Over Memorial day weekend Libertarians came together from across the country and around the world to nominate their president and vice presidential candidates at their annual national party convention. And for many the top of the ticket for the fall and the general election season is troubling, deeply troubling.
But lets look at it from this perspective for just a minute, shall we? My prediction is that the Johnson-Weld ticket will be Libertarian-lite in that they’ll run under the Libertarian party banner but will, instead, draw from the well of the Never Trump Never Hillary movements in a kind of “A Coalition of the Willing.” Or as Bill Clinton and Dick Morris did so infamously in the 1990’s, “Triangulation.”
In either case I like Bill Weld and have enormous respect for Gary Johnson, ever since 2011 when he first ran for the presidency. Then as now Johnson stands for some of the same things that I do, but with Charles and David Koch, through Bill Weld, pulling on Johnson like he’s a puppet and they’re the masters even I can’t stomach that!
I hate Charles and David Koch with every fiber of my being for what they have done to this great country of ours and this beautiful world in which we all live. They are evil incarnate, in my opinion, and hell itself would be a far worse place with them in it.
I call LINO – Libertarian in Name Only! And for those disgruntled and disaffected Libertarians I offer this as your Battle Cry:
Hold fast, and as Jesse Ventura says, “Stay Vigilant…”
–Rhett.
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And true to form The Democrat Party and its Leader, our President, all had their epic Casablanca Moment.
All day long today, after the festivities, we heard that Democrats were ‘shocked, shocked I tell you’ that the GOP would serve contempt for the Iran Deal even though they’ve known all along that they would. Hypocrite much?
President Barack H. Obama, II. has been given an edict by the American people to arrest and try for violation of the Logan Act the 47 United States Senators who signed an open letter, written by Arkansas Senator Tom Cotton, to so-called Iranian Dissidents to do all that they could to undermine this deal over there.
This is a good deal! Probably the best deal of the Obama presidency, by all accounts. Yet and still the feigned outrage. WHY? The American people, at least 322,000 of them anyway – as of today. Has given you an out Mr. President. [A mandate really.] Remove the obstacle. Or in the Words of the Holy Bible,
“And if thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee: for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish, and not that thy whole body should be cast into hell..” – Matthew 5:29, The Holy Bible; King James Version
OR do you want to continue your Casablanca Moment [Democrats and] Mr. President, politically speaking?
#ArrestThe47
— Rhett E. Column
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NEW YORK, New York – I try not to interject personal feelings into an issue. Try and remain as objective and above-board as possible but there comes a time when a line of demarcation must be drawn in the sand of human frailty and the words, “Enough, that is enough!” Must be said. “You go only so far and you go no farther. As of this moment your services are no longer needed, pack your stuff and get the hell out-of-town..”
You cannot allow or permit the premature deaths of citizens like Eric Garner or Christopher Dorner
and expect to get away with it. For to long now Bill Bratton has been given creative license by a police state hell-bent on the destruction of the Citizenry of the United States of America and one might add the Citizenry of the World.
It is people like Bill Bratton that give a bad name to the Central Organization of Police Specialists (COPS) . That sully the names and reputations of truly good and decent public servants like Officers Liu and Ramos.
Because of this fact stranger than fiction I don’t like Bill Bratton, never have, and I never will. The man is, as far as I am concerned, evil incarnate. He should be fired and then arrested for his high crimes and misdemeanors against humanity.
The city and its people MUST get to the business of cleaning house and they must not be afraid to do it. Be afraid of the COINTELPRO-police state-good old boy-network that is all to willing to forgive, forget, and move on past the right of Justice being served to those who have done the People harm.
These are the people who MUST be made an example of. They must be exposed, publicly, for who and what they are. Evil incarnate. And unless and until the men and the women of this still great City take a stand, and fire Bill Bratton the police state will continue to have its way with a people and a place that is weak to it. To weak to do anything about it. To naïve to understand the ways in which you need to go about it. Or, and perhaps, to young to care? To unsuspecting of the ways