As we are seeing with vaccines, we haven't yet realized the truth regarding the efficacy of genetically modified organisms.
Two words: TERMINATOR GENE 🧬💉
We cannot be sure as to their safety; they were adopted mainly on the say-so of the companies' publicists, and with the blessings of former President George Herbert Walker Bush [aka ICEPICK ⛏]. Equivalence isn't EQUAL.
My advice, until proven otherwise, is to just say NO!
Michael
Garrett’s death has been classified as “accidental,” due to
cardiovascular disease with a contributing factor of an overdose of
synthetic marijuana.
A gangster rapper convicted of murder and facing a life term without
the possibility of parole has died of a drug overdose at a high-security
federal prison in Brooklyn, the Daily News has learned.
Michael Garrett, 40, the co-leader of a Brooklyn gang called Together
Forever Mafia who also doubled as a hip-hop impresario, died at the
Metropolitan Detention Center on Feb. 28.
A spokeswoman for the city medical examiner said Garrett’s death has
been classified as “accidental,” due to cardiovascular disease with a
contributing factor of an overdose of synthetic marijuana.
“I’m incredulous,” said Garrett’s former lawyer James Lisa after the Daily News informed him Friday of the autopsy results. Former Harlem drug dealer celebrates Columbia graduation
“He was in federal custody. That’s not like Rikers Island or a county facility.”
The U.S. Bureau of Prisons did not respond to questions about Garrett’s
death or whether there is an investigation of how the drugs were
smuggled inside the jail.
Cherie Nolan, a prison consultant, said it is unusual for an inmate in a
federal jail to die of an illegal drug overdose, especially at a
high-security facility like the Brooklyn lockup, where international
terrorists are held, and where drug lord Joaquin (El Chapo) Guzman will
soon reside after he is extradited from Mexico.
Youtube video of Together Forever Mafia or TF Mafia - "Bout My Business/Smell Murda"
“The feds usually do a good job of keeping contraband out,” Nolan said.
“The security in place for people going into and out of facilities, and
the performance of staff, has greatly improved.”
Last spring, before his trial in Brooklyn Federal Court, Garrett had
tested positive for marijuana shortly after receiving a visit from his
girlfriend, according to court papers. She was removed from his
visitor’s list for a period of time. Garrett and co-defendant Paul
Rivera were both convicted of racketeering, murder, sex trafficking of
underage prostitutes and drug trafficking.
Prosecutors said the TF Mafia music operation, based in a tattoo parlor in Brownsville, was a front for illegal activities.
Rivera, the founder of TF Mafia, is scheduled to be sentenced June 28. EXCLUSIVE: Brooklyn drug gang's hip-hop videos OK for trial
Since Garrett hadn’t been sentenced yet, Federal Judge Kiyo Matsumoto
vacated his conviction posthumously and the restitution he had to pay
his victims.
The government, in turn, removed the lien on a $55,000 settlement
Garrett had received from a 2011 lawsuit against the city alleging he
was falsely arrested, and the money will go to the dead man’s estate.
His death is wholly due to the G.H.W. Bush-orchestrated War On Drugs. Oh, that's not correct; wasn't this championed by Nancy Reagan, right? "Just say NO?"
Nancy may have been the frontsman, but trust me, it was Poppy's black ops teams reaping the rewards of this venture.
Always follow the money...99% of crimes can be solved by simply determining WHO BENEFITS.
Who benefits here? The ones who create/grow said drugs. The opium, once grown in Mena, Arkansas (the op responsible for the taking of the lives of children Don Henry and Kevin Ives), had to be moved to Afghanistan when the murders of those boys became too hot. That opium becomes heroin, which is processed and shipped back to the various gangs and others who then add their special formulae of cut and packaging, to be distributed to waiting and hungry clients.
It's good business sense - buy low, sell high, keep a monopoly on the market. If only it didn't waste so many lives. It could be made safe, as there are now plans to have safe houses when users can safely feed the monkey...maybe wean it off and get back to a regular diet.
But safety isn't their goal - junkies are the goal.
Well, that's all well and good, but what does synthetic marijuana have to do with heroin?
Incidentally, not much at all...but do you think anyone in their right mind would even consider smoking some crap made up who bloody knows where, rather than something that grows from the ground and has such amazing medicinal qualities that it was a prime ingredient for pain relief? This is before the NSAIDs became prevalent.
It also is a proven cure for cancer. There are government patents that attest to that.
Let's see...the real deal; or some faux garbage?
This is my similar argument for real food versus FrankenFood.
The bastards want us eating their FrankenCrap, devoid of nutritional value and ultimately dangerous to our digestive systems and who knows what bloody else, while they have their pick of wholesome, tasty, REAL FOOD. I told you the employees at Monsanto don't even ingest their own creations!
Consider the opposite situation, where Henry Ford paid his employees a salary that allowed them to purchase the cars they produced; as I've stated before, the best advertising one could get...and he had already paid for it!
That's what I call money smarts. He didn't have to maneuver or leverage; he just paid his employees a fair wage, and they worked without complaint. The disparities between employee salaries and managerial compensation have grown far too wide.
The fight for the $15 minimum wage has gone off the rails, and I posit that it's because they went with fast food workers.
Why not focus upon home health aides? If anyone deserves fairer compensation, I dare say that someone who cares for others who fit the bill far better than some barely competent button pusher who may be spitting on your food, not for any good reason, but just because.
Just like that asshat who slashed a woman in her wheelchair with a razor.
Just...BECAUSE.
It's possible that this shitlord was ingesting what's becoming known as lean, a concoction made by dropping Skittles into Mountain Dew.
If that sounds, familiar, it's because it's supposed to...but I digress.
What else?
Orlando police ID man who killed 'Voice' singer Christina Grimmie
By Boris Sanchez, Ralph Ellis, Joe Sutton and Azadeh Ansari, CNN
Updated 1:52 AM ET, Sun June 12, 2016
Police identify killer as Kevin James Loibl, 27
Singer Christina Grimmie shot dead as she was signing autographs
Orlando, Florida (CNN)Florida authorities answered one of the major questions in the shooting death of Christina Grimmie, the 22-year-old singer who made her name on NBC's "The Voice."
