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Trop Magazine, “Oakland Days”

16 May

Oakland Days

by in Memoir | May 16, 2013

http://tropmag.com/2013/oakland-days

My father told me about his younger days when he worked at a day care center and was broke. He had to sustain himself on graham crackers and peanut butter and milk, the snacks they set aside for the preschoolers.

He told me this as if he was a victim.

He lived in a trailer next to his brother’s house in LA. His brother’s wife didn’t like him. My dad had to piss and shit in the bushes because she wouldn’t let him use the bathroom in the house.

Hearing this reminded me of my Oakland days.

I hadn’t spoken with my father in a few years. When I was nineteen I had my dad thrown in jail for an altercation he had with my sister. I hated the police and still do but they were the only ones who could get him to stop. My mom, little sister, and little brother moved to New York and I moved to Oakland to play drums in a punk band.

I had $500 that my grandmother gave me for giving my car to my cousin before I moved. I thought that was a huge amount of money. I took a Greyhound bus down from Seattle. Arriving in Oakland I slept on a friend’s couch and watched them snort cocaine and speed while listening to punk records. Cocaine was not something I did at nineteen. My money dwindled down to $300 and I found a room in a warehouse off San Leandro for $300. I paid the money and was dead broke.

My father was incommunicado, off in Brazil trying to save the rainforest and my mother was on the east coast struggling her way through a master’s degree while supporting my brother and sister. I wasn’t going to worry my grandmother. She was the only person I could have asked for money. I grinned and bared it.

My room was bare. I had a mattress and a concrete floor, my clothes folded on a white bed sheet, also on the floor. I had a beat-up Turkish rug that looked like it’d survived a fire. I had a little TV with rabbit ear antennae that managed to pick up one station, Telemundo, so I’d watch Sylvester Stallone and Bruce Willis overdubbed in Spanish.

I sustained myself on one carne asada taco a day. It cost one dollar from a truck parked a couple blocks away. I would pay with a handful of change. Those tacos kept me alive. God that daily taco was good. I chewed it gingerly, slowly, in order to appreciate every morsel.

Back in my clammy room, I could smell the Mexican family’s cooking next door and my stomach would twist and turn. I rifled through my roommates cupboards and found some stale tortillas and the remnants of a jar of peanut butter. I smeared the peanut butter on the stale tortillas and staved off the hunger for a while.

Oakland days.

A car slowed down on International Blvd. trying to pick me up thinking I was a young male hustler. A few weeks later I got chased by kids with baseball bats down by the train tracks in Fruitvale. A few months later off Adeline St. in North Oakland I saw a drive-by shooting, BAM BAM BAM RAT A TAT TAT TAT. I heard the ricocheting of bullets, just like the sounds in an old Western. I hit the pavement.

On my way back from a job interview I jumped the turnstiles on the BART train to avoid paying. A big black security guard chased me. I kicked the emergency exit doors open and the alarm sounded like a lost night phantom as I ran and ran.

I got a job as a customer service agent answering telephones. That last week without pay my stomach turned concave. I would steal apples from co-workers’ brown paper lunch bags in the break room refrigerator. On the way home little black kids would lift up their shirts to show me the handguns stuffed into their waistbands.

“Motherfucker. Cracker. White Bread.”

They pointed their fingers at me like pistols and blew off the imaginary smoke. I stared them in the eyes.

I heard stories. One story was about a white woman jogging with her yellow labrador retriever in West Oakland. When her dog took a shit, she put her hand inside of a plastic bag and bent down to pick it up. An older black man began to shout at her scornfully.

“Girl, what you doin’? This ain’t no Berkeley! This Oakland! You leave that shit right there! Ain’t no Berkeley,” he muttered again to himself.

I heard stories about a part of Oakland called dogtown, where giant wild mutts ran free and would snap at your legs if you rode your bike too close.

I heard a story about a crackhead who stole a couple’s TV set. He climbed in through their living room window and unplugged the TV while they were watching him incredulously, seated on their couch. He lifted the blinds and climbed right back out the window, TV in hand. The couple was in shock, they were just paralyzed. They couldn’t stop the fearless crackhead from making his broad-daylight theft. I wasn’t shocked by too much anymore.

