Showing posts with label Idiocy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Idiocy. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Jail for Fixing up His Property

Herewith a cautionary tale of letting Democrats rule unchecked. It comes from the Daily Breeze ("LAX to L.A. Harbor") in California.

Methinks, me friends, it's time for Conservatives to take up the cry: "Power to the People."

For Democrats, the cry is: "Power to the Government."

-Lunch

Man Gets Jail Time for Property Fixes

He built a fence, a retaining wall, a patio and a few concrete columns to decorate his driveway, and now Francisco Linares is going to jail for it.

By Megan Bagdonas
Staff Writer Daily Breeze August 28, 2007

Francisco Linares had been given six months to get final permits for the offending structures or remove them as part of a plea agreement reached in January, when he pleaded no contest to five misdemeanor counts of violating the Rolling Hills Estates building code.

On Monday, Torrance Superior Court Judge Sandra Thompson chastised the Farmers Insurance district manager for not completing what he agreed to do in January, then handed him the maximum sentence without possibility of house arrest or probation.

"I'm not scared," Linares said about spending time in jail. "It's just very unfair."

Richard Hamar, Linares' attorney, said he has never heard of anything like this.

"We're talking about fixing a fence that was on city property," he said. "He didn't build a Las Vegas casino. You put a guy in jail for six months because he repaired the city fence?"

The 51-year-old bought the nearly 1-acre property in 1998. After building a 3,000-square-foot French-style home, he began landscaping.

When Linares asked the city to repair the white three-railed fence behind his house, he was told it was on his property and his responsibility. So he replaced the termite-infested planks himself. Then the city reversed itself and said Linares had illegally built the fence on city property.

In October 2004, the city charged Linares with three misdemeanors: for not taking down the fence, having a retaining wall built higher than a 2-foot restriction and for erecting stone columns without a neighborhood compatibility analysis. Later inspections found eight other violations, including a lack of permits for plumbing and grading.

"He's had a couple of years to correct the problems," said Dean Pucci, a Fullerton attorney contracted as the city's prosecutor.

Linares lives in the house with his wife and three daughters. He contends that he didn't remove the structures because he believed the permits would be approved.

At the sentencing, Hamar said his client was a good Christian man who has never committed a crime and who worked diligently - 142 hours - to try to resolve the issues with the city.

And the only reason he was not able to complete the stipulations of the plea agreement, he said, was because of the city's confusing building codes and negligence in rendering a decision on his permit applications.

"We established that he did everything that was humanly possible to comply. And the un-rebutted evidence is that (the city) hasn't ruled on the permits," Hamar said. "To … do something as harsh as put a good man in jail for six months, you got to look at the impact on society. What will society gain if you put this man in jail?"

The prosecutor, however, said, "In virtually every city in every county a violation of the municipal code is a crime." [NB: In virtually every city in every county a violation of the municipal code is a civil matter, not "a crime." - Lunch]

Hamar said he plans to appeal.

"I'm praying that there will be an appeal and that my dad won't be sentenced to jail," said daughter Vanessa Linares, 18. "My dad is the backbone of our family. How would we be able to hold up if he's not here?"

http://www.blogger.com/megan.bagdonas@dailybreeze.com

Friday, August 24, 2007

I Just KNEW It Was Them Damn Meese All Along

GLOBAL WARMING FEARS
NB: The following news item is from Germany's Der Spiegel, so we mustn't quibble if it's dribble. Just eat your peas and shut up, bitte.
- Lord Lunch
Norway's Moose Population in Trouble for Belching

The poor old Scandinavian moose is now being blamed for climate change, with researchers in Norway claiming that a grown moose can produce 2,100 kilos of carbon dioxide a year -- equivalent to the CO2 output resulting from a 13,000 kilometer car journey.

Now poor moose are being blamed for global warming.

DPA - Now poor moose are being blamed for global warming.

Norway is concerned that its national animal, the moose, is harming the climate by emitting an estimated 2,100 kilos of carbon dioxide a year through its belching and farting.

Norwegian newspapers, citing research from Norway's technical university, said a motorist would have to drive 13,000 kilometers in a car to emit as much CO2 as a moose does in a year.

Bacteria in a moose's stomach create methane gas which is considered even more destructive to the environment than carbon dioxide gas. Cows pose the same problem (more...).

Norway has some 120,000 moose but an estimated 35,000 are expected to be killed in this year's moose hunting season, which starts on September 25, Norwegian newspaper VG reported.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Idiot Watch

I Declare . . . This Makes Me Upchuck!

