Month: May 2005

Fowl play on highway:

St. Louis police detained seven ducklings Wednesday after they blockedHighway 40 and caused a traffic accident, but later released them to custody of their mother. No charges were filed.

Officers gave this account:

A minor collision occurred about 11 a.m. in the eastbound lanes of the highway, which is also Interstate 64, near Kingshighway. Motorists blamed slowed traffic trying to avoid the feathered pedestrians. No injuries were reported, human or otherwise.

Because once ducks cause a couple of fatalities, the city of Denver will kill them all.

You know the unnamed capital-O Objectivist in the post below?

A complete and utter fabrication. If blogvestigators hit the streets and the lawns of the Ayn Rand Institute, looking for someone who even heard of Musings from Brian J. Noggle, they would find no one to fit the description. Then they would pressure me to give up my position here for misleading The Public, or just you, gentle reader. I don’t want this to happen to me.

So please understand that here at Musings from Brian J. Noggle, we got no truck with reality. We do however, got truck with bad sixties slang that continues to live on into the twenty-first century for some reason or another.

(Link seen on Michelle Malkin.)

Police used Taser on pregnant driver:

She was rushing her son to school. She was eight months pregnant. And she was about to get a speeding ticket she didn’t think she deserved.

So when a Seattle police officer presented the ticket to Malaika Brooks, she refused to sign it. In the ensuing confrontation, she suffered burns from a police Taser, an electric stun device that delivers 50,000 volts.

“Probably the worst thing that ever happened to me,” Brooks said, in describing that morning during her criminal trial last week on charges of refusing to obey an officer and resisting arrest.

She did not attack the officers, so they should not have feared for their safety. We can assume is that the officer who tasered her would not have shot her dead, which is the decision for which the taser provides an alternative. Instead, he used it as a people prod when she resisted.

An attitude adjustment, if you will. But don’t worry, citizen, you only have to worry if you ever might have a difference of opinion with a police officer.

Note the double standard that this story reveals:

It took 12 snakes and almost five years for Bill Carity to turn raw land into a subdivision.

The Butler’s garter snake, a protected species in Wisconsin, was discovered on his property in Menomonee Falls in 1999, and afterward, he struggled to satisfy the competing demands of the Department of Natural Resources and getting his project off the ground.

“The Butler’s took me completely by surprise,” said Carity, of Carity Land Corp. of Brookfield. “For a long time, it was a painful process.”

If only they were humans who legally owned the property and had constitutional rights; then Menomonee Falls could simply have used eminent domain to remove the squatters from the government’s land–and with eminent domain, gentle reader, all land is government land–and could have given the land to developers.

But since the Butler’s garter snakes are reptiles with their bellies in the soil, the government will protect them from rapacious developers.

Horror: Compulsive gambling fuels criminal habits: Mother of 3 stole $520,000 to keep playing, and lost it

On the one-year anniversary of the last time she gambled, Pamela Wick was upbeat. She’s five months into a 10-year prison term for stealing more than $520,000, then losing it all – and more – at casinos.

“It’s a new beginning for me,” Wick, a mother of three, said in an interview last month at the Taycheedah Correctional Institution in Fond du Lac County. “It’s a whole new feeling that life can be normal.

“I’m really glad that I came here. It was time for me to accept responsibility.”

Accept responsibility after she got caught. Oh, she’s saying the right things for the parole board hearings to come.

Stories like this make me angry, because the helpful government wraps us all in stifling protective legislation to keep the few knuckleheads like this safe. People so consumed with stupid pursuits of destructive pleasures that they break the law and inspire new regulation to prevent the impetus the person had for breaking the law.

Let’s get to the nutty graph, where science and statistics are cast aside in favor of the almighty anecdote:

While there are no statistics on how many people run afoul of the law for gambling in the state, anecdotal evidence suggests that people such as Wick and Verbunker are becoming increasingly common, said Rose Gruber, executive director of the Wisconsin Council on Problem Gambling. The number of calls to the council’s gambling helpline has nearly tripled since 1996, with callers reporting escalating amounts of gambling debt.

“Every time we turn around, we hear about someone else,” Gruber said. “I would say that in the last two or three years, we’ve seen an increase.”

Ah, yes, an organization that exists to study and fight the problem tell us that the problem exists and is increasing. “I would say” hardly merits new rules, new funding, and any sympathy for burglars and embezzlers who are really just sick people with an addiction and no adultness to combat it.

Designing inside the box:

Historic renovations to older buildings and a regional boom in infill construction are fueling new design challenges for local architecture firms.

Many of these projects are construction conundrums, such as designing a smaller building to maximize space or following “green” construction standards that call for energy-efficient design codes.

Such challenges require architects to think about the big picture and the little picture when they design, said Michelle Swatek, executive director of the American Institute of Architects in St. Louis.

You have no choice, Howard. Give in, compromise!

The St. Louis Post-Dispatch spends a lot of pages in it’s A1 section today, including two thirds of the front page, thumping on the desk with this shoe: Lives on the line: Organ donors which tells the horror that can befall live donors. Live donors are people who give blood marrow, kidneys, and whatnot without having a motorcycle accident first.

The gripping lead:

Healthy people who donate organs to those desperate for transplants enter a world of unknowns.

Even the medical community does not know how big a risk they face.

Some get hurt. Some die. Some need transplants later.

The Post-Dispatch spent a year examining living donations. The newspaper interviewed about 200 donors, family members, transplant surgeons, hospital officials, government officials and scholars, and studied medical records and transplant research.

The newspaper’s investigation found:

• No one knows how many donors have died or suffered serious injuries or complications, because donors are not systematically tracked.
• The lack of comprehensive data makes it impossible for donors to assess the risks of what is portrayed as an ultimate altruistic deed.
• There is no agreement on who can donate an organ or how to evaluate potential donors. Those approved to donate include children as young as 10, drug addicts, mentally ill people and people who might be selling their organs, which federal law prohibits.
• The government does not regulate organ donations from living donors. Each hospital that performs transplants makes its own rules, which vary widely.

Excellent work, Post-Dispatch. As a result of your fearmongering, perhaps we can look forward to you treating us, in a couple months or a year, to a fearmongering expose on the declining number of live donors.

With a clear conscience, of course. Organizations don’t have consciences, and some don’t even have consistency.

Because I’m just crass enough, I’ll ask this question: Would Helen Harcombe be alive if she lived in a nation with a free market health system?

Michelle Malkin links to the BBC weepy about a woman who died from cancer and left instructions for her husband on how to raise their daughter. However, amid the tissue-sopping prose, we get this glimpse of her health care decisions:

Mrs Harcombe, who was 28, died shortly after Christmas 2004. She was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2002, nine months after finding a lump in her right breast.

Her family said she had been initially told she was a “low-risk patient” because she was just 26.

She had undergone a mastectomy, but by last year the cancer spread to her liver and she was told she had six months to live.

Nine months from lump to biopsy, friends. Because “she had been initially told”–by her government health care provider, no doubt–that she was low risk.

In America, we can still get that second opinion and get that damn thing checked out in a week or two. Before it gets the opportunity to gestate into a death sentence. Whether you’re a “low risk” patient or not.

Well, most of us have that chance for the second opinion. Until the government ensures that all of us get a chance at its provider’s opinion. For The Children. The Children of everyone but the Helen Harcombes.