I heard another story of a large punk rocker, a big bald white man from Louisiana riding his bicycle. A black kid tried to force him off of his bike, trying to steal it. He grabbed the kid in a headlock and pedaled at top speed. He said to the youngster,

“One of us is going to the hospital kid, and I’ll tell you one thing, it ain’t gonna be me.”

On the way to the liquor store, I saw a few kids rip off an ice cream man. They threw down a handful of change and ran off laughing, strawberry and chocolate and vanilla cones in hand.

At the liquor store, a man was trying to bargain for credit.

“Come on man, I pay you next time. You know I’m good for it.”

The turban-wearing Indian liquor store clerk yelled back.

“No, you say this last time, no good, you no come in store anymore.”

The black customer continued,

“Man, I know you ain’t no Al Qaeda. We cool. I pay you next time.”

He walked out without paying, bottle in hand.

On the street the man had uncapped his bottle and was talking to his friend.

“Man, you know how it is. First in America you had the Indians. They done got killed off. Then you had the Irish and the Italians. Nobody liked them back in the day. Then you had the slaves. Then you had the Chinese building the railroads. Black people done got profiled ‘til now. Now it’s the A-rabs. It’s they turn. Now it’s THEY turn. I’m happy the poh-lice aren’t racially profiling my ass. Profile THEY ass. The A-rabs.”

I wondered to myself what would have happened if abolitionists had taken up his personal philosophy of, “Now it’s their turn.”

Sometimes when I did my laundry I would go to a black Muslim bakery on San Pablo to get a fish sandwich. The five-dollar sandwich was one of the few luxuries I offered myself besides carne asada burritos or six packs of beer after payday. On the wall were slave shackles from the 1800s with a sign that read, “Never forget.”

“How can I help you sir,” the man working there asked. He bore a resemblance to a young Malcolm X with 1960s spectacles, bowtie and cropped hair. He put extra emphasis on the word “sir,” as if I was one of those former slaveholders he wasn’t forgetting about.

“I’ll have a fish sandwich please.”

“That will be five dollars SIR. Anything else I can get for you SIR.”

“No, that will be it.”

“Your order will be ready in about five minutes SIR.”

In the back of the bakery a group of school kids prayed to Allah on floor mats. I sat down and waited for my sandwich while enduring some scornful looks from other customers. After a few bad-vibe trips to the fish sandwich place I stopped going.

After living there for a little while, I began to understand the context of things like the Black Panthers, Hell’s Angels, Oakland Raiders. It all began to make sense.

They evicted everyone in our building in North Oakland. They were tearing it down to build new condos. It was the beginning of the gentrification up on the border with Emeryville. I moved with a friend into his van behind the Oak’s Club, a twenty-four-hour casino off San Pablo. We peed in the bushes and slept in the van. At night before bed we’d brush our teeth in the Oak’s Club bathroom. Sometimes we’d park at the Berkeley Marina and in the morning a gorgeous sunrise would shine upon the Bay Bridge and the San Francisco Bay in all of its glory. Chipmunks would exit their caves and frolic amongst the rocks. We called them “sea munks.” I would stand atop the rocks in my boxer shorts and yell,

“I am king of the sea munks!”

Sometimes gay guys would try and cruise us.

“Have you guys ever heard of Aquatic Park,” was their code-question for “Do you want to suck me off in the bushes?”

We didn’t know any code-questions. We were just young kids trying to make our way in the world. When my dad told me the story about him eating preschoolers’ graham crackers for lunch I thought, “Dad, you don’t know shit.”

Hand drawn map by Alden Olmsted

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Good Day

29 Apr

Reading in L.A. Friday with Pam Des Barres & Jerry Stahl!

2 Apr

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Hello Friends,

I’m reading this Friday evening at the Vermin On the Mount Reading Series hosted by Jim Ruland.  A very exciting final lineup has been announced including super groupie Pamela Des Barres and author/screenwriter Jerry Stahl.

Not to be missed!

Vermin: Friday, April 5th at 7:30pm at 82LA in Echo Park

1714 W. Sunset Blvd., Los Angeles, California 90026

A Night of Irreverent Readings in L.A.

