Comments on: JoeC Interviews Himself, Part 1 http://joecrubaugh.com/blog/2009/01/13/joec-interviews-himself-part-1/ A dissident twist of reality... Tue, 16 Mar 2010 20:44:29 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7 hourly 1 By: pelmo http://joecrubaugh.com/blog/2009/01/13/joec-interviews-himself-part-1/comment-page-1/#comment-33472 pelmo Sat, 17 Jan 2009 18:11:27 +0000 http://joecrubaugh.com/blog/?p=1018#comment-33472 Joe the video was not available. But way in the past and up to a few years ago I was a always jock. Here in Chicago 16" softball is a really big thing. No gloves just bare hands are used, and a lot of guys like me play it into our sixty's. The macho image is to prevelant in today's police with those military haircuts and fingerless gloves. Most of todays policemen are heavier armed then our troops in Iraq. Another good example is when I was working the lock-up one day. Two young officers walked past me carrying several cases of Miller Lite beer. I asked them where they were going with it. They PROUDLY explained to me that it was evidence and that they had caught some teens and had arrested them for under age drinking. They were totally confused as I tried to explain to them that you don't lock up under age drinkers. Rather you confiscate the beer, boot them in the ass and send them on their way. Then you immediately proceed to the lock-up where the lock-up keeper places it in the fridge so that it is nice and cold, and may be consumed at the end of the tour of duty. it went right over their heads. Joe the video was not available. But way in the past and up to a few years ago I was a always jock. Here in Chicago 16″ softball is a really big thing. No gloves just bare hands are used, and a lot of guys like me play it into our sixty’s.

The macho image is to prevelant in today’s police with those military haircuts and fingerless gloves. Most of todays policemen are heavier armed then our troops in Iraq.

Another good example is when I was working the lock-up one day. Two young officers walked past me carrying several cases of Miller Lite beer. I asked them where they were going with it. They PROUDLY explained to me that it was evidence and that they had caught some teens and had arrested them for under age drinking.

They were totally confused as I tried to explain to them that you don’t lock up under age drinkers. Rather you confiscate the beer, boot them in the ass and send them on their way. Then you immediately proceed to the lock-up where the lock-up keeper places it in the fridge so that it is nice and cold, and may be consumed at the end of the tour of duty. it went right over their heads.

]]> By: Xman http://joecrubaugh.com/blog/2009/01/13/joec-interviews-himself-part-1/comment-page-1/#comment-33471 Xman Sat, 17 Jan 2009 17:33:12 +0000 http://joecrubaugh.com/blog/?p=1018#comment-33471 Thats how I see it too, Pelmo. The training is all about overwhelming force and let the courts sort it out. That they have largely suspended mental testing as part of the application process and give ptsd vets extra points, is one reason why we have so many mistakes now. Cops now days are a tightly wound bunch of guys. A couple years ago, a truck and a motorcycle crashed on my corner. Paved country road. Truck pulled out of stop and cycle went into his side. Both bike riders died in a real mess. Anyway, I go out to the corner of my yard to watch. I'm behind my small hedge. I'm just standing there. Not talking to anyone or taking pictures, etc. A big bruiser of a cop tells me to leave the area. I told him politely I was on my lawn. He advanced on me and said some rough things as he did. I retreated as I figured my hedge wasn't going to stop him. I shot him back the same look he was shooting me...and left. I went into my garage and decided I needed to mow around my corner hedge. The mower I have for rough work has a big rusty hole in the muffler. I put my sunglasses on and made more noise, threw more dust and rocks than that guy probably thought possible. I kept my eye on him and I could tell he kept chewing on whether he ought to get rough or not. I had decided I was going to keep the mower on and between him and me if he came over the hedge. Lucky for me my bluff worked. I watched the "trip" Joe, but couldn't hitch a ride. I guess I'm not in the groove. An artist like yourself though, I bet you "got it". Thats how I see it too, Pelmo.
The training is all about overwhelming force and let the courts sort it out.
That they have largely suspended mental testing as part of the application process and give ptsd vets extra points, is one reason why we have so many mistakes now. Cops now days are a tightly wound bunch of guys.