The man who killed her was Kevin James Loibl, 27, of St. Petersburg, Florida, according to Orlando police.
But they didn't give any background on Loibl or offer a possible motive.
A handwritten note is posted on Kevin James Loibl's family home in St. Petersburg, Florida.
CNN
affiliate WFTS photographed a handwritten note posted on Loibl's family
home. It reads, "Deepest sorrow for lost (sic) to the family, friends
and fans of the very talented, loving Christina Grimmie. No other
comments."
Grimmie was signing
autographs late Friday after a show at The Plaza Live theater when a man
approached and opened fire, police spokeswoman Wanda Miglio said.
She was rushed to a hospital, where she died.
I got the background - he was her ex.
Were her bodyguards getting serviced in the storeroom?!? Bloody hell.
I have an ex...she has nothing whatsoever to fear from me.
It was a win-win for the boys in Black Helicopters...until Gary Webb ruined it all by getting Freeway Ricky Ross to give up the goods.
Two shots to the back of the head.
What else?
This is of a personal nature...which is why it was posted to Facebook as a status:
"I was going to post regarding the shenanigans of calling a version of
HFCS "fructose", and how it affect the brain (negatively!), but my body
has decided it wants to identify as a jar of YooHoo."
Okay...but that still doesn't justify such a uncaring title, does it?
Actually, it's my clumsy segue into that actual item. Dr. Ted Broer mentioned this on his HealthMasters podcast (MP3), and I've been curious as to just how that could occur just as a happenstance of HFCS production.
Ha ha ha ha ha! That was a JOKE!!!
Read this study from UCLA (the first line is GOLD):
Eating more omega-3 fatty acids can offset damage, researchers say
Elaine Schmidt |
[Correction: Paragraph 5 of
this release was changed from an earlier version to reflect that the
study focused on fructose generally, not specifically on high-fructose
corn syrup; that high-fructose corn syrup is not necessarily "six times
sweeter" than cane sugar; and that Americans consume approximately 35
pounds of high-fructose corn syrup per capita annually, not "more than
40 pounds." The researcher's quote in Paragraph 6 has also been changed
slightly to avoid the implication that the study focused solely on
high-fructose corn syrup.]
Attention, college
students cramming between midterms and finals: Binging on soda and
sweets for as little as six weeks may make you stupid.
A
new UCLA rat study is the first to show how a diet steadily high in
fructose slows the brain, hampering memory and learning — and how
omega-3 fatty acids can counteract the disruption. The peer-reviewed
Journal of Physiology publishes the findings in its May 15 edition.
"Our
findings illustrate that what you eat affects how you think," said
Fernando Gomez-Pinilla, a professor of neurosurgery at the David Geffen
School of Medicine at UCLA and a professor of integrative biology and
physiology in the UCLA College of Letters and Science. "Eating a
high-fructose diet over the long term alters your brain's ability to
learn and remember information. But adding omega-3 fatty acids to your
meals can help minimize the damage."
While earlier
research has revealed how fructose harms the body through its role in
diabetes, obesity and fatty liver, this study is the first to uncover
how the sweetener influences the brain.
Sources
of fructose in the Western diet include cane sugar (sucrose) and
high-fructose corn syrup, an inexpensive liquid sweetener. The syrup is
widely added to processed foods, including soft drinks, condiments,
applesauce and baby food. The average American consumes roughly 47
pounds of cane sugar and 35 pounds of high-fructose corn syrup per
year, according to the U.S. Department of Agriculture.
"We're less
concerned about naturally occurring fructose in fruits, which also
contain important antioxidants," explained Gomez-Pinilla, who is also a
member of UCLA's Brain Research Institute and Brain Injury Research
Center. "We're more concerned about the fructose in high-fructose corn
syrup, which is added to manufactured food products as a sweetener and
preservative."
Gomez-Pinilla and study co-author
Rahul Agrawal, a UCLA visiting postdoctoral fellow from India, studied
two groups of rats that each consumed a fructose solution as drinking
water for six weeks. The second group also received omega-3 fatty acids
in the form of flaxseed oil and docosahexaenoic acid (DHA), which
protects against damage to the synapses — the chemical connections
between brain cells that enable memory and learning.
"DHA
is essential for synaptic function — brain cells' ability to transmit
signals to one another," Gomez-Pinilla said. "This is the mechanism that
makes learning and memory possible. Our bodies can't produce enough
DHA, so it must be supplemented through our diet."
The
animals were fed standard rat chow and trained on a maze twice daily
for five days before starting the experimental diet. The UCLA team
tested how well the rats were able to navigate the maze, which contained
numerous holes but only one exit. The scientists placed visual
landmarks in the maze to help the rats learn and remember the way.
Six weeks later, the researchers tested the rats' ability to recall the route and escape the maze. What they saw surprised them.
"The
second group of rats navigated the maze much faster than the rats that
did not receive omega-3 fatty acids," Gomez-Pinilla said. "The
DHA-deprived animals were slower, and their brains showed a decline in
synaptic activity. Their brain cells had trouble signaling each other,
disrupting the rats' ability to think clearly and recall the route
they'd learned six weeks earlier."
The
DHA-deprived rats also developed signs of resistance to insulin, a
hormone that controls blood sugar and regulates synaptic function in the
brain. A closer look at the rats' brain tissue suggested that insulin
had lost much of its power to influence the brain cells.
"Because
insulin can penetrate the blood–brain barrier, the hormone may signal
neurons to trigger reactions that disrupt learning and cause memory
loss," Gomez-Pinilla said.
He suspects that
fructose is the culprit behind the DHA-deficient rats' brain
dysfunction. Eating too much fructose could block insulin's ability to
regulate how cells use and store sugar for the energy required for
processing thoughts and emotions.
"Insulin is
important in the body for controlling blood sugar, but it may play a
different role in the brain, where insulin appears to disturb memory and
learning," he said. "Our study shows that a high-fructose diet harms
the brain as well as the body. This is something new."