Maria Bustillos
Pamela des Barres
Kate Durbin
Dina Gachman
Justin Maurer
Jerry Stahl
& your host Jim Ruland

Friday
April 5
7:30pm

826LA Echo Park
Enter via Time Travel Mart

RSVP HERE ON FB

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ATLANTA I’M COMING FOR YOU

19 Mar

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Hello Atlanta Friends,

Georgia Peaches!  Folks living on Peachtree Street or Peachtree Lane or Peachtree Court…You will soon have me breathing your spring air!  I’m bringing copies of my new book “Seventeen Television” to Hotlanta!  Please join me on Fri. March 22nd at Beep Beep Gallery.  The event is the Solar Anus reading series which is run by excellent ATL writers Jamie Iredell, Blake Butler and Amy McDaniel .

Joining me will be authors Michael Tod Edgerton, and Andy Frazee.

Beep Beep Gallery, 7:30pm. 696 Charles Allen Dr NE  Atlanta, GA 30308.  Friday March 22nd, 2013!

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Jamie Iredell

Blake Butler

Amy McDaniel

Hope to see you there!  I haven’t been to Atlanta in years so if any of you have suggestions for soul food places, diners, dive bars, record stores, book stores or night time activities, please email me your ideas!  I’m in town for a couple nights and staying near the convention center.

See y’all soon,

Justin

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Reading in L.A. with Pamela Des Barres and Jerry Stahl!

8 Mar

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Hello Friends,

I’m gearing up to head to Germany for the big dental convention plus Suspect Parts shows!  When I get back, I’m heading straight to Atlanta for a reading at Jamie Iredell’s  Solar Anus reading series on Friday . Joining me will be authors Michael Tod Edgerton, and Andy Frazee.

Beep Beep Gallery, 7:30pm. 696 Charles Allen Dr NE  Atlanta, GA 30308. Fri March 22nd!

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Then a couple readings in Los Angeles!  The first is Dan Collins’ wonderful Rrose Is A Prose reading series.

Sunday March 24th Los Angeles, CA @ The Hedgehog (Echo Park) 3PM

AND the Vermin On the Mount Reading Series hosted by Jim Ruland.  A very exciting final lineup has been announced including super groupie Pamela Des Barres and author/screenwriter Jerry Stahl

Vermin: Friday, April 5th at 7:30pm at 82LA in Echo Park

1714 W. Sunset Blvd., Los Angeles, California 90026

A Night of Irreverent Readings in L.A.

Maria Bustillos
Pamela des Barres
Kate Durbin
Dina Gachman
Justin Maurer
Jerry Stahl
& your host Jim Ruland

Friday
April 5
7:30pm

826LA Echo Park
Enter via Time Travel Mart

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Suspect Parts German Invasion!

4 Mar
Suspect Parts, back from a long hiatus, playing Germany in March!

Suspect Parts, back from a long hiatus, playing Germany in March!

Hello All,

After a long hiatus, Suspect Parts are finally back in the saddle.  This round our musical troupe still features your youthful and joyous team of Sulli Sullivan, Chris Bell Brief, Daniel “Hadji” Husayn and myself.

Suspect Parts songs can be heard and downloaded here

Like us on Facebook here

FB German Invasion Event Page here

See you in Germany!

Heart,

Justin & the Parts

PS Our 7″ vinyl records and cassette tape are still available from these fine establishments below.

Change Your Mind 7″ still available from Gerry Hubley at House Party Records

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Seventeen Television 7″ still available from Gord at Deranged Records here

(also available via Ebullition Distro & No Idea Records )

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Suspect Parts Cassette Tape (Including songs from all 4 7″s & Bonus Tracks)

Can be purchased and downloaded from Ggnzla Records here

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And last and certainly not least.  The Suspect Parts “Man Eater” 7″ is sold out from Hovercraft Records in Portland, but still available through Taken By Surprise Records in Germany.

Order Man Eater from the beautiful Bavarian man Michl Krenner here

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The City Burning 7″ is unfortunately out of print from London’s No Front Teeth Recs

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Readings announced in Atlanta & Los Angeles!

28 Feb

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Hello Friends,

Over here at HQ, we’re keeping the ball rolling with “Seventeen Television”.   Readings are set up in Hotlanta and L.A. just in time for spring.

First up is Atlanta on Friday March 22nd at Solar Anus reading series which is run by writers Jamie Iredell, Blake Butler and Amy McDaniel .

Joining me will be authors Michael Tod Edgerton, and Andy Frazee.

