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Elon vows Tesla will ‘make things good’ with San Jose bakery

After learning that Tesla backed out of a deal with a San Jose pie shop at the last minute, leaving the business owner out of thousands of dollars, Elon Musk said he would make amends.

“Just hearing about this. Will make things good with the bakery. People should always be able to count on Tesla trying its best,” Musk said on X in response to a post about the canceled order.

Musk did not specify how he would address the matter with The Giving Pies, a small Black-owned bakery. Though Tesla has resubmitted an order of 3,200 pies for two events next month, bakery owner Voahanguy Rasetarinera said on Friday.

Rasetarinera said that since her social media post went viral by criticizing Tesla for abruptly canceling a $6,000 order for 2,000 pies, her bakery has received an overflow of community support.

STATE OF THE UNION

   

Activists who successfully placed a recall on California’s ballot in 2021 and forced the Democratic governor to spend tens of millions are trying to oust him again. STORY
Gavin Newsom faces another recall threat in California 


Tiny lab-grown testicles look remarkably like the real thing under the microscope

STORY HERE

THE PLOT THICKENS:

Biden Admin Planted Operative in Fani Willis Office, Sources Say
The Biden administration planted a Democrat operative inside a Fulton County office to target former President Donald Trump, multiple sources familiar with the Fulton County District Attorney’s Office exclusively told Breitbart News.
SEE STORY HERE
An entire NY state Supreme Court bench is compromised of black women.

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The State of America

Men, like nations, think they’re eternal. What man in his 20s or 30s doesn’t believe, at least subconsciously, that he’ll live forever? In the springtime of youth, an endless summer beckons. As you pass 70, it’s harder to hide from reality…. as you lose friends and relatives.Nations also have seasons: Imagine a Roman of the 2nd century contemplating an empire that stretched from Britain to the Near East, thinking: This will endure forever… Forever was about 500 years, give or take… not bad, but gone!!

France was pivotal in the 17th and 18th centuries; now the land of Charles Martel is on its way to becoming part of the Muslim ummah.

In the 19th and early 20th centuries, the sun never set on the British empire; now Albion exists in perpetual twilight. Its 96-year-old sovereign is a fitting symbol for a nation in terminal decline.

In the 1980s, Japan seemed poised to buy the world. Business schools taught Japanese management techniques. Today, its birth rate is so low and its population aging so rapidly that an industry has sprung up to remove the remains of elderly Japanese who die alone.

I was born in 1945, almost at the midpoint of the 20th century – the American century. America’s prestige and influence were never greater. Thanks to the ‘Greatest Generation,’ we won a World War fought throughout most of Europe, Asia, and the Pacific. We reduced Germany to rubble and put the rising sun to bed. It set the stage for almost half a century of unprecedented prosperity.

We stopped the spread of communism in Europe and Asia and fought international terrorism. We rebuilt our enemies and lavished foreign aid on much of the world. We built skyscrapers and rockets to the moon. We conquered polio and now COVID. We explored the mysteries of the Universe and the wonders of DNA…the blueprint of life.

But where is the glory that once was Rome? America has moved from a relatively free economy to socialism – which has worked so well NOWHERE in the world.

We’ve gone from a republican government guided by a constitution to a regime of revolving elites. We have less freedom with each passing year. Like a signpost to the coming reign of terror, the cancel culture is everywhere. We’ve traded the American Revolution for the Cultural Revolution.

The pathetic creature in the White House is an empty vessel filled by his handlers. At the G-7 Summit, ‘Dr. Jill’ had to lead him like a child. In 1961, when we were young and vigorous, our leader was too. Now a feeble nation is technically led by the oldest man to ever serve in the presidency.

We can’t defend our borders, our history (including monuments to past greatness) or our streets. Our cities have become anarchist playgrounds. We are a nation of dependents, mendicants, and misplaced charity. Homeless veterans camp in the streets while illegal aliens are put up in hotels.

The president of the United States can’t even quote the beginning of the Declaration of Independence (‘You know – The Thing’) correctly. Ivy League graduates routinely fail history tests that 5th graders could pass a generation ago. Crime rates soar and we blame the 2nd Amendment and slash police budgets.

Our culture is certifiably insane. Men who think they’re women. People who fight racism by seeking to convince members of one race that they’re inherently evil, and others that they are perpetual victims. A psychiatrist lecturing at Yale said she fantasizes about ‘unloading a revolver into the head of any white person.’

