Virtual Paintout–September

Well, I’m back in the saddle, so to speak, with the Virtual Paintout

This month’s location is Manhattan in New York City. 

Since my son-in-law is a police officer, I was thrilled to discover this gentleman standing proud at 130 E. 49th St. 

I’ve titled the drawing “To protect and serve.”  Enjoy!


Things Not to Say to a Policeman

My son-in-law is a police officer in town and was on duty for the 4th of July holiday weekend.  God bless the stupid people wonderful citizenry out there.  Without them, he would be out of a job.  Here are few examples of what he had to put up with:    

Exhibit A:

Since there was a parade down Main Street, the police had to block off several side streets to through traffic.  SIL was stationed near one of the roadblocks.  Of course, someone drove around it. 

When he stopped the car and told the driver it was illegal to drive around a road block, the driver said: 

“But I was in a hurry.” 

SIL repeated that it was illegal to drive around a roadblock. 

“But I was in a hurry.” 

This exchange continued a few more times. 

Rules, apparently, were made for other people.

Exhibit B:

SIL pulls over speeder in fancy Cadillac going 65 in a 50 mph zone. 

This driver’s excuse(s):

Excuse #1:  “I was just going with the flow of traffic.” 

Reply from SIL:  “Sir, I clocked the traffic around you and you were the only one speeding.”

So the driver tries again.

Excuse #2:  “I’m not from around here.”  (The driver was from Houston.) 

SIL wanted to say “Sir, the speed limit signs aren’t written in Japanese.” 

Of course, being the polite guy he is, he refrained from saying that. 

But he thought it.

Exhibit C:

A four-lane stretch of road that connects two highways runs several miles through the south part of town.  The speed limit is 40 mph, but people often drive much faster than that.  SIL pulled over a speeder, who upon being told he was driving well over the speed limit said:

I didn’t see any signs.” 

SIL had to regretfully inform him that there were a grand total of six signs bearing the 40 mph speed limit between the one highway that the driver exited and just before the other where SIL pulled him over.

With good folks like these, I don’t think we need to worry about job security.


Palin’ Around with Excuses

One of my favorite blogs is Margaret and Helen right here on WordPress. 

Helen is an eighty-four year old gal from Texas who has more political smarts and all-around intelligence than the whole Republican party plus the Tea-baggers combined. 

Currently Helen’s trying to wade through Sarah Palin’s “book”–Going Rogue

Here is an excerpt from that tome and Helen’s trenchant comment on it:

Consider the following excerpt from the book which refers to a State Trooper who pulled her over for an illegal joy ride on a snow machine:

“It was Christmas Day; we were out in the middle of nowhere, a couple of kids on a snowmachine up against a big dude with a gun and a badge. I couldn’t help but wondering about his priorities, if he really didn’t have more important things to do, like catching a bad guy, or helping a poor old lady haul in her firewood for the night. Looking back, maybe that was my first brush with the skewed priorities of government.


And that, dear Margaret, sums up my issue with Sarah Palin and so many others like her. They are so quick to look for the “bad guys” in everyone else never seeing the one staring back at them in the mirror each morning.

Boy, has Helen hit the proverbial nail on the head. 

My son-in-law is a newly sworn in peace officer in our small city and has been on the  job for about two months now.  Already he has encountered people just like Palin who feel they are entitled to special treatment for reasons only they know but are unable to articulate; yet they somehow still consider themselves above the law.

One traffic stop involved a man who didn’t make a complete stop at an intersection well known to be one of the more dangerous ones in the city.  (He not only didn’t stop, he sailed through at 40 miles an hour near a school zone.)   The man sarcastically asked my son-in-law if he should get out and walk around the truck at a stop sign to prove that he had stopped long enough.  Unrattled, my SIL responded with “Whatever you’d like to do, sir” and proceeded to ticket the offensive offender. 

Another stop was for a truck that had a broken tail-light.  Usually this would have resulted in just a warning for the driver, but upon checking the truck out, SIL discovered the inspection stickers for the truck (necessary in Texas before a car can be insured) AND his vehicle registration both had expired a couple of years ago.  The driver asserted that he drove this truck only on his ranch (but was caught driving it on public streets), so he didn’t need stickers or registration.  Wrong on all counts.  This jerk went on to ask SIL if he was a “rookie” cop because the ones in Houston, where he was from, wouldn’t have ticketed him.  Uh huh.  Right. 

Why is it Palin is always making excuses (or making up excuses) for herself?  Police officers, State Troopers, sheriff’s deputies, etc.,  put their lives on the line every day.  It’s predictably emblematic of her to complain about the way the trooper was carrying out his duty so she could pull the focus away from her wrongdoing.  In other words, it wasn’t illegal until she had the bad luck to be caught by the trooper.  He’s the one to blame.

For the life of me, I don’t understand why someone so anti-government would even want to run for the second highest governmental office in the land as she did. 

But again, losing the election had nothing to do with her short-comings. 

It was someone else’s fault.  Naturally.

Do us a favor, Ms. Palin—stop making crap up.


Virtually Painted Out


Okay, this is my last painting for the Virtual Paintout for October.  Really.  This one is The Royal Bar in Belfast.

I’m going to be doing a marathon “Memaw” gig with the grandkids for the next week and a half, staying at their house overnight and taking them to school and picking them up in the afternoons.  My daughter will be in N. Carolina showing her most recent furniture designs at the big furniture mart in Highpoint, and my son-in-law will be finishing up his last week at the police academy (yay!) and will take his final exam at the end of the week.  There is one week left after that of practice tests for the state exam. 

It has been a long five months of his leaving every morning at 5:30 am for the commute to Austin, tons of state and local penal codes to memorize, physical tests of endurance, practice encounters with “bad guys” (and gals), being pepper sprayed and then still having to run several obstacle courses under the effects, the list goes on and on what he’s gone through to achieve his dream.  We’re very proud of him and have infinite respect for the men and women in blue who are there to protect us every day.

So, I will be coming home every other day or so to make sure the cats haven’t eaten Hubby, but I don’t know about creating any new cartoons or other artwork.  Well….maybe some cartoons.  hee hee

Pray for us—I think we’ll need it.  My grandson was coughing yesterday at McDonald’s, so I think we might be in for it.