Beep Beep Gallery, 7:30pm. 696 Charles Allen Dr NE  Atlanta, GA 30308

Solar Anus Reading Series FB

Jamie Iredell

Blake Butler

Amy McDaniel

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Next up is Sunday March 24th Los Angeles, CA @ The Hedgehog (Echo Park) 3PM A Rrose in a Prose Reading Series with DM Collins and more

Rrose Is A Prose Event Page

And last but not least the Vermin Reading Series hosted by Jim Ruland.  A very exciting final lineup to be announced shortly.

Vermin: Friday, April 5th at 7:30pm at 82LA in Echo Park

Vermin Reading Series

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New LA Drugz Music Video

27 Feb

Hello Friends,

The new music video for LA Drugz’ “Outside Place” is finally live!  The song is from our upcoming 12″ EP on Hovercraft Records. The video is based on the 80s punk flick “Repo Man” (Harry Dean Stanton, Emilio Estevez, 1984), and shot all over Los Angeles. We shot in the L.A. River, Boyle Heights, Downtown, Griffith Park and more.  It took a full 2 days to shoot.

Here’s some of the locations we shot at: Repo Man Locations

Alex Cox's 1984 cult classic "Repo Man" starring Harry Dean Stanton & Emilio Estevez

Alex Cox’s 1984 cult classic “Repo Man” starring Harry Dean Stanton & Emilio Estevez

“Outside Place” was directed and edited by Brett Roberts, the Director of Photography was Ardavon Fatehi and it was produced by yours truly. Thanks to everyone who participated, it turned out great!

You can hear a few more LA Drugz cuts here or here.

Enjoy!

XO

Justin

Chicago Tomorrow!

18 Feb

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Hello Chicago Friends,

I’m headed to the windy city tomorrow for my reading at Quimby’s Bookstore at 7pm.. The weather forecast says that it will be partly cloudy with an 11°Low, 10% chance of snow, and wind: NW at 20 mph with 53% humidity.  I am ready to suffer.  Please come out and keep us warm.  Also reading is Cassandra Troyan from her new collection, “Throne of Blood,” and David Roche from his book “On Subbing”  Should be a blast, please come out and say hello.

Quimby’s: 1854 W North Ave, Chicago, IL 60622, (773) 342-0910, Intersection: North Ave & Wolcott (Subway: Blue to Damen)

RSVP ON FACEBOOK

TimeOut Chicago Critics Pick

Gapers Block Event Page

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Deconstructing Christopher Dorner’s Manifesto

13 Feb

 

 

 

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Many of us have been captivated by the Christopher Dorner story, an ex LAPD officer, ex military man who snapped and basically declared war on LAPD, his former employer.

Most media outlets reportage of Dorner’s manifesto focused on the inconsequential bits such as his admiration for Michelle Obama and Charlie Sheen, him bragging about his arsenal and military sharpshooting record. What I wanted to know was what made Dorner crack?  What did he have to say to the world before he went out with all guns blazing?

I finally had a chance to read his entire manifesto and was genuinely surprised.  Dorner claims his last straw was the abhorrent behavior of his colleagues in LAPD, who he claims have gotten worse since Rodney King and the LA Riots.   He mentions the beginning of the end when he reported excessive use of force by “(Ofcr. Teresa Evans/now a Sergeant)” for kicking a suspect, (“Christopher Gettler”) in the face.

Dorner claims that through Ms. Evans personal relationships inside the department she was not reprimanded and instead was eventually promoted.   Dorner also claims that two of his fellow officers used the word “nigger” repeatedly (Officers Hermilio Buridios IV and Marlon Magana) who were allegedly given 22 day paid suspensions as their punishment.

 When reading Dorner’s manifesto I couldn’t help but agree with many of his perspectives.  In the manifesto he expresses his support for the gay and lesbian community, women in the military and support for an assault weapons ban.

His liberal beliefs and violent actions may seem contradictory, but according to Dorner, he cracked because of LAPD’s hypocrisy in failing to punish cops who use an excessive amount of force, and in his view, his unfair dismissal due to being a “whistle blower”.

Killing and murder is indeed wrong.  But what is also wrong is an abuse of authority by LAPD over a long, troubled history.  No, Christopher Dorner shouldn’t be judge, jury and executioner.  But who is going to police the police? They will probably kill Chris Dorner.  Chris Dorner will probably kill a few more on his way out.  We have to come to terms with why this happened.  We have to listen to what Chris Dorner had to say.

I have attempted to chop up the manifesto to include his most poignant moments.

