Tag Archives: Cops

Bandit and the 99%

A tasmanian devil can supposedly eat 40% of its body weight in thirty minutes. According to Animal Planet, this is like a human eating 216 hamburgers on their half-hour lunch break.

Bandit, a raccoon that was fond of potato chips, weighed more than 75 pounds when he died (more than three times the weight of a normal raccoon). He was named “The World’s Fattest Raccoon” by the Guinness Book of World Records and was a regular at Ice Cream World, a shop in the Pennsylvania town where he lived with his human family. The owner of the shop told USA Today that he would watch him hold a cup of blue raspberry slush with his paws and drink through a straw. “He was a good customer,” he said.

Bandit though, had a thyroid problem and lived in a human home. Tasmanian devils aren’t greedy because they feel like it, it’s just who they are.

Wall Street has no such excuse.

“This is not a protest it is an affirmation.

‘I contain multitudes…Do I contradict myself? Then I contradict myself.’ Walt Whitman”

The top two photos are mine, taken during a protest in San Francisco at the Wells Fargo Headquarters on October 12, 2011. The bottom photograph was taken by the writer Amitav Ghosh on October 13 in NYC.

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Also, Lemony Snicket with 13 observations on Occupy Wall Street. “Number 3: Money is like a child—rarely unaccompanied. When it disappears, look to those who were supposed to be keeping an eye on it while you were at the grocery store. You might also look for someone who has a lot of extra children sitting around, with long, suspicious explanations for how they got there.”

Dear Riley….and your firefighter dad

SB County Firefighter Eric Gray and Search Dog Riley debark at Misawa Air Force Base in Japan. Credit: SBFD

Not long ago I was stopped for speeding on the 101 Freeway. I started chatting with the cop. I told him that my brother was a fireman…I tried to not make it obvious but I was hoping for some sort of civic-brotherhood-inspired-leniency. It had the opposite effect. He started getting agitated, his voice rose.

“I hate fireman,” he said. “Everyone loves them. Do you know who loves cops? NO ONE. Anytime I pull someone over, they dread seeing me. Do you know what that feels like? What that does to a person?”

“Um, no sir.”

“Firemen!” he threw his hands in the air, “Who is so stupid that they actually run INTO a burning building, not out of it?!”

In the end, I didn’t get the ticket. But he’s right. My brother is beloved. And not just by me. So are the other men and women he works with. And dogs. Especially the dogs. Riley is a rescue dog that works with Eric Gray, a fireman with the Santa Barbara Fire Department. Yesterday he got off a plane in Japan to start helping with rescue efforts.

In 2009, a young girl named Vulan read about Riley in the paper. She lives in Lompoc, California. This was the letter she sent to him.

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