Michaud, and because his area of interest is veterans, I am one of his fans, being a Vietnam Veteran. I go out of my way to vote for him, and really like his robo calling service on the day of the election, which reminds me to get out and vote (as sometimes I am depressed, in a fog, or in one case, went to the town office to cast a special ballot for a special election after his robo call). So obviously, I have some prejudice.
That being said, I think that many congressmen and women from both sides of the aisle, and in Maine, the many independent politicians who get elected, try to help veterans. But in politics, there is only so much you can do.
Notice it took George Bush six months to move 500,000 American troops plus countless Arab countries in to the border with Kuwait for Operation Dessert Storm, which took about a two months to come to a bloody conclusion, complete with burning oil derricks. Yet veterans can often wait a lifetime for help, and sometimes that lifetime can be awful short, because many vets don't get the help they deserve.
And after serving in THE NAM, and watching this last ten year debacle, I can’t see the difference between Lyndon Johnson and George Bush, and the war policy of Richard Nixon and Barrack Obama? Well, they seem the same to me. The older I get, the more it all seems like BREAD AND CIRCUS.
I don't think that is because one is a Republican or a Democrat, but merely because there is lack of public will.
Wishing all veterans, even those with less than honorable discharges, good luck and good health, because we sure deserve it. Most people don’t even try the military, and I think it’s a very hard way to serve your country, and I admire all veterans for that reason.
A hero, is the only word that comes to mind. Thank you, Sir!
What a kind and brave man, you truly are. God Bless.
Everything is situational in life, I guess.
I just saw this update on MSNBC.com about Maggie/Grace, the black lab that stood by it's dead canine friend's corpse in the middle of a California freeway. http://video.msnbc.msn.com/nbc-news/47074114/#47074114
The couple that owned Maggie had shown up at the shelter to look for her, but Maggie was still in the back of the animal control officer's truck.
The couple got Maggie back, because through a smell test, and tail wagging test, it was determined that Maggie was their runaway dog.
But they are embarrassed, and refused to appear on camera. Apparently, they broke a whole bunch of local laws, including NO SHOTS, and NO REGISTRATION, and NO CHIP IMPLANT. Apparently, there is a law in that California city requiring the implant of a microchip, a simple tiny chip which is delivered under the loose folds of fatty skin in the dog's neck with a syringe.
So not only does this couple have to pay the cost of the shelter stay (which includes the cost of medications, etc..), but now they have been issued a summons, and will have to go to court to pay the legal costs for failing to comply with the law.
And, apparently, they want Maggie back, because the man who took the video, put the traffic cones out on the highway to guard Maggie, and started the ruckus, is disappointed that he couldn't adopt Maggie. On the video, he questions whether Maggie is going to a good home. But I guess if Maggie's owners are willing to pay the shelter costs, and then pay the court costs for failing to comply with the law, they must love Maggie, and are willing to be better dog owners in the future.
There is a certain burnout factor with people who work at shelters, or volunteer there. Hunters, and their dogs, are interested in stalking prey, the thrill of the hunt, and the photo op of them standing there, holding the dead turkey, or standing behind the bear.
Shelter personnel are the same type of caring people, but they hope to save each dog's life and reunite it with a caring owner. Since at many shelters, many dogs have to be put to death every week, as there is no place to keep them, the shelter workers get burned out, and rather jaded about the claims of the owners who come in, asking for their pets.
I was at the Houlton shelter about five years ago, doing a little volunteering, which was a NO KILL shelter, and a man came in, with his fifth cat in a case, wanting to donate it because the cat was peeing in the house. Well, I've found out that the usual reason for that is a urinary tract infection, which only repeated, expensive trips to the vet can often diagnose.
This man wanted to turn in this cat, as he was tired of the cat urine smell. But the shelter, a NO KILL shelter, was full up with cats, and didn't have the space to keep it, or the funds to give this cat it's required medical treatment. They refused to take the cat.
The man had already been to his vet, and the vet had refused to kill a relatively healthy cat. It's Maine, most people own guns, and someone suggested he could just shoot the cat. He said his wife, "would never forgive him," if he did that.
Nobody suggested another obvious alternative, that if he didn't want to pay the vet to treat the cat, he could just keep the cat as an outdoor cat, and leave food and water (in an electric, heated water bowl in the winter), and at least save the cat's life. Apparently, his man and his wife were at odds about this number 5 cat (four others), and that was this man's problem, which the burned out shelter workers were not able to help him with.
If you've ever hung around, or volunteered at a shelter, you'll pick up many stories like this. People who work at shelters often have more trouble getting along with people, as opposed to animals, which is why they work with animals to begin with.
Sometimes, the disagreements over the death of an animal can get someone fired, especially at a NO KILL shelter, where people are going out of their way to keep all the animals alive, and cannot in good conscience condone the killing of an animal because it doesn't have a human to take care of it.