Dorner’s reasoning for turning to violence:

I have exhausted all available means at obtaining my name back. I have attempted all legal court efforts within appeals at the Superior Courts and California Appellate courts. This is my last resort. The LAPD has suppressed the truth and it has now lead to deadly consequences.”

 Luckily I don’t have to live everyday like most of you. Concerned if the misconduct you were a part of is going to be discovered. Looking over your shoulder, scurrying at every phone call from internal affairs or from the Captains office wondering if that is the day PSB comes after you for the suspects you struck when they were cuffed months/years ago or that $500 you pocketed from the narcotics dealer, or when the other guys on your watch beat a transient nearly to death and you never reported the UOF to the supervisor.

From 2/05 to 1/09 I saw some of the most vile things humans can inflict on others as a police officer in Los Angeles. Unfortunately, it wasn’t in the streets of LA. It was in the confounds of LAPD police stations and shops (cruisers). The enemy combatants in LA are not the citizens and suspects, it’s the police officers.

People who live in glass houses should not throw stones. How ironic that you utilize a fixed glass structure as your command HQ. You use as a luminous building to symbolize that you are transparent, have nothing to hide, or suppress when in essence, concealing, omitting, and obscuring is your forte.”

On the LA Riots:

“This department has not changed from the Daryl Gates and Mark Fuhrman days. Those officers are still employed and have all promoted to Command staff and supervisory positions. I will correct this error. Are you aware that an officer (a rookie/probationer at the time) seen on the Rodney King videotape striking Mr. King multiple times with a baton on 3/3/91 is still employed by the LAPD and is now a Captain on the police department? Captain Rolando Solano is now the commanding officer of a LAPD police station (West LA division). As a commanding officer, he is now responsible for over 200 officers. Do you trust him to enforce department policy and investigate use of force investigations on arrestees by his officers? Are you aware Evans has since promoted to Sergeant after kicking Mr. Gettler in the face. Oh, you Violated a citizens civil rights? We will promote you. Same as LAPD did with the the officers from Metro involved in the May Day melee at MacArthur Park. They promoted them to Sergeant (a supervisor role).”

On his targets:

“The blue line will forever be severed and a cultural change will be implanted. You have awoken a sleeping giant.

I am here to change and make policy. The culture of LAPD versus the community and honest/good officers needs to and will change. I am here to correct and calibrate your morale compasses to true north.

Those Caucasian officers who join South Bureau divisions (77th,SW,SE, an Harbor) with the sole intent to victimize minorities who are uneducated, and unaware of criminal law, civil law, and civil rights. You prefer the South bureau because a use of force/deadly force is likely and the individual you use UOF on will likely not report it. You are a high value target.

 Those Black officers in supervisory ranks and pay grades who stay in south bureau (even though you live in the valley or OC) for the sole intent of getting retribution toward subordinate caucasians officers for the pain and hostile work environment their elders inflicted on you as probationers (P-1′s) and novice P-2′s. You are a high value target. You perpetuated the cycle of racism in the department as well. You breed a new generation of bigoted caucasian officer when you belittle them and treat them unfairly.

Those Hispanic officers who victimize their own ethnicity because they are new immigrants to this country and are unaware of their civil rights. You call them wetbacks to their face and demean them in front of fellow officers of different ethnicities so that you will receive some sort of acceptance from your colleagues. I’m not impressed. Most likely, your parents or grandparents were immigrants at one time, but you have forgotten that. You are a high value target.

Those lesbian officers in supervising positions who go to work, day in day out, with the sole intent of attempting to prove your misandrist authority (not feminism) to degrade male officers. You are a high value target.

Those Asian officers who stand by and observe everything I previously mentioned other officers participate in on a daily basis but you say nothing, stand for nothing and protect nothing. Why? Because of your usual saying, ” I……don’t like conflict”. You are a high value target as well.

Those of you who “go along to get along” have no backbone and destroy the foundation of courage. You are the enablers of those who are guilty of misconduct. You are just as guilty as those who break the code of ethics and oath you swore.”

On LAPD Officers who violate their code of conduct:

“It is endless the amount of times per week officers arrest an individual, label him a suspect-arrestee-defendant and then before arraignment or trial realize that he is innocent based on evidence. You know what they say when they realize an innocent man just had his life turned upside down?. “I guess he should have stayed at home that day he was discovered walking down the street and matching the suspects description. Oh well, he appeared to be a dirtbag anyways”. Meanwhile the falsely accused is left to pick up his life, get a new, family, friends, and sense of self worth.