Gomez-Pinilla,
a native of Chile and an exercise enthusiast who practices what he
preaches, advises people to keep fructose intake to a minimum and swap
sugary desserts for fresh berries and Greek yogurt, which he keeps
within arm's reach in a small refrigerator in his office. An occasional
bar of dark chocolate that hasn't been processed with a lot of extra
sweetener is fine too, he said.
Still planning to
throw caution to the wind and indulge in a hot-fudge sundae? Then also
eat foods rich in omega-3 fatty acids, like salmon, walnuts and
flaxseeds, or take a daily DHA capsule. Gomez-Pinilla recommends one
gram of DHA per day.
"Our findings suggest that
consuming DHA regularly protects the brain against fructose's harmful
effects," said Gomez-Pinilla. "It's like saving money in the bank. You
want to build a reserve for your brain to tap when it requires extra
fuel to fight off future diseases."
The UCLA
study was funded by the National Institute of Neurological Disorders and
Stroke. Gomez-Pinilla's lab will next examine the role of diet in
recovery from brain trauma.
The UCLA Department of Neurosurgery
is committed to providing the most comprehensive patient care through
innovative clinical programs in minimally invasive brain and spinal
surgery; neuroendoscopy; neuro-oncology for both adult and pediatric
brain tumors; cerebrovascular surgery; stereotactic radiosurgery for
brain and spinal disorders; surgery for movement disorders such as
Parkinson's disease; and epilepsy surgery. For 20 consecutive years, the
department has been ranked among the top 10 neurosurgery programs in
the nation by U.S. News & World Report.
So, please understand that the title is part snark, and part please-don't-take-this-warning-for-granted, so I'm hoping that one or the other, you'll remember what I've alerted you to today.
Order your medicines from HealthMasters.com - Ted and his family do make the absolute best vitamains and minerals available.
And no - this is not a paid commercial...just thanks for what he has given to me.
The Scorpion And The Frog - The Ongoing Saga Of Wall Street
I'm certain that you've all heard this story...but do you really know it?
A
scorpion and a frog meet on the bank of a stream and the scorpion asks
the frog to carry him across on its back because the scorpion cannot
swim. The frog asks, "How do I know you won't sting me?" The scorpion
says, "Because if I do, I will die too."
The frog is satisfied,
and they set out, but in midstream, the scorpion stings the frog. The
frog feels the onset of paralysis and starts to sink, knowing they both
will drown, but has just enough time to gasp "Why?"
They
are caught, and time and time again, they insist that they can police
themselves, and so, laws that would absolutely prohibit the stealing of
our monies are never passed, and time and time again, the bastards STEAL
FROM US YET AGAIN.
How many frogs must die before we clamp down on that scorpion?
Got a chance to do some fun shopping at Fairway this weekend.
After polishing off our repast, I tinkered with a couple of PCs in my
humble abode.
Yes...I did say couple. I have one hunk of junk that
works best with a Linux installation...but I think it finallly bit the
big one. At any rate, I have a very low-tech PC that I use to listen to
tunes.
And, so it was on Sunday morning, that I came to select a two-hour show from INN World Report's Rule Of Law Radio - Free Speech Radio at Its Best:
Enjoy
the show...especially hour #2 - Webster Griffin Tarpley has some very
powerful insights to pass along...but what I wish to bring to your
attention is something the host, Tom Kiley, brought up in both hours of
the show.
He noted that while you and I are mandated to paying 8.75% tax on transactions, Wall Street isn't so mandated.
He stated that in just one year, Wall Street made financial transactions in the amount of 3.7 QUADRILLION DOLLARS.
Let's spell that out, shall we?
That number is, once again, $3,700,000,000,000,000,000.00 - an impressive sum, wouldn't you say?
So...what if we were to tax that at, say...1%?
I
believe the amount accrued would more than pay off the national debt,
plus over-fund every ailing program in America, and possibly cover
foreign expenditures.
So...remind me as to why Wall Street was bailed out again?
Submitted by Jim kainz (not verified) on Tue, 05/17/2011 - 1:23pm.
$600 trillion derivatives market = opportunity to reduce
National Debt
by an additional 1/2 $ trillion yearly
A
small 0.5% transfer fee on the $600 trillion Derivatives market would
pay off the debt without cuts in Social Security, Medicare or Medicaid.
It would raise $500 billion per year.
Reference: How to Pay Off the National Debt by Kainz available at Barnes and Noble or amazon.com
Submitted by Rock Hackshaw on Fri, 05/20/2011 - 10:54am.
When Charles Barron ran for Mayor in 2005, I
advised him to go for a stock transfer tax of one per cent. If memory
serves me right, I believe it was in place prior to the Koch
administration. I saw it as a way of opening up another revenue stream.
There are many ways to handle the national
debt. So why are we having such a problem doing it? Because every single
way involves taking money from the rich!!!! Oh My Dear God! Did I just
say anyone would take some money from the rich???
And.. there's the other alternative to cut Medicare along with any othe rprogram which currently even slightly helps the poor.
Obviously
the government realizes that none of the poor have the right of a voice
so that's exactly what they'll do! Cut any money going to them to shut
them up completely.
This is not America... is Slavery back on!
Submitted by Vincenzo (not verified) on Mon, 05/23/2011 - 8:37am.
Rock Hackshaw: "When Charles Barron ran for Mayor in 2005, I advised him to go for a stock transfer tax of one per cent."
How in the name of sanity did he not take that ball and roll to victory with it?!?
National "Debt" - ERASED.
Responsibity restored to Wall Street - DONE.
America
restored to its former greatness - it never really left...just hidden
under a bushel by the greedy bastards who want us all relegated to
hand-to-mouth.
RESTORE THE GLASS-STEAGALL ACT!
Submitted by adam7962 on Sun, 10/23/2011 - 3:10am.
It is a very good and informative article about
energy indeed. It is great to have such a nice articles about
environmental friendly energy production. I hope to see more articles in
future……
Indigo - Upper West Side
Last Thursday, I was saddened to discover that Abe George was no
longer running for the office of Brooklyn District Attorney. I heard
the news just as it was being announced over the airwaves that evening.