SO THE DEBATE ABOUT DOG SHELTERS, and who said what to whom, and what the perfect way to manage pets in an imperfect world, goes on, no only amongst hunters, or shelter workers, but between these two groups of people.
PS The Houlton workers worked real hard to rehab a lost dog, and finally a couple adopted it. A few weeks later, the young couple split up and the man came back to their old shared abode and shot the dog to death, just to get back at his ex-lover. If you are working or volunteering at a shelter, and you experience this type of unreasonable behavior by the general public, how can it not give you a very jaded attitude about the swarms of people, coming in to tell you how much they love their lost pet?
I guess I am surprised by the lack of comments in the Sun Journal, as this same article had 95 comments in the Bangor Daily News. Anonymous comments, albeit, where us people can rant and rave, say any nasty thing that comes to mind, on any subject, and nobody will know who we are.
I like the Sun Journal method, which probably restricts commenters. First of all, you have to be pre-approved, and give your correct name and telephone number, or at least we assume it is correct, as the Sun Journal checks it. So you really have to like to write and comment to bother with this process.
Then, anything you say is listed under your proper name. Threaten someone, or display too much anger, or do anything really obtuse, and we know who you are. Anonymity is a big factor in human interactions. Most of us want to remain anonymous, OFF THE RECORD, most of the time, for obvious reasons of human privacy.
A online friend from the Bangor Daily News was very angry with me, after I made a revelation in the Sun Journal, which could possibly be traced back to him, and I realized my mistake, and I think I wrote Patti and asked that my post be removed. That is one of my failings in life; failing to keep anonymity, which people usually prefer.
And this process of anonymous comments can be really nasty, as I read about the murder of the retiring police chief in New Hampshire on a drug bust, and the dozens of comments on MSNBC.com (where the Sun Journal is an online partner) showed some really angry, uncaring remarks by people who want their illegal drugs left alone for them to use. Some of the comments about the murder of the police chief as he attempted to do his job made you really wonder about the mental state of the commenter? It was so nasty, I just can’t believe it.
So since I am the only one commenting here, I’ll just throw some stuff out, and see if anyone has other opinions.
If marijuana were decriminalized like alcohol, I’d probably consume a small amount, perhaps in a tea form, maybe once a month, just to bring back some old times. Marijuana was the first drug, aside from alcohol, that I started using, on a purely recreational basis, after my first tour of duty in Vietnam. I smoked my first joint on my last day in my company on my first tour of duty in Vietnam.
Luckily, I never was attracted much to alcohol or drugs, because I never became a drug addict or alcoholic, which I think is mostly due to some luck of my genetic makeup, as the same was true of nicotine, and an occasional cigarette would pacify me, so I can only assume there are no connecting links on my DNA molecular strands for these chemicals, as I suspect there are for my friends who I’ve met who are addicted.
But this year in Maine should be interesting, in that I think it is the first year that medical marijuana providers can grow a certain number of plants, outdoors, as long as they are enclosed by a fence. So we all know, as farmers do, that no fence precludes a teenager, or a drunken adult, acting like one, from scaling it after dark. It will be interesting to see how much night raiding is going on at these newly legal, medical marijuana, outdoor growing gardens?
As many South American countries are now clamoring for the decriminalization of illegal drugs, just to get the profit margin away from the drug dealers, who use the money for high powered machine guns and explosives, it will be interesting for me to see, before I die as an old man in Maine, whether it will be legal for me to have a small bit of marijuana to treat my depression and anxiety?
As it is, I’m pretty satisfied with the legal drugs the Veterans Administration prescribes for me, which are non-addictive, and once again, probably goes back to that same DNA structure I have, which makes me susceptible to anxiety and depression, but not susceptible or attracted to addictive drugs.
Hoping everyone in Maine is having a great spring day. Roger Stavitz, in Danforth.
We had a great exchange of ideas today. :)
Thanks, Roger Mouton, from Roger Stavitz, for sharing your thoughts and feelings with me today.
I just wanted to give you a little more info about the microchip. I’m not suggesting anyone get one, but this is how it works.
It is definitely MICRO, as it comes in it’s own syringe, is sterile, and the vet puts the needle in the dog’s loose folds of skin around the neck and inserts it. It has to be tiny if it is delivered by a syringe and a needle.
When very financially poor, living in NJ, with two dogs, Legally, in my apartment (I was lucky to have a good apartment complex where I lived for 19 years), I used to get my FREE rabies shots from the township, as it is required to buy my dog license. For my Bordatella (KENNEL COUGH) and distemper shots, I would order them cheaply from OMAHA VACCINE catalog and then do the shots myself. They were the simple ones, NOT IN THE MUSCLE, but in that same area of loose folds of skin over the neck (some injections of certain drugs require the muscle, and are more complicated, and the dogs feels a bit of pain, and you won’t want to poke the needle in to the wrong place).