 Don’t honor these fallen officers/dirtbags. When your family members die, they just see you as extra overtime at a crime scene and at a perimeter. Why would you value their lives when they clearly don’t value yours or your family members lives? I’ve heard many officers who state they see dead victims as ATV’s, Waverunners, RV’s and new clothes for their kids. Why would you shed a tear for them when they in return crack a smile for your loss because of the impending extra money they will receive in their next paycheck for sitting at your loved ones crime scene of 6 hours because of the overtime they will accrue. They take photos of your loved ones recently deceased bodies with their cellphones and play a game of who has the most graphic dead body of the night with officers from other divisions. This isn’t just the 20 something year old officers, this is the 50 year old officers with significant time on the job as well who participate.”

 On an assault weapons ban:

If you had a well regulated AWB, this would not happen. The time is now to reinstitute a ban that will save lives. Why does any sportsman need a 30 round magazine for hunting? Why does anyone need a suppressor? Why does anyone need a AR15 rifle? This is the same small arms weapons system utilized in eradicating Al Qaeda, Taliban, and every enemy combatant since the Vietnam war. Don’t give me that crap that its not a select fire or full auto rifle like the DoD uses. That’s bullshit because troops who carry the M-4/M-16 weapon system for combat ops outside the wire rarely utilize the select fire function when in contact with enemy combatants. The use of select fire probably isn’t even 1% in combat. So in essence, the AR-15 semiautomatic rifle is the same as the M-4/M-16. These do not need to be purchased as easily as walking to your local Walmart or striking the enter key on your keyboard to “add to cart”. All the firearms utilized in my activities are registered to me and were legally purchased at gun stores and private party transfers. All concealable weapons (pistols) were also legally register in my name at police stations or FFL’s. Unfortunately, are you aware that I obtained class III weapons (suppressors) without a background check thru NICS or DROS completely LEGALLY several times? I was able to use a trust account that I created on quicken will maker and a $10 notary charge at a mailbox etc. to obtain them legally. Granted, I am not a felon, nor have a DV misdemeanor conviction or active TRO against me on a NCIC file. I can buy any firearm I want, but should I be able to purchase these class III weapons (SBR’s, and suppressors) without a background check and just a $10 notary signature on a quicken will maker program? The answer is NO. I’m not even a resident of the state i purchased them in. Lock n Load just wanted money so they allow you to purchase class III weapons with just a notarized trust, military ID. Shame on you, Lock n Load. NFA and ATF need new laws and policies that do not allow loopholes such as this. In the end, I hope that you will realize that the small arms I utilize should not be accessed with the ease that I obtained them. Who in there right mind needs a fucking silencer!!! who needs a freaking SBR AR15? No one. No more Virginia Tech, Columbine HS, Wisconsin temple, Aurora theatre, Portland malls, Tucson rally, Newtown Sandy Hook. Whether by executive order or thru a bi-partisan congress an assault weapons ban needs to be re-instituted. Period!!!

Mia Farrow said it best. “Gun control is no longer debatable, it’s not a conversation, its a moral mandate.”

Sen. Feinstein, you are doing the right thing in leading the re-institution of a national AWB. Never again should any public official state that their prayers and thoughts are with the family. That has become cliche’ and meaningless. Its time for action. Let this be your legacy that you bestow to America. Do not be swayed by obstacles, antagaonist, and naysayers. Remember the innocent children at Austin, Kent, Stockton, Fullerton, San Diego, Iowa City, Jonesboro, Columbine, Nickel Mines, Blacksburg, Springfield, Red Lake, Chardon, Aurora, and Newtown. Make sure this never happens again!!!

In my cache you will find several small arms. In the cache, Bushmaster firearms, Remington precision rifles, and AAC Suppressors (silencers). All of these small arms are manufactured by Cerberus/Freedom Group. The same company responsible for the Portland mall shooting, Webster , NY, and Sandy Hook massacre.”

