Friday, September 18, 2009

And Now A Word from Art Acevedo

We awoke to a loud noise this morning in Austin. It shook the very ground. At first I thought it was a thunderclap. I looked up into the sky. But no, the sky was clear.

Then I thought it might be an explosion, a terrorist attack or something. But no, it wasn’t that either.

What was it?

It was the sound of Austin Police Chief Art Acevedo stamping his little foot and saying he’s not going to take it anymore.

What's got his panties all in a tangle? Quoting from the Austin American-Statesman:

Austin Police Chief Art Acevedo says he and some of his officers have been harassed, lied about and had their identities falsely used in online blogs and in reader comment sections on local media Internet sites.

They've had enough.

In a meeting this month with department brass, Acevedo and the group discussed how they think such posts erode public trust in the department and how they have been wrongly maligned.

They have since researched their legal options and decided that from now on, they might launch formal investigations into such posts, Acevedo said. He said investigators might seek search warrants or subpoenas from judges to learn the identities of the authors — he thinks some could be department employees — and possibly sue them for libel or file charges if investigators think a crime was committed.

"A lot of my people feel it is time to take these people on," Acevedo said. "They understand the damage to the organization, and quite frankly, when people are willfully misleading and lying, they are pretty much cowards anyway because they are doing so under the cloak of anonymity …"


The first thought that comes to my mind upon reading this is that the Austin Police Department does so good a job damaging its own reputation it needs no help from the public. I mean, why should anyone post an idiotic comment under Art Acevedo’s name when he makes enough idiotic comments on his own?

Here's another thing that concerns me ...

The Austin Police Department solves roughly 12% of all reported crimes. That's not so good, but it's better than zero percent, which is what it will be with the cops spending their time and resources tracking down people who write mean things about them.

Just for the record, I've never written anything anonymously in my life. All my criticisms of the cops, politicians, and what-have-you have been written and published under my own name.

But now I'm thinking that might not be such a good idea. It might even be dangerous. Cops are so crazy these days you never know what they might do—and Art Acevedo in particular is so sensitive ...

Why, if he were to read this blog, there’s no telling what he might do. He might even hit me with his purse.

I can't take the chance. Therefore, I'm signing this blog post as…

Your obedient public servant,
Art Acevedo

Monday, September 07, 2009

PsiOp Radio #87



Click the above to hear (and watch!) last week's show. Thanks to our friend Floyd Anderson for posting the show with the great visuals.

SMiles Lewis and I took a break this week from the show to celebrate Labor Day, but we'll be back LIVE next Sunday, 7 pm Central, on American Freedom Radio ...

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

"He Didn't Break Nothin'" - Update on Taser Story

Update on the Travis County Taser Story:

Sgt. Major Gary Griffin, Travis County Constable’s Office Precinct 3, applauded Deputy Chris Bieze's actions by saying he “didn't break nothin’.” (LINK)

You got that? Bieze didn't break nothin'. That's good. I'm glad he didn't break nothin'. We're all glad. Would've been too bad if he'd broke somethin'.

When Griffin said this, he was making the point that the woman should be glad Bieze used a Taser instead of a nightstick. People get hurt by nightsticks, you see, whereas it don't hurt people none at all hardly to get hit by a Taser, nor break nothin' neither.

It is revealed in the same story that Bieze is the Taser instructor for Precinct 3. Presumably, then, as the precinct’s resident authority on Tasers, he is aware of the potentially harmful effect of sending 50,000 volts of electricity into the neck of an elderly woman, to say nothing of the injury she might have suffered falling to the ground.

Yet he did it anyway!

You will recall that, earlier in the confrontation, Bieze shoved the woman—shoved her so hard it knocked her backwards a step or two, and could have easily knocked her down and broke somethin'. This was done for her safety, Bieze later said, to get her away from the traffic.

Which sounds dubious to me. Is this how you would have ushered an elderly woman away from traffic. Take the test below to compare your handling of the situation to the way Deputy Bieze handled it. It’s multiple choice, so it should be easy …

(1) You’re a cop. You’re trained to deal with the public. You pull over an elderly woman for speeding. She’s upset, refuses to sign the ticket. You order her out of the car. Once she’s out of the car, you realize you need to usher her away from the traffic for her safety. You have three choices. You can: (1) calmly explain why she needs to move and gently place your hand on her shoulder, (2) scream in her face and punch her violently in the shoulder, or (3) stick your thumb up your butt, waddle back to the squad car, and cram another donut into your fat swinish face.

(2) You’re a cop dealing with an upset elderly woman. You’ve just made the situation worse by screaming at her and shoving her. You’re also the precinct’s Taser instructor. You know that Tasering an elderly woman could cause cardiac arrest or that she could hurt herself and break somethin' in the fall. Faced with the dilemma of how to get her to comply with an order, you have four choices. You can: (1) Taser her anyway and hope you don’t break nothin’, (2) use your nightstick and hope you don’t break nothin’, (3) stop barking orders and try using the calm tone of voice one usually uses when dealing with agitated, elderly, or infirm persons, or (4) radio headquarters with your immediate resignation and get a job more suited to your abilities, such as shoveling shit at the dog pound.