We slaughter the unborn in the name of freedom, while our birth rate dips lower year by year. Our national debt is so high that we can no longer even pretend that we will repay it one day. It’s a $30-trillion monument to our improvidence and refusal to confront reality. Our ‘entertainment’ is sadistic, nihilistic, and as enduring as a candy bar wrapper thrown in the trash. Our music is noise that spans the spectrum from annoying to repulsive.

Patriotism is called an insurrection, treason celebrated, and perversion sanctified. A man in blue gets less respect than a man in a dress. We’re asking soldiers to fight for a nation our leaders no longer believe in, while meekly most of us submitted to Fauci-ism (the regime of face masks, lockdowns, and hand sanitizers) shows the impending death of the American spirit.

How do nations slip from greatness to obscurity?

* Fighting endless wars they can’t or won’t win

* Accumulating massive debt far beyond their ability to repay

* Refusing to guard their borders, allowing the nation to be inundated by an alien horde

* Surrendering control of their cities to mob rule

* Allowing indoctrination of the young

* Moving from a republican form of government to an oligarchy

* Losing national identity

* Indulging indolence

* Abandoning faith and family – the bulwarks of social order.

In America, every one of these symptoms is pronounced, indicating an advanced stage of the disease. Even if the cause seems hopeless, do we not have an obligation to those who sacrificed so much to give us what we had? I’m surrounded by ghosts urging me on: the Union soldiers who held Cemetery Ridge at Gettysburg, the battered bastards of Bastogne, those who served in the cold hell of Korea, the guys who went to the jungles of Southeast Asia and came home to be reviled or neglected.

This is the nation that took in my immigrant grandparents, whose uniform my father and most of my uncles wore in the Second World War. I don’t want to imagine a world without America, even though it becomes increasingly likely.

During Britain’s darkest hour, when its professional army was trapped at Dunkirk and a German invasion seemed imminent, Churchill reminded his countrymen, ‘Nations that go down fighting rise again, and those that surrender tamely are finished.’

The same might be said of causes. If we let America slip through our fingers, if we lose without a fight, what will posterity say of us? While the prognosis is far from good, only God knows if America’s day in the sun is over.”

Read it and weep, forward or erase it! I read it and am now forwarding it to you, believing that we in America are at the moment in time to stand up, or let it fall! We now may soon be at the next step in our country’s future. I believe that it might be closer than we think.

Author Unknown

 

Should we wear shoes in the house? Experts weigh in and turns out we should stop immediately.
ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS VISIT A PUBLIC RESTROOM AND VISUALIZE WHAT YOU ARE WALKING ON BEING CARRIED INTO YOUR HOME.   IT IS SIMPLE AND SENSIBLE TO REMOVE YOUR SHOES AT THE DOOR AND PUT ON A PAIR OF SLIPPERS THAT ARE NEVER WORN OUTDOORS.

It’s a common practice in the west that may be grosser than we realize. 02.27.24 Experts seem to agree that shoes shouldn’t be worn inside Growing up nearly everyone knew of one house that didn’t allow people to wear shoes inside. It didn’t matter if you accidentally wore your socks with the hole in them, there were no exceptions–shoes off. For many folks it was just seen as a quirk for that particular family and there wasn’t much thought given into why they were adamant about enforcing the ruleRead in Upworthy: https://apple.news/AZTgoucccQMGfWdTwfk4zGg

WE ARE THE LAUGHING STOCK OF THE WORLD!
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STATE OF THE UNION

I DIDN’T KNOW LUMPY WAS A HOCKY FAN. OR MAYBE HE GOT A PART TIME JOB. WHY ELSE SEND SUCH A PICTURE?


These may be real life stories.

One year, I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery plot as a Christmas gift…

           The next year, I didn’t buy her a gift.

           When she asked me why, I replied,

           “Well, you still haven’t used the gift I bought you last year!”

           And that’s how the fight started…..
           ___________________________

           My wife and I were watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while
we were in bed.

           I turned to her and said, ‘Do you want to have Sex?’

           ‘No,’ she answered. I then said,

           ‘Is that your final answer?’

           She didn’t even look at me this time, simply saying, ‘Yes..’

           So I said, “Then I’d like to phone a friend.”

           And that’s when the fight started…
     ______________________________
           My wife and I were sitting at a table at her school
reunion, and she kept staring at a drunken man swigging his
drink as he sat alone at a nearby table.

           I asked her, “Do you know him?”

           “Yes”, she sighed,

           “He’s my old boyfriend.  I understand he took to drinking
right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear he
hasn’t been sober since.”

           “My God!” I said, “Who would think a person could go on
celebrating that long?”

           And then the fight started…

           _________________________


           When our lawn mower broke and wouldn’t run, my wife 
kept hinting to me that I should get it  fixed.  But, somehow I always
had something else to take care of first, the shed, the  boat,
making beer… Always something more important to me. Finally she
thought of  a clever way to make her point.