 

On racist LAPD officers who disrespect President Obama:

“You disrespect the office of the POTUS/Presidency and Commander in Chief. You call him Kenyan, mongroid, halfrican, muslim, and FBHO when in essence you are to address him as simply, President. The same as you did to President George W. Bush and all those in the highest ranking position of our land before him. Just as I always have. You question his birth certificate, his educational and professional accomplishments, and his judeo-christian beliefs. You make disparaging remarks about his dead parents. You never questioned the fact that his former opponent, the honorable Senator John McCain, was not born in the CONUS or that Bush had a C average in his undergrad. Electoral Candidates children (Romney) state they want to punch the president in the face during debates with no formal repercussions. No one even questioned the fact that the son just made a criminal threat toward the President. You call his wife a Wookie. Off the record, I love your new bangs, Mrs. Obama. A woman whose professional and educational accomplishments are second to none when compared to recent First wives. You call his supporters, whether black, brown, yellow, or white, leeches, FSA, welfare recipients, and ni$&er lovers. You say this openly without any discretion. Before you start with your argument that you believe I would vote for Obama because he has the same skin color as me, fuck you. I didn’t vote in this last election as my choice of candidate, John Huntsman, didn’t win the primary candidacy for his party. Mr. President, I haven’t agreed with all of your decisions but of course I haven’t agreed with all of your predecessors decisions. I think you’ve done a hell of a job with what you have been dealt and how you have managed it. I shed a tear the night you were initially elected President in 2008. I never thought that day would occur. A black man elected president in the U.S. in my lifetime.”

On donating his brain to science:

“If possible, I want my brain preserved for science/research to study the effects of severe depression on an individual’s brain. Since 6/26/08 when I was relieved of duty and 1/2/09 when I was terminated I have been afflicted with severe depression. I’ve had two CT scans during my lifetime that are in my medical record at Kaiser Permanente. Both are from concussions resulting from playing football. The first one was in high school, 10/96. The second was in college and occurred in 10/99. Both were conducted at Kaiser Permanente hospitals in LA/Orange county. These two CT scans should give a good baseline for my brain activity before severe depression began in late 2008.

 Sure, many of you “law enforcement experts and specialist” will state, “in all my years this is the worst……..”, Stop!!! That’s not important. Ask yourselves what would cause somebody to take these drastic measures like I did. That’s what is important.”

Catholic Church:

“Cardinal Mahoney, you are in essence a predator yourself as you enabled your subordinates to molest multiple children in the church over many decades. May you die a long and slow painful death.”

On women in Combat & LGBT:

“My opinion on women in combat MOS’, Designators, Rates, and AFSC’s. I wish all of you who attempt to pursue combat occupational roles the greatest success in completing, graduating, and qualifying in their respective schools/courses. Many want to see you fail. Remember, everyone of you is a pioneer. There was a time when they didn’t allow blacks to fight the good fight. This is your civil rights. Don’t quit!!!

It’s time to allow gay service member’s spouses to utilize the same benefits that all heterosexual dependents are eligible for. Medical, Dental, Tricare, Deers, SGLI, BX, Commissary, Milstar, MWR, etc. Flag officers, lets be honest. You can’t really give a valid argument to as why gays shouldn’t be eligible as every month a new state enacts laws that allow same sex marriage.

LGBT community and supporters, the same way you have the right to voice your opinion on acceptance of gay marriage, Chick Fil-A has a right to voice their beliefs as well. That’s what makes America so great. Freedom of expression. Don’t be assholes and boycott/degrade their business and customers who patronize the locations. They make some damn good chicken! Vandalizing (graffiti) their locations does not help any cause.

Ellen Degeneres, continue your excellent contribution to entertaining America and bringing the human factor to entertainment. You changed the perception of your gay community and how we as Americans view the LGBT community. I congratulate you on your success and opening my eyes as a young adult, and my generation to the fact that you are know different from us other than who you choose to love. Oh, and you Prop 8 supporters, why the fuck do you care who your neighbor marries. Hypocritical pieces of shit.”

On his music preferences:

Dave Brubeck’s “Take Five” is the greatest piece of music ever, period. Hanz Zimmer, William Bell, Eric Clapton, BB King, Bob Marley, Sam Cooke, Metallica, Rob Zombie, Nora Jones, Marvin Gaye, Jay-Z, and the King (Louis Armstrong) are musical prodigies.”

Television:

“Larry David, I agree. 72-82 degrees is way to hot in a residence. 68 , degrees is perfect.”

(Complete uncensored text of Dorner’s manifesto is here: http://boywithgrenade.org/2013/02/07/christopher-dorners-manifesto/)

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