(3) You’re a cop. You have just Tasered a 72-year-old grandmother. All the bad choices in your miserable, worthless, futile, pointless, rotten life have led up to this unfortunate moment. What can you do now to redeem yourself? You have three choices. You can: (1) render aid to the screaming injured woman who for all you know, might've broke somethin’ when she fell, (2) continue to bark orders and threaten her with more Taserings even though it is now impossible for her to move, or (3) take out your Taser, pull down your pants, and shoot yourself in the ass, you fucking idiot.

Roadside Torture: Official Policy of Travis Co. Sheriff's Department

I defy anyone to watch this video and give me one good reason why Travis County Deputy Chris Bieze was justified in Tasering a 72-year-old grandmother during a traffic stop.

Yes, she was argumentative. Yes, she failed to comply with the officer's order. But does this justify use of the Taser?

Originally, Tasers were intended to be used by police only in situations where a gun might otherwise be used--that is, in situations where lives might be in danger. Rule of thumb: If a situation doesn't require a gun, it shouldn't require a Taser.

And yet, increasingly, police are using the Taser not in dangerous situations, but simply to enforce compliance.

In the video, the situation is under control at first. Then the woman refuses to sign the speeding ticket. This, of course, is her right.

Deputy Bieze then orders her out of the car. This is his right.

She argues with him, which may not be smart, but it is her right.

Bieze responds by screaming in her face and shoving her backwards. This is not his right.

Later, he will say he shoved her for her own safety, to get her out of the traffic. But it is quite apparent that the shove was not kindly meant.

You know the kind of shove. It is the same shove that has started many a bar fight—a hard shove, a bullying shove, ugly, vicious, violent, and mean, nothing nice about it.

And it escalates the situation, of course. The woman gets angrier. So angry that she gets in his face, saying, “You’re gonna’ push me? A 72-year-old woman?”

This, by the way, is her right. She has been physically assaulted by this "man," and is well within her rights to object, whether the bully who shoved her is in uniform or not.

A few minutes pass, during which time Bieze talks on his radio. She stands there quietly, arms folded. Bieze orders her to stand back. She continues to stand right where she is, arms folded. Again, not a good idea, but is it a threat to the officer’s safety? Of course not.

Bieze next tries to grab her arms in order to handcuff her. She pulls away. Again, not a good idea, but is it a threat? No, it is not. This isn't a 35-year-old, 200-pound maniac high on PCP. This is a 72-year-old woman pulling away, not attacking. Only the most pathetic, sissy-pants baby could feel threatened in this situation.

Bieze threatens her with the Taser. She dares him to try it. Again, not a good idea, but again, no credible threat to the officer's safety.

In short order, Bieze removes the Taser from his belt and zaps her—a great-grandmother, mind you—with enough electricity to send her flying backwards to the ground.

And then, while she’s lying there screaming, Bieze orders her once again to put her hands behind her back.

Now, perhaps, until now you've seen some justification for Bieze's actions. But where is the justification now? How is she still a threat? And how, exactly, is she going to obey the order while she is paralyzed with pain?

Between screams, she manages to choke out the words that she cannot comply with the order, and somehow—by a miracle of God, I guess—this maniac Bieze manages to get a grip on himself and decides to stop torturing her.

Which is a good thing, because a lot of cops don’t stop Tasering someone after they’re down. They’ll keep on and on Tasering three, four, five, six, a dozen, fifteen, twenty times, until they get tired of it, or the victim dies.

Is this the kind of society we want? A society that sanctions the roadside torture of elderly women for not following orders?

It's not the kind of society I want, but apparently it's what the Travis County Sheriff’s Department wants, because in the video a department spokesman actually defends Bieze’s actions.

This tells us all we need to know about the Travis County Sheriff's Department: roadside torture is official policy and everyone—even little old ladies—are fair game.

This does not make me feel safe. In fact, I think we would be safer without police if this how they serve and protect.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Sneak Preview: "Roadside Hell"

A sneak preview of my latest story, "Roadside Hell," coming soon in Hotwire 3 from Fantagraphics ...







Best of PsiOp Radio: What a Police State Doesn't Look Like



(Wow, looking at this video and the photo of me, I realize how huge I was last year in London when that picture was taken. Would you believe, I've lost nearly 50 pounds since then? It's true. Fifty pounds is a lot of hamburger meat to carry around. Suffice to say, I feel better and look better--and I owe it all to the No-Alcohol Diet. Which I recommend to anyone.)

Best of PsiOp Radio: Talking about Torture

Return of the Son of the Bride of Blog Monster

Just thought I’d step into the blog for a moment and open the windows, air the place out, sweep out some of the dust and cobwebs.

Wow, it’s been a while. Haven’t posted anything here since January

Is anyone still checking this blog? I know a few people are because they’ve written asking if my health issues are the reason for the state of suspended animation this blog has been in the past few months. The answer is yes, to some degree.

The phlebotomies don’t incapacitate me, but I do have less energy, therefore can’t do as much as before I started the treatment. So, with a big, new, full-color comic on the drawing board the past few months, something had to be set on the backburner and it was the blog, unfortunately.