That sadness, however, was mitigated by the idea that now we are going
to bear witness to quite the event: Hynes vs. Thompson, with Abe
George in Thompson's corner.
Oh, bubbie...do you really want all
of the headache that's sure to come with this? Brooklyn D.A. was such a
waste of everyone's time - I wrote that I was going to review the last
three episodes, but you know what? I decided not to waste my beautiful mind on that hot garbage. Jabbar Collins' lawsuit should have you making Yoo-Hoo in your Depends right now, if you aren't doing so naturally.
The writer, Shmarya Rosenberg of FailedMessiah.com, begins the piece thus:
"[Michael].
Vecchione is a proud and confident fellow. As recently as 2006, he
declared in a court affidavit that “I and I alone determined the course
of our investigation.” He insisted, “I still have a clear recollection
of it.” Under questioning by Mr. Collins’s lawyer last month, Mr.
Vecchione suffered rapid memory loss. Asked why his signature appeared
to be forged on key documents, and asked about all manner of
irregularities, Mr. Vecchione took rhetorical refuge in a forest of
iterations of “I don’t recall.” He says these words over 300 times.…"
And need I mention the Sam Kellner lawsuit? I'd put my favorite Ben Stern quote here, but that would just be mean.
In other news...Mike's soda ban went into the gutter, as you all well know - Bloomberg's ban on big sodas is unconstitutional: appeals court I'm not gloating.
Really.
I
will, however, take issue with this quote: "Bloomberg also said that
more than 2,000 New Yorkers had died from diabetes since March 12, when
the law was struck down just one day before it was to take effect."
Oh, sure...and if we had just obeyed your utterly bankrupt edict, we could have saved those 2,000 wayward souls, right?
Your soda size ban would have rid them of their disease!
"You are all HEALED,
by the power of my soda size ban! Aren't you all glad I had a hundred
million bucks to blow on a re-election that I shouldn't have had in the
first place? I barely beat a sleepwalking Bill Thompson by four
percentage points! Imagine if I had some competition - I might have had
to send even more of those mailings to your domiciles!"
The homeless could have erected shelters out of that wasted card paper. I
wrote a piece regarding the fluorescent lamps that were to be mandated
by law to replace our incadescent bulbs that described the hazards
that these bulbs posed to you and I.
One of the 'incentives" to using said bulbs was that we were supposed to enjoy a hugely extended lifetime.
I'm here to tell you that this claim is UTTER BUPKIS.
I found the following information on a complaint forum:
Date of Manufacture: January, 2002 through April, 2003. The date code
is BHWWYY or BHWWY where WW signifies the number of the week that the
product was produced and YY or Y signifies the year in which the product
was manufactured. Therefore, date code BH0702 signifies that the lamp
was manufactured in the 7th week of 2002, or BH342 signifies that the
lamp was manufactured in the 34th week of 2002.
Hazard: The
lamps were manufactured with parts that UL did not investigate. These
parts can fail and melt a hole in the enclosure, posing a fire hazard
and exposing the user to hazardous voltage. These lamps are not
authorized to bear the UL Mark.
Identification: On the
product: The units are marked “Globe Mini-Spiral, 13 W, 120V, 60Hz,
225mA". The products also bear an unauthorized UL Mark with the UL file
number “E197131"
In the past, when I was living in
my bachelor pad, I had one of these bad boys FLAME OUT and drop onto my
carpet not four feet from my head.
The model in question was installed and lasted for less than one bloody month.
Explain that, please.
Think
about this, also...these bulbs aren't just supposed to be thrown into
the trash, like our light bulbs of old. They contain mercury, and
present further dangers to you and I.
I'm going to ask someone in the know as to just how exactly this bulb should be discarded.
I'll post that information once it's been received.
You
know...it's absolutely a possibility that we would, in November, have
welcomed Anthony Weiner in as Mayor of New York City, if he hadn't...you
know...shown everyone his.
Understand this, Anthony - you can
stick it out (my God - I just made a funny without even trying at ALL!)
if you wish, and you may well actually win; but the first casualties
will be the joke writers for EVERY LATE NIGHT SHOW IN EXISTENCE.
New York will be the butt (come on!) of jokes all over the world for FOUR SOLID YEARS.
Maybe you should stay home and enjoy your family. Why don't you give Huma a big hug for being a trooper?
Tell her the big guy says she deserves it.
I hope that what I am about to reveal to you is not standard policy at Metro.
Metro
is one of the free daily newspapers offered to New Yorkers. The
publication is also offered in Boston and Philadelphia. I prefer their
publication because they actually made the effort to place staples in
the spine to bind the pages. As a free daily, you'll find copies of it
adorning subway platforms and seats...but at least, they're in one
piece.
So...let's get to the meat of my latest piece. My last two
postings have concerned the nature of high fructose corn syrup, or HFCS,
in our soft drinks. I have done my own independent research into the
properties of HFCS, and found them not to my liking.
I was very
happy to see my position vindicated by today's Metro; first, in the
polling: "Yesterday, we asked: is high fructose corn syrup an ingredient
you avoid when buying food and drinks?"; 65% indicated that they do
indeed avoid HFCS; 35% indicated they did not. The second instance was
found in today's letters to Metro:
"RE:
Corn Syrup: A Syrup By Any Other Name?: Corn Syrup is sugar the same
way that anthrax is organic. Aside from the obesity issue, there are a
host of impurities in the corn syrup refining process that are not
present in cane sugar. Similar to GMO producers who don't want their
products labeled, the Corn Refiners Association is deliberately
attempting to mislead a poorly informed public." - Kevin Kolack, Ph.D, Woodside
"High
fructose corn syrup (HFCS) is not the same as sugar (sucrose). Most
HFCS is 55 percent fructose and about 43 percent glucose, meaning it has
about 25 percent excess fructose over glucose. Fructose increases serum
triglycerides, increasing risk of heart disease and contributing to
obesity. It is also the most chemically reactive of common sugars and
forms formaldehyde, a carcinogen and promoter of asthma, among other
adverse health effects. Changing the name is like putting a sugar
coating on a toxic slurry." - Prof. Glen Lawrence, Yorkville
Thank you, gentlemen. It's nice to have independent verification of one's studies.