A couple years ago, a truck and a motorcycle crashed on my corner. Paved country road. Truck pulled out of stop and cycle went into his side. Both bike riders died in a real mess.

Anyway, I go out to the corner of my yard to watch. I’m behind my small hedge. I’m just standing there. Not talking to anyone or taking pictures, etc. A big bruiser of a cop tells me to leave the area. I told him politely I was on my lawn. He advanced on me and said some rough things as he did. I retreated as I figured my hedge wasn’t going to stop him. I shot him back the same look he was shooting me…and left. I went into my garage and decided I needed to mow around my corner hedge. The mower I have for rough work has a big rusty hole in the muffler. I put my sunglasses on and made more noise, threw more dust and rocks than that guy probably thought possible. I kept my eye on him and I could tell he kept chewing on whether he ought to get rough or not. I had decided I was going to keep the mower on and between him and me if he came over the hedge. Lucky for me my bluff worked.

I watched the “trip” Joe, but couldn’t hitch a ride. I guess I’m not in the groove. An artist like yourself though, I bet you “got it”.

]]> By: JoeC http://joecrubaugh.com/blog/2009/01/13/joec-interviews-himself-part-1/comment-page-1/#comment-33468 JoeC Sat, 17 Jan 2009 15:16:04 +0000 http://joecrubaugh.com/blog/?p=1018#comment-33468 Per some of your previous comments, looks like others are recalling trips they took in the sixties. If it walks like a Beatle and talks like a Beatle...some gorgeous psychedelic imagery here: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIeO7NV3Idk" rel="nofollow">Fireman - Lovers in a Dream</a>. Per some of your previous comments, looks like others are recalling trips they took in the sixties. If it walks like a Beatle and talks like a Beatle…some gorgeous psychedelic imagery here:

Fireman - Lovers in a Dream.

]]> By: pelmo http://joecrubaugh.com/blog/2009/01/13/joec-interviews-himself-part-1/comment-page-1/#comment-33466 pelmo Sat, 17 Jan 2009 03:10:54 +0000 http://joecrubaugh.com/blog/?p=1018#comment-33466 I was lucky to have come on in the early 70's and there were still some cops like your uncle still around and I learned quite a bit about how to be a good policeman. Back then there were a lot of characters and it was fun to be a policeman. Now they all want to be super cops with no heart or soul. I was lucky to have come on in the early 70’s and there were still some cops like your uncle still around and I learned quite a bit about how to be a good policeman. Back then there were a lot of characters and it was fun to be a policeman.

Now they all want to be super cops with no heart or soul.

]]> By: Xman http://joecrubaugh.com/blog/2009/01/13/joec-interviews-himself-part-1/comment-page-1/#comment-33453 Xman Fri, 16 Jan 2009 20:10:34 +0000 http://joecrubaugh.com/blog/?p=1018#comment-33453 A great-uncle of mine was a cop. I guess he died of old age in the 70's. I remember asking him about drawing his weapon. I wanted to hear some wild west stories. He told me he never drew his service revolver. He walked a beat. He said if you do things right and get to know your neighborhood, you are more like a parent. You catch things in their early stages and if you act respectful, you get respect. He was a big, friendly, gruff sort of guy. Never saw him make a personal judgement of anyone. Taught me to play the bongo's. A great-uncle of mine was a cop. I guess he died of old age in the 70’s. I remember asking him about drawing his weapon. I wanted to hear some wild west stories. He told me he never drew his service revolver. He walked a beat. He said if you do things right and get to know your neighborhood, you are more like a parent. You catch things in their early stages and if you act respectful, you get respect.
He was a big, friendly, gruff sort of guy. Never saw him make a personal judgement of anyone.
Taught me to play the bongo’s.

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