However, over the last few months, I did manage to microblog on Twitter. But anything longer than 140 characters, no.

I also managed to carve out time from my schedule for PsiOp Radio on Sunday night—and a good thing. Listenership has increased and the show has gotten better and better. We’re carried on American Freedom Radio and enjoying our association with those fine folks.

If you can’t catch our show live, go to the archives. Also, you can hear “Best of PsiOp Radio” excerpts on YouTube now. I’ll post those here shortly.

Also, coming up soon on this blog will be a sneak preview of the big comix project that’s kept me so busy: “Roadside Hell.” It will be published in the next volume of Hotwire, due out later this summer, I think. I’ll find out the exact publication date and post it here.

Something else I did recently was sign up for Facebook. I was able to post a few things (mainly status reports about how god-awful hard I was working), but now have the time to have more fun with Facebook. Looking forward to it.

Also looking forward to my next project, which I’ll talk about later. I’ve made a commitment to myself, however, that I’m going to work at it on a more reasonable pace than I did this last project. No more all-nighters. No more nervous exhaustion—which I’m still feel a little, three days later. NOT FUN. Never again. I should be taking better care of myself than that, and will.

That’s all for now. I gotta' take my Vitamin B and ginseng tea. Will return shortly. This blog is BACK, baby …

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Tonight Live: Psi-Op Radio

Tonight, January 11, SMiles and I will host another live edition of PsiOp Radio ...

The show starts at 7 pm CST / 0100 UTC. You can listen on line via these networks:

Freedom Underground Radio

Anomaly Radio

Revere Radio

Sunday, January 04, 2009

LIVE TONIGHT: Psi-Op Radio

It's a big night for PsiOp Radio ...

Tonight, we start our new Sunday schedule. Instead of Tuesdays, we will now be doing the show on Sunday nights. Same time, 7-9 pm CST.

Also, tonight, we debut on Freedom Underground Radio. This great new network, born out of the ashes of We The People Radio Network, features a great line-up of hosts, including my good friend Jack Blood. Tonight, SMiles Lewis and I are proud to join them.

Our show will still be carried on Anomaly Radio and Revere Radio, bringing to three the number of networks where you can hear us live.

Remember, the show begins at 7 pm CST / 0100 UTC. I don't know for sure, but I think we will be able to take calls tonight. Here are the links where you can listen:

Freedom Underground Radio

Anomaly Radio

Revere Radio

Friday, January 02, 2009

The Coming Year: Panic or Paradise?

Warm today in Central Texas … high blue skies … traffic humming outside on the highway … inside it’s quiet … the last round of holiday merry-making has ended … 2009 is two days old …

We start 2009 with the same war we had this time last year. We have a new president, but will he end the war? Expectations are low.

We also start 2009 with a financial crisis—the worst since the Great Depression, we are told, so bad we have not even begun to feel its effects. A complete collapse of the system, utter ruin, massive deprivation, panic, calamity, riots, martial law, concentration camps, genocide, all await us in the coming year.

Well, maybe it won’t be as bad as all that. I sure hope not …

Meanwhile, in my personal life, what a year it’s been—I retired from my day job, went to Europe, worked on various projects. So much happened. And continues to happen …

I started my treatment this week.

It happened in an oncology center in a big room with other patients, all sitting in recliners receiving their treatments.

My treatment is phlebotomy. Bloodletting, basically, only without the leeches. They take about a pint of blood. It takes ten minutes, then they give you some fruit juice and you wait ten minutes till they say you can go.

The woman next to me had cancer. So did most of the people, to judge by the hairless heads.

You count your blessings in a place like that …

And that's what it was for me, a blessing that this condition was caught before it was too late. Good thing I had that physical.

I didn’t want a physical. I didn’t feel sick and if there was something wrong I didn’t want to know about it.

But my wife insisted—get a physical, get a physical. Finally, I gave in, and you know the rest. It saved my life.

Whew—that was a close one …

Of course, most good things come with a price. In my case, it was Happy Hour.

I wasn't drinking immoderately, for the most part. A great many people drink at the same level I was drinking and never experience one negative consequence.

But for me, with a hereditary inability to process iron, drinking alcohol—which actively interferes with the breakdown of iron—doing this was, for me, a death-defying stunt.

And now, for my next act, I will drink a case of cyanide, play Russian roulette, kiss a cobra, and jump out a ten-story window …

Aw well. It’s all booze under the bridge now. What matters is, I’m alive. The weeks of uncertainty—waiting for the biopsy, waiting for the results, wondering, not knowing—are over, and the results are that I'm going to be okay. The New Year finds me with a new lease on life. My worst-case scenario did not happen …

And maybe the world will be okay too. Maybe the worst-case scenario for 2009 won't come to pass. Worst-case scenarios often don't.

Anyway, it doesn't help to worry about it, and with the same energy we use to worry and imagine the worst, we can also imagine the best and make it happen …

When I started writing this, it was sunny. Now the sun is setting. The second day of 2009 draws to a close. Time marches on.

Happy New Year …