However, I wish to present to you something you have not seen on Metro's online article: my initial comment.
If you go to the page, you will not see any instance of my having posted said comment.
Metro...please say it isn't so.
Update
@5:59 PM [Don't have the image properly uploaded as of yet...here's
your chance to beat me to the punch, Metro - restore my faith in your
publication.]
Update @9:50 PM [Never mind - please find the file attached below.]
Update
@10:28 PM [Whoa! Something strange has occurred. Go to the Metro URL
for yesterday's story -
http://www.metro.us/newyork/national/article/635291--corn-sugar-a-syrup-by-any-other-name#commentbox
- something seems to have posted.]
Submitted by Varina (not verified) on Thu, 09/16/2010 - 9:57pm.
Metro copied your stuff.
Imitation. The best compliment a writer can get
Here, I will discuss this very topic, in light of the very thing the article mentions having had happened, only with a different name, and a different formulation. HFCS By Any Other Name Is Still The Same
Now there is a version of HFCS that contains 90% fructose, and so, it is going by the name fructose. There has to be something that can be done in that regard; this is utterly false advertising.
At 2:00 PM today at 320 Jay Street, Justice Danny Chun was to decide if falsely accused college student John Giuca was to be afforded a new trial, in the face of the many missteps of justice during his first trial.
As of this writing, John is headed back to jail, away from his family and friends and all others who know and love him.
My earlier piece on John, Justice For John Giuca, is the most read piece in my new blog run. I actually had readership in the thousands at one point, when the waterheads who bored hungry readers with their boring-ass diatribes and bean counter stories teamed together in their community bath house / bowl of egg drop soup and decided that I would be exiled from their island. Features of the site began to disappear, things like the Most Read Articles widget; then Recent Additions; it became apparent that, regardless of the fact that I had breathed new air into the deflated dirigible known as Room Eight, I was to be ejected from the cab.
I have made the error of not always knowing who the true players are. This happened in regards to my employment at a well-known medical facility. One of those present at my hiring never wanted me there, and was eventually able to engineer things so that I would have no choice but to refuse to be bullied into coddling the STUPID.
After a series of moves, I was again working the telephone help desk during the day shift. I can do Help Desk in my sleep, and once took 240 calls in one day. I have that documented. The contention came when I was told that, in addition to taking down the issue at hand, that I was also to write the requestor's name into the body of the ticket, because the lazy-ass supervisor, who could dress like Steve Harvey, but couldn't smell his shit, was too bloody retarded to click the mouse one extra time to take a look at to whom said ticket had been assigned.
I was tasked to add a description so that the issues could be properly resolved...but to have to add the name that's already present?!?
Kiss my ass in Macy's window.
I won't bore you with any more of those details, but suffice it to say that I wish this putz eternal ball cancer - I actually want his sack to hurt, even when it's GONE. After all, he was partly responsible, along with the rest of the Douche Crew, for the death of the shop steward. I'll save that story for another time; right now, John Giuca has the floor.
I was not present at the original trial. At the time, I had not ever heard of the Grid Kid Slaying; never heard of any Ghetto Mafia, and was not aware of John Giuca. At the time, people were probably still pretending to be unable to put on gloves and mimicking, "If it don't fit, just cut the bitch!" or some other bunch of stupid crap. I was mostly unaware of the name of the D.A. of Brooklyn, but that I had seen headshots accompanying articles on the Howard Beach debacle and other such high-profile cases.
Let's go forward to my Room Eight piece, A Mother's Day Story (this is re-posted after the piece). This detailed the meeting of Doreen Giuliano with journalist and naked hiker Christopher Ketcham, rainmaker John Kennedy O'Hara, and yours truly. Little did we know at the time what a long, strange trip this was going to be...
I've attended a number of the trials by now. However, April 20th, 2016, was supposed to be a different kind of day. John was supposed to be present, but some butterhead screwed things up, and he couldn't be present at the courtroom (even though the time had been pushed back and the trial set up for a bigger courtroom, as John has a huge amount of support from family and friends who know, as I do, that John is serving another man's sentence).
In my opinion, John would be released today, after the judge realized that multiple miscarriages of justice had occurred. Instead, he had actually planned to postpone this hearing, but upon hearing our collective groans, decided that the motion would be tried with John in absentia.
The prosecution had actually arranged to speak after Mark Bederow, John's new attorney, but Mark wisely requested that he speak after the prosecution attempted to justify their case.
We all listened as the nonsense began...and went on...and on...and on, until the lackey purportedly representing the People of Brooklyn finished with faux indignation that anyone would second-guess a verdict obtained by his office.
Then, Mark Bederow approached the microphone.
Mark proceeded, in short order, to put the lie to every bit of verbiage and oral garbage that had exited the prosecutor's stuttering mouth.He also did what I believed was the crowning achievement of his oration - he worked the facts of the case, and found precedent that clearly determined that John Giuca deserved a new trial, as the former trial had been tainted by prosecutorial misconduct.
Simply put, Assistant D.A. Anna Sigga Nicolazzi had, inadvertently or not (I'll leave my opinion out of it at this time) had performed a service for junkie stoolie John Avitto by keeping him out of jail, when he was certain to have to serve a seven year prison sentence. Avitto, as you'll remember from the former piece, and from other articles, is the fellow who purported to have HEARD JOHN'S MUTE FATHER SPEAK.
I can't stress that enough.
Maybe he had nodded out to The Sixth Sense and was reliving it in a fever dream when he testified that the conversation had, in fact, occurred.
Here's where we are going to take a little trip of our own...to the pantry of the Ambassador Hotel in LA.
Jamie Scott Enyart was 15 at the time, and had obtained a press pass. He was able to obtain entrance into the campaign location, and was following the Democratic candidate Robert Francis Kennedy, brother of former president and victim of scumbaggery, John Fitzgerald Kennedy, through the venue. Following along right behind, and to the right of RFK, was rent-a-scumbag Thane Eugene Caesar. At some point, RFK came upon the crowd of well wishers, and a Palestinian, Sirhan Bishara Sirhan.