But in my experience of giving these shots to dogs in the loose fold of the skin, they feel nothing, don’t even know you’re doing it, usually and there just aren’t that many nerves in that fatty, loose fold of skin around the neck. I guess this is protection for when the dog gets in dog fights, or chases down prey, as those fatty folds of skin with few nerves provide needed protection; a sort of armor.
So this whole process of putting the needle in the loose folds and injecting this tiny, MICRO, MICRO chip, seems not to bother the dog at all. But you can look online for other info. I just wanted to let you know that it wasn’t an operation, there was no cutting of the skin, and the chip is so tiny it fits into a sterile needle.
There is no guarantee this will bring your dog back. Plenty of people pick up loose dogs, sell them to labs for experimentation, or put them in their car and take them out of state to keep as pets. But every week, I read about a dog or cat that runs away from it’s new owner, several years later, and gets taken to a shelter or a vet, and the old owner has a happy reunion with their buddy, sometimes many years later. BUT AS YOU POINTED OUT, I guess the cheapest and most practical solution is the collar and ID tags.
Although, as I admitted, when I first came up here, I would allow the dogs to gambol freely alongside me as we walked on logging roads. They were not always good, and sometimes took off after a scent, and came back 15 minutes later with their tag ripped off. This happened rarely. I guess there is no perfect solution to life.
In the NY Times today, (found it on the Huffington Post), there is an article and a video about a veteran who committed suicide through drug abuse, as he had been on a waiting list for 3 months to get in to a VA drug treatment program in another 3 months; 6 months waiting list, total.
And as we all know, with addictions, there is no guarantee that one, two or three treatment programs will cure the alcoholism or drug addiction.
My two tour, deceased, Marine Corps Dog Handler VET CENTER counselor, who joined the Marines in 1963, and went to Nam twice, the first time by boat from Hawaii, and the second was a volunteer opportunity, as I had done, told me he liked me because I was, “NOT A WANNA’ BE” He explained that I did not make up stories, or fake things, or make experiences in Nam larger than they were, and he liked me for that reason. He loved vets, and died of a disease he thought related to his Agent Orange exposure on 12-31-99, the day before the new millennium.
So I should point out that I enlisted for three years to choose SUPPLY/QUARTERMASTER, because a man scared me after my draft physical and told me how his friend has lost a leg, three weeks in to his tour in Nam. Also, I was not looking forward to killing people. And believe me when I say that me and some other older college kids were totally shocked when they were training us to kill people at Fort Dix the summer of the Woodstock Rock Festival, as that’s how naïve us young draftees were. We thought we’d be supply clerks, or something like that. I’ve met at least one other man in treatment who told me the same thing.
And then there was the knee cartilage operation I had six months before the draft physical. I took the paper from the doctor, who assured me the Army would not want me. But when asked, I jumped up and down on my knee and proved it work perfectly at the draft physical, so you know I got a 1A. Now, truly, my knee would not have been able to take those six foot jumps out of the helicopter with a full 70 pound field pack in a hot landing zone, that the infantry carried, so even if I had been drafted in to the infantry, I might have been sent to a base camp, where 87% of military personnel were stationed.
Strangely enough, between my tours, I met a great friend who I played cards with. He had taken the two year draft, and then stepped on a BOUNCING BETTY mine, the only the first charge went off, sending him flying. The second KILL CHARGE did not ignite. Right away, he went to the recruiting office in Vietnam and signed up for three years, to get sent back to the states and be trained in helicopter repair; which gave him a 3 year, 9 month time in the Army.
At the time, as I experimented with drugs at Fort Sill in 1971, I kind of secretly looked down upon him, because he had turned a 2 year stretch in to a 4 year stretch. Meanwhile, I had actually volunteered to go back to Nam. SO....LOL..WHO IS THE ASS....LOL
But, actually, looking back, he was well adjusted, had been promoted to Sergeant, and probably stayed in the military for a career, or did much better than I. After training as a chopper mechanic, he was sent back to Nam, but it’s only as I get older can I appreciate what kind of fear a man must have after stepping on a BOUNCING BETTY MINE, and living to talk about it. Wow! His name was Ron, he had a new VW, and he was a really great guy.
I’m getting around to saying me and 15 others were only UNTRAINED supply clerks on a permanent guard shift every night, for four hours alone, at a helicopter parts depot, in Long My Valley, near Qui Nhon, that had never been attacked for the several yeas it was there. That’s most likely because we had 100 civilians working there, and they paid the VC taxes, I guess. Plus, Bin Dihn Province had been pacified by the 101st ABN DIV before they built the depot, and then 50,000 South Korean infantry and artillery troops were moved in to the valley and surrounding mountain tops and they were MEAN MOTHERFUCKERS, and did not have CBS news following them and reporting on potential My Lais. I mean, the R.O.K. troops had a reputation for brutally killing civilians, and we only had helicopter parts, but no helicopters to blow up, so we were kept safe.