Legal News from Scotsman.com News

AN INDEPENDENT THINKER

LORD (Angus) Glennie, 56, a Cambridge graduate, has shown a strong independence of mind since being elevated to the Bench in 2005.

He gave early indications of being his own man when faced with one of his first criminal cases. A man accused of serious assault had jumped bail and failed to turn up for trial. It took police more than three years to trace him. Lord Glennie agreed with defence lawyers the man's right to have the case heard within a reasonable time had been violated by the delay, and ended the prosecution.


-- August 22, 2007 The Scotsman.com News

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

How Revolting!

CRB's Asinine Webcaster Rate Endangers Entire Music Industry

Are Copyright Royalty Judges educated men or mere motley-minded, brainless barnacles scraped from the rotting bottom of a Cornish fisherman?

The question begs thoughtful ponder in wake of the three stooges, er, judges’ diktat crucifying Internet radio on a cross of gold.

The Copyright Royalty Board’s shameful edict, should it stand, portends universal mammocking of copyright statutes entire. Why, forsooth, should any moiety of copyright law command respect when miscreated regulatory rulings make a mockery of the copyright concept itself?

Indeed, when a confiscatory regulation crafted by contemptible coo-coos in cahoots with maggot-infested magpies has the force of statutory law, the entire statute deserves public disdain. Without qualm or compunction, the nation will scorn, ignore, and disregard all provisions of the Copyright Act.

This is War!

My Lords, Ladies, and all who toil in the music industry’s withering vineyards, mistake me not: the Copyright Royalty Board’s “Judges” have not merely decreed an absurdly burdensome royalty requirement on webcasters; they have literally declared war on us all.

The death knell of a relatively small but promising sector of our industry foretells a coming plague picking us off house by house.

But take heart. The self-satisfied smirks adorning RIAA Ayatollahs and brass asses reigning over the less than one handful of major labels shall be short-lived. Highborn priests think they themselves to be, but brains have been bred out of them all.

Disciples of Ned Ludd

Witness: the RIAA’s cruel crusade against young babes and old maids alienates millions while achieving naught. Unauthorized copyright downloading grows by leaps and bounds. Never mind. The RIAA’s misbegotten Luddist policy continues as we watch their ludicrous attempt to herd 1,000s of jumping frogs.

And their attack-attack tack, I foreglimpse, shall do for them what a hornet’s nest whacked by a stout cricket bat does for the whacker.

Should the self-anointed aristocracy succeed (they won’t) in suppressing the smelly class (the yeomen, the scullions, chimneysweeps, stable boys, and chamber pot makers - anyone with an independent streak, entrepreneurial spirit, and creative energy), the rarified air reserved for his nibs's executive suites shall grow thin, stale, then putrid with the smell of rotting carcasses – their own.

1776 and All That

The judicial Pharisees would be well advised to examine the informative leaves of history for a sense of what they may have wrought. Particularly should they linger in those chapters retailing the rebellious rumblings of His Majesty’s Yankee subjects 230 years ago.

And as they ruminate on the subject of how past is prologue, yon judges should heed the thunderous garboil emanating from wounded webcasters, for they shan’t be long alone.

Nay, I venture their plaints shall become a clarion call, summoning the masses to rally to their cause. And rally the masses shall, for ancestral bravery and American instinct for justice comprise the DNA of all citizens whose overburdened backs are bent to breaking under the weight of taxes imposed willy-nilly by unelected mollycoddles.

Men of stout hearts, feathered headdresses, and rouge-daubed faces shall figuratively board a symbolic trader in Boston Harbor. Into the sea shall they cast offending chests of tea rather than submit to insultuous taxes clapped thereupon by fatuous placemen of fartuous character.

Viva La Cucaracha

I call upon every member of every sector of our industry to show steadfast solidarity with webcasters large and small.

Our planet has suffered calamities wiping out entire species, but one creature has always managed to survive. That indestructible creature is of course the lowly and despised cockroach. And lowly and despised is how the RIAA and their CRB lackeys view us, thee and me.

All right then!

So be it. Let us henceforth assume the mantle of those ancient beings – The Cockroaches.

Let us affix an emblem of the same wherever appropriate on our daily dress, as a badge of inspirational honor, a sign of invincibility.

Lettuce march arm in arm, armed to the teeth with the might of right, carrying high the unfurled and proudly flapping flag of that indestructible creature, the cockroach.

Chunk us our gauntlets in the cretinous faces of those who deign to exterminate us.

Lock arms brothers and sisters! Surge forward! Over the River Rubicon of No Return go we. United in sheer numbers, the bastards we shall overwhelm.

And, like our namesake, we too shall prevail.

Lord Lunch
Hamsammich Castle
Worcestershiresauce, England