Hey, SBS...your parents sure were out there with the names, huh? But, I digress.
SBS pulls out an eight shot revolver, and begins to level it at RFK, when Rafer Johnson and Rosey Greer grabbed at the thin would-be assassin, and wrestled him to a table; amazingly, the atheletes mentioned as to the difficulty they had holding him down.
Shots, however, had rung out, and RFK was prone, a clip-on tie firmly grasped in his hands.
That tie belonged to Thane Eugene Caesar.
While this was happening, Jamie Scott Enyart was clicking away with his camera.
I mentioned ass to how two atheletes were restraining SBS...but what were the LAPD doing?
They were confiscating Enyart's camera.
There's a totally unbelievable story that continues from here, but I'm writing this to simply tell you that I can say with absolute certainty that Thane Eugene Caesar is responsible for the murder of Robert Francis Kennedy, and that Sirhan Bishara Sirhan was a mind-controlled decoy who was provided such a stupid motive, that it defies logic that no one else has put this together.
You see, I'm not lying, and if that stupid ass would be tempted into suing me, first of all, I don't have a pot to piss in.
Well, yes, I have a nicely beaten pan in which I make my nestled eggs, and other things...but not much else.
Also, if he were to do so, he would have to explain why his gun was drawn at the moment of RFK's death, and...why he no longer possesses said firearm, or as to whom it was given.
I don't think he wants to go there. Just stay wherever you are, scumbag. I've got your number.
I wrote all of that to tell you if I could piece together the truth of RFK's assassination, there's no way some little shit is going to be able to pull the wool over my eyes.
Learn to sleep with your back to the wall, because soon it's going to be a way of life.
Let's talk quickly about that idiot in the Bronx who thought it was a good idea to try to rape two women, and instead got his stupid head creased with a tire iron.
Reports indicate that he had been in and out of jail 19 times.
This, I assume, was during the time John has been in jail for someone else's murder.
How is that possible?
PLEA BARGAINS.
This fuckwit was plea bargained nineteen times.
First time, okay. Everyone makes a mistake. Of course, that didn't apply to John, right?
Second time...well, the courts are overcrowded...we have to think about the process...or some other such dopey platitudes.
Third time...now you're just being capricious with the lives of us out here, trying to make it through our days.
Realize, of course, for this bloody bastard to be out on the streets, menacing women in their own apartments, means that he must have been plea bargained NINETEEN TIMES. Either that, or he had the Keystone Kops as prosecutors. He should have been another notch in the belt of the Booty Bandit; instead, he was trying to make his own version of Three's Company, with him as Larry; luckily, Jack Tripper came home and knocked another one out of the park with his tire iron.
I am truly disappointed with Justice Danny Chun's decision today...but not as much as his family, which continues to be fractured by our imperfect system of justice.
Innocent people should not be in jail.
The guilty should not get coddled; let them serve their time, so that we can live our lives.
John Giuca wastes the opportunities of what could have been his life as a prosecutor instead avoiding shivs and prison dope fiends.
Yes, if you didn't know, John was attending law school.
It was a cold winter night in January 2008 when my cell phone
rang. "Meet me at Floyd’s around midnight", said political dissident
John O'Hara, "something is up." Floyd’s is one of those late night bars
on Atlantic Avenue where we, the conspirators, would meet. We would
launch a campaign that night to free a young man framed by the Brooklyn
D.A., and serving a life sentence for a murder he did not commit. At
the stroke of midnight, O'Hara walks in with Doreen Giuliano, who after
that night would become an international symbol for mothers of the
wrongfully convicted. Doreen's son, John Giuca, had been the subject of
a high profile criminal case that the D.A.'s re-election was riding on a
few years earlier. Also at the meeting was magazine scribe Christopher
Ketcham, who would break the story one year later in Vanity Fair, under
the title "Mother Justice." It would be republished in magazines as far
away as Japan, and become TV segments on Nightline and Good Morning
America. Sunday May 9th, 2010, on Mother’s Day, "On the Case with Paula Zahn" will have aired a one hour documentary about Giuca's trial. Here's how it all started. A
newspaper reporter called O'Hara and told him a woman named Doreen
Giuliano was looking for his phone number. Doreen had read about
O'Hara for years and was well aware of his opposition to the Brooklyn
D.A. who had framed her son. "Politics" she would say, "everybody keeps
telling me that my son's conviction was about politics". Doreen
didn't understand what her 22 year old son had to do with the D.A.'s
re-election, but O'Hara did. O'Hara had read Giuca's trial transcript
prior to that nights meeting, and he saw all the red flags of a
frame-up. The case had no physical or forensic evidence, no
eyewitnesses, just suspicious and contradictory testimony. But it was
Giuca's mother Doreen, whose actions we all knew would rock the
courthouse. On that cold winter night over two years ago we honestly
didn't realize what a bombshell Christopher Ketcham's article in Vanity
Fair would turn out to be. Doreen's son, John Giuca, was
convicted in the 2005 high profile murder trial of college football star
Mark Fisher. It was an election year, and the Fisher case became an
albatross around Hynes’ neck as he faced a tough primary. At Hynes’
bequest, the tabloids demonized Doreen's son as a ruthless "gang leader"
who the D.A. called the leader of the "ghetto mafia". The problem with
that story was that young Giuca's criminal record consisted of a
summons for jumping a turnstile - not exactly "gangster" material. Nevertheless,
what Doreen did to free her son was what she wanted to tell O'Hara
about that night. The case against John Giuca was more than weak. It
stunk. Three different prosecution witnesses gave three different
stories about what happened the night of the Fisher murder. One was the
notorious jail house do-gooder who read about Giuca in the newspapers.
This career pedophile calls the D.A.'s office three weeks before the
trial to say he overheard Giuca say some bad stuff; it turned out that
such a conversation was impossible. Ultimately, what caught Doreen’s
attention when the jury filed into the courtroom to deliver the guilty
verdict was that all of the jurors were sheepishly hanging their heads.