Next tour, I call it the 101st Heroin/Race Riot/Fragging Division at Phu Bai Airport in 71/72. Very poor morale. I left wanting to (but not planning to) kill someone in authority, as is typical of many angry soldiers in any dispirited Army. Before we left, a black man shot his Frist Sergeant and Commanding Officer in our battalion with a pistol,. I was angry, isolated, lived alone, and gave out mail to 150 angry, depressed army and civilian personnel as my unit repaired helicopters. As I said, not everyone chose two tours, and not everyone was as vulnerable as me, and my friend lied about his knee and spent the war working as an elementary teacher in a Catholic School, playing tennis with all the women teachers with his, “bad knee!’ This friend was very socially adept.
His older brother, the kind of guy who dropped out of high school, got sucked in the Marine. In 1969, they were drafting one out of seven Marines to make their quota, so it wasn’t all volunteers as they claim. He did one tour, and got himself assigned to COMMO, at a Marine base, because like his brother, he was socially adept and knew to stay out of the Marine infantry, where people got chewed up like beef on a chow line.
His younger brother, my good friend, used to tell me, IT WAS ONLY TWO YEARS OF YOUR LIFE, so shut up. That was in the 1970s. I doubt I will ever see Bill Sherman again, and he is a grown man, mature, if still alive, and I’m sure he would not give me that same line of B.S., after having lied about his knee. But if he was stupid enough to say that to me today, I think I’d grab both of his shoulder blades, break then off, and MAKE SURE HE HAD A PERMANENT DISABILITY OF SOME KIND, and that would be his Vietnam Scar.
Well, of course, in real life, I would not do that. But so many of these angry feelings stay within my soul.
Therefore, you can see I am not some hard corps infantry trooper, or special forces, etc.. and these guys in today’s war with their 3 and 4 deployments while everyone else runs up a credit card debt, well, I don’t know how they manage. And according to the NY Times today, not so well. I can’t access the article now, but I think it said we’re losing 6 troops a month to death in Afghanistan, and 48 military suicides a month back home. There is a good video about a recent suicide of a younger brother who followed his older brother over to the war zone after 9/11. He died of a drug overdose, after being put on a six month waiting list for treatment by the VA. And anyone with common sense knows that those in patient treatment programs are usually temporary, at best, before the addiction takes over.
Obviously, this subject is close to my heart. And a judge who talked on the NY Times video said he didn’t see the public will to fund the VA properly and give these suicidal soldiers the treatment they need.
After all, not to be rude, BUT THE FOOTBALL GAME IS ALMOST OVER, our team has lost, we all bought our pennants and save the troops magnets, and now we’re concerned about the debt, gas prices, jobs, and who is in power for the next four year. IT WAS THE SAME AFTER VIETNAM, mostly, except people were mostly more openly hostile to us veterans, and we were perhaps more angry with ourselves, and did not have social media to reach out and contact each other. I hope this current crop of vets does better. I sincerely go, my friend. Roger Moulton.
I am very lonely and isolated up here along the Canadian border, which is now a deep part of my personality pattern, something that happens because I was emotionally vulnerable when drafted in to a sad, losing, dispiriting war of lies by our government that killed 58,000 of us, and wounded a million with physical and PTSD memories. When you have feelings of breaking your old friends shoulder blades like some chicken wings, it tends to make you put distance between you and others. Not planning on harming anyone, but this sort of internal anger is a disease that keeps coming back, much like Montezuma’s revenge.....LOL You never know when you’re going to be fine one moment, and then vomiting emotional shit all over your clothes and friends, the next. LOL I laugh but I cry inside.
So last night, I got a call from an old friend, and I cried for an hour as we talked, and that was therapeutic. At least I am alive, and can cry. I am lucky.
If you use GOOGLE and type in ROGERNAMVET and Go Pro HD Hero2 POV camera, Olympus ME51SW, External Mike and Go Pro Battery BacPak, or just go to this web address on CNN iReport, you’ll see me looking like a real dork, trying out my new camera. http://ireport.cnn.com/docs/DOC-775861
I use these Point of View cameras because I’ve always liked taking pictures, but also when I get upset, I can turn one on (usually the Flip), and record what I say, so I can hear my own voice, and so people don’t lie about what I said later on. Many younger veterans use this technique after coming home from Iraq. including the younger brother who just died of a drug overdose.
Also, CNN put two of my cutesy animal videos on Sunday morning television, and at this address http://ireport.cnn.com/docs/DOC-623133, you’ll see my video, Escorting a snapping turtle across the road to safety
Have a great, dog walking day, Roger Moulton. Thanks for sharing with me. Roger Stavitz