           When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the  tall
grass, busily snipping away with a tiny  pair of sewing
scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went into
the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I  came out again
I handed her a toothbrush. I said, “When you finish cutting the
grass, you  might as well sweep the driveway.”

           The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always  have a  limp.
           ___________________________

           My wife sat down next to me as I was flipping channels.

           She asked, “What’s on TV?”

           I said, “Dust.”

           And then the fight started…

           ___________________________

           Saturday  morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my
lunch, and slipped quietly into the garage.  I hooked up the
boat up to the  van and proceeded to back out into a torrential
downpour. The wind was blowing 50mph, so I pulled back into the
garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather
would  be bad all day.

           I went back into the house,  quietly undressed, and slipped 
back into bed. I cuddled up to my wife’s back; now with a different
anticipation, and whispered, “The  weather out there is
terrible.”

           My loving wife of 5 years replied, “And, can you believe my
stupid husband is out fishing in that?”

           And that’s how the fight started….

           ___________________________

           My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming
anniversary.

           She said, “I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in
about 3 seconds.”

           I bought her a bathroom scale.

           And then the fight started……

           ___________________________

           After retiring, I went to the Social Security office  to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver’s License to verify my age.

           I looked in my  pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home.  I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later.

           The woman said, ‘Unbutton your shirt’. So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.

           She said, ‘That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me’ and she processed my Social Security application.

           When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office.  She said, ‘You should have  dropped
your pants. You might have gotten disability too.’

           And then the fight started… 


Leroy, I’ve seen this TV commercial down here in the Tucson area for a few months now and can’t avoid seeing the resemblance between the on screen character and a certain retired Lt. who has served on the PBA board for years.  Anyone else see the resemblance?

 

SEE VIDEO HERE

 

Carl E. Whelan

Leroy, some of your readers may remember convicted killer Carl Whelan from an old San Jose case.  For decades I’d try to find current info on him by searching the Internet but, because I was spelling his last name incorrectly, nothing turned up…until recently when I discovered a different spelling.

(When Capt. Bill Brown died, Bill Mattos requested that we send him some remembrances of him.  Attached is a note I wrote about this case and Bill Brown.)

In the fall of 1974, a young 4 year old girl (Sonja Johnson) went missing from her home near Branham & Snell.  Our on duty MERGE team was called in to assist in the neighborhood search with a CP being set up in the Johnson’s garage.  Bill Brown was there as the Capt. Of Detectives and Jim Emmonds was there as our team sergeant.  Ivan Comelli was the MERGE Lt. but I don’t know if he was working that night.  As we fanned out into the neighborhood, my partner Gil Gonzales and I knocked on the front door of a nearby house.  A teenager, later ID’d as Carl Whelan, let us inside to search for the missing girl.  She was not there and nothing seemed out of the ordinary so Gil and I went on to search other houses. 

A few weeks later Sonja’s body was discovered in a creek bed off Hick’s Road near Los Gatos.  Carl Whelan was eventually arrested for her murder.  Prior to trial, Gil and I were called to the office of a female assistant district attorney who wanted to know if we remembered seeing a pair of girl’s shoes in the Whelan house.  We didn’t recall seeing any shoes and told the DA we were only looking for a young girl possibly sleeping under a bed or in a closet.  Whelan was convicted of sexual assault, kidnapping, and homicide and sent to the California Youth Authority.  While there, he escaped the prison walls but was later captured the same day.  In total, Whelan only spent 4 years incarcerated for the crime which seems like a complete failure on the part of the criminal justice system for both Sonja and the Johnson family.

After being released from the Youth Authority, Whelan was living in Southern California.  In 1982 he was paroled after serving time for 9 counts of armed robbery.  In July 1990 he violated parole and fled to Oklahoma.  In October 1990, Whelan entered a Long John Silver’s seafood restaurant in Oklahoma City and forced the employees at gun point into the back room/office area.  He then forced them to open the safe which triggered a silent alarm.  As officers arrived Whelan shot and killed one of the patrolman.  Whelan was then shot in the head by another officer and taken into custody. 

The local district attorney announced that he was going to prosecute Whelan and was seeking the death penalty.  The DA knew of Whelan’s past criminal behavior including the previous armed robberies and the San Jose sexual assault and murder of Sonja Johnson.

In April 1991, after being held for 6 months and awaiting trail, Whelan killed himself in his jail cell by stuffing wet toilet paper in his nostrils and throat thereby escaping state execution.

 


 


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