All except one, Juror #8, a young Italian guy from Bensonhurst with a
shaved head was smiling like he just accomplished something. Seemed
odd, said Doreen. Than in the hallway she heard Juror #8 say the words
that would lead to her son's exoneration, "I could sure go for a blunt." Doreen
would learn that Juror #8 turned out to be Jason Allo. She kept him
under surveillance for close to a year, learning his daily routine and
observing where he hung out. She transformed her appearance going to a
gym and tanning salon so he wouldn't recognize her from the trial. Then
she rented an apartment a block from his house and wired it for sound. “Wow”, I thought. But it gets even better. Doreen
circled the block of the sting apartment on her bicycle for weeks in
tight shorts and a push-up bra waiting to get Juror # 8's attention,
finally hitting the jackpot. Juror #8 was hanging out with his friends
on their Bensonhurst corner when one of the guys whistled at the petite
blond. Doreen slammed the brakes and started talking to the guys; from
that point on Juror #8 would be known as Jason Allo, and Doreen
Giuliano would be known as Dee Quinn. Over the next six months
Dee would lead a double life. She would convince Allo she was a thirty
something California girl new to Brooklyn, interning at the Innocence
Project. Allo took the bait, and Doreen's hope of getting Allo to admit
on tape that he was smoking pot while serving as a juror on her son's
case were becoming a reality. Or so she thought. What
Allo would admit on tape, over the following six months, turned out to
be juror misconduct that was a little more serious than smoking herb.
Allo would admit that he lied to get on that jury. He had a score to
settle with Giuca. It seems people Giuca knew had roughed up Allo's
brother a few years earlier. But there was more. Juror #8 thought
Giuca (pronounced Jew-ka) was a Jew." He lives in those big Jew houses"
referring to the nine bedroom Ditmas Park Brooklyn home Giuca was raised
in. THE PICTURE Doreen had hit the jackpot in getting
what she needed to overturn her son's conviction, according to attorney
John O'Hara. But there was more. O'Hara knew that Doreen needed more
than evidence to get Hynes high profile conviction reversed in the
Brooklyn courthouse. This time, she was going to need the press. When Christopher Ketcham got the assignment from Vanity Fair to write "Mother Justice,"
O'Hara realized Doreen was going to need a picture of her and Allo and
together. This posed a problem as months earlier Doreen had shut down
the "sting" apartment in Bensonhurst. Would Allo be angry that "Dee"
had suddenly disappeared out of his life? There was no getting around
it; she had to face the person who schemed to put her son away for life
once more. Together, we hatched a plan. It was a mild spring
night in May of 2008 when Doreen convinced Allo to meet her at a bar in
Downtown Brooklyn. Doreen convinced Allo she had been back in
California for a while, and now she had a new apartment in Brooklyn
Heights. Allo agreed to meet her at a bar in downtown Brooklyn, but he
wouldn't say which one until they got together. His emails to her
indicated he was suspicious, "are you friend or foe?" The
rendezvous was set for a Friday night which meant the bar would be
crowded. This made Doreen comfortable. You see, a book had come out
about the Mark Fisher case titled "Hooked up for Murder" which had a
picture of Doreen in the middle. Did Allo, or one of his friends see
it? The plan was that Doreen would sit at the bar with Allo and O'Hara
would take the picture. Allo still had no idea that Christopher Ketcham
was assigned to do a piece for Vanity Fair, and the picture was
essential. It had to be taken in public where Allo would have no
expectation of privacy. The bar was located on Smith Street and Baltic,
a yuppie bar crowded with 20-somethings. Since I am 6 feet and 4
inches weighing in at the higher end of the scale, it was my job to be
in the perimeter, in case things got out of hand. O'Hara's
job was to take the picture. The place was typically crowded and when
O'Hara got there it took him about fifteen minutes to get a seat next to
Dee and Allo at the bar. As planned, Dee had a camera sitting on the
bar, and when she gave the signal to O'Hara, he wound up getting a lot
more than pictures. "Hey, aren't you the guy that’s always in the
newspapers" was her opening line to O'Hara, "you’re the guy who’s into
high profile cases". Before O'Hara could answer, Allo chimed in: "I was a
juror on a high profile case". For the next twenty minutes, Allo would
spill his guts about all the rules he broke to put away the young man,
whose mother was sitting right next to him. "I remember that case"
O'Hara said, "it was in the newspapers a lot". Allo would go on to brag
to O'Hara about how he read two newspapers a day during the trial in
defiance of the judges’ instructions. "The Post covered it better than
the Daily News" Allo said, even adding, "the jury should have been
sequestered." O'Hara clicked away snapping photographs of Doreen and
Allo. Those photos did not just make it into Vanity Fair; they made
their way into hundreds of newspapers and magazines as far away as
Japan. Listening to Allo brag about how he wasn't going to "let
the technicalities get in the way" of a guilty verdict made O'Hara
cringe. "Yep, 25 to life, I got no regrets," Allo said. "Isn't he
something" Doreen would say to O'Hara as he gave Doreen back the
camera. "He sure is" were O'Hara's parting words. Sunday May 9th, 2010 was Mother's Day. "On the Case with Paula Zahn" has aired a one hour documentary that night into the Fisher case. Meanwhile, young John Giuca still sits in prison for a murder he did not do. Please visit http://www.freejohngiuca.com for more information.
Nowhere
in the article does Siegel mention the procedural error that Mark
Bederow cites that should have had John home to his family.
Honestly, if it weren't for Thompson's very telling quote at the end, I'd wipe with this article.
Thompson's quote is VERY TELLING...as in Enquirer-levels of telling.
You do the math. I got the third highest score on my regents exam in
sophomore year, and my teacher was a ballbuster of immense proportions
(I still have the marks on my sack), but he did one good thing - he sat
me behind one of the most beautiful asses I ever come across in my
life...and I've seen some fantastic ASS).
Is it at all possible that the Brooklyn D.A.'s office cannot realize how obvious it is that John Giuca is simply being held in jail because SOMEONE HAS TO BE JAILED FOR MARK FISHER'S MURDER, EVEN IF IT'S NOT THE RIGHT PERSON?!?
I know who you are, asshole. You're going to pay dearly for what you've done.
Threw in a feed to Activist Post, so that when you come by, and I've been too much of a Busy Bobby with other things (and there are other things, believe it or not!), there will be something new for you to see.
I used to hate that! I would go to a blog, just to see if there was anything new...and there was BUPKIS.
Well, no more of that here.
I will attempt to perform some daily postings, while I am a happy captive where I am. Where am I, that I'm so carefree about?
Never you mind...but I will recommend it highly, much to the surprise of the staff here.
I'm a pretty low-maintenance kinda guy. You can ask my girlfriends. Doesn't take too much to perk me up.
Also...I've discovered just what's wrong with rehab facilities...NOTHING.
All of the places doing their jobs are working above and beyond the call of duty.
The problem here is that people think that they deserve the royal bloody treatment wherever they go! I have personally experienced this phenomenon at my current location. "Oh, he's not comfy, lift up the bed...no, no, not that much; yes, now drop it just..no!! You did it wrong..."
What the hell. Excuse me...here's the bloody controls...knock yourself out, okay?
When I'm faced with this sort of asshattery, I can't help but think of those locations where zombified patients and residents shuffle amidst themselves, mumbling past glories as they avoid the wayward pee bombs from misapplied adult diapers and other such pitfalls. These people are so doped up, it's almost a sin for the staff to collect a check for essentially showing up for work, shooting hillbilly heroin down their throat with a slingshot, then spending the rest of the shift talking about the Stanford University Dumpster Douchebag, fated to serve only three months of a fourteen-year imposed sentence.
Then the food [sigh]. This is not the Four Bloody Seasons...if you don't like the food, bring your own.
I was, however, disappointed that they didn't offer stevia as a sugar substitute...but after all of my recommending, I discovered that stevia works as a sterilant, much as the legend regarding Tropical Fantasy sodas (though I think that HFCS definitely screws something in the human body), so I probably wouldn't bother with it, either. Dr. Ted Broer's show mentions HFCS, sugar and other subjects, as well.
A quick aside...why has sugar become more toxic? After all of the things we have improved, how is it that sugar is now even worse for you?!? My hope is to figure out the mechanism that causes sugar to bind improperly, and repair it. I would be the hero to diabetics worldwide.
I mentioned my dietary issues, and I was accommodated. Not as easy as you would think...but I understand that this is about my rehabilitation, not how much filet mignon I can scarf down while I stare at the blank screen upon the television. These people do a fantastic job, considering the enormity of the task of caring for the injured and/or invalid.
Since I'm actually in fair shape, despite my reasons for being here, I try to have fun with my fellow travelers. It's cool, watching people who would otherwise be drooling in front of some HD monstrosity, or bricking in the Depends they just had shimmied on 5 minutes ago, actually interact with each other!
Someone had the genius idea to merge a day care center with a nursing home.
Wow! That's a fantastic idea! The disparate populations can help each other simply by their presence in the others' lives.
Added something to the bottom...oh, right - you can sign up to get notifications of new postings! It'll probably be pretty vanilla, until I take a look and then I'll get you all bug nuts with Alan Moore-style introspection for a posting that's barely a web page long. Once I get going, I'm one li'l Chatty Cathy (or Carl, right?).
There's plenty other little things I can do here...maybe you can offer suggestions as to what you'd like to see, or what you think should be here. It's my place, but I don't mind visitors...but if you drink the Beck's, bring back a couple, okay?
So Satan is thinking of buying out Moloch...I can't possibly say as to which I'm rooting for; which is to say, if I had my way, a volcano would spontaneously open under the headquarters of both corporations and swallow them whole, along with their CEOs, CFOs, and every lawyer and/or publicist who ever pooh-poohed the dangers of their thrice-damned FrankenFoods.
The report, written by the Argentine group Physicians in the Crop-Sprayed Towns (PCST), suspects that pyriproxyfen—a larvicide added to drinking water to stop the development of mosquito larvae in drinking water tanks—has caused the birth defects.
The authors said that the pesticide, known by its commercial name SumiLarv, is manufactured by Sumitomo Chemical, a Japanese subsidiary of Monsanto.
According to PCST, in 2014, the Brazilian Ministry of Health introduced pyriproxyfen to drinking-water reservoirs in the state of Pernambuco, where the proliferation of the Zika-carrying Aedes aegypti mosquito is very high.
“Malformations detected in thousands of children from pregnant women living in areas where the Brazilian state added pyriproxyfen to drinking water is not a coincidence, even though the Ministry of Health places a direct blame on Zika virus for this damage, while trying to ignore its responsibility and ruling out the hypothesis of direct and cumulative chemical damage caused by years of endocrine and immunological disruption of the a acted population,” PCST said.
Public health officials in Brazil inspect points of standing water, a breeding ground for the Zika-carrying Aedes mosquito. The virus has been linked to microcephaly, but the theory has not been scientifically confirmed. Photo credit: Flickr/TwitterAs it happens, the northeast state has registered the largest number of cases of microcephaly. Pernambuco, the first state to detect the problem, has roughly 35 percent of the total microcephaly cases across Brazil.
“Previous Zika epidemics did not cause birth defects in newborns, despite infecting 75 percent of the population in those countries,” the paper said. “Also, in other countries such as Colombia there are no records of microcephaly; however, there are plenty of Zika cases.”
Being a regular reader of Jon Rappoport and Jim Stone, this doesn't come as any surprise to me; it's evident that a 47-year old virus doesn't all of a sudden mutate to cause a condition that amazingly fits the evil plans of those intent on "culling the herd" and making body slaves of the rest of us.
How fortuitous.
I'll return tomorrow.
Byt the way, if you're in the downtown Brooklyn/DUMBO/Cobble Hill area, please come down to show support for John Giuca at 320 Jay Street @ 2:00 PM, 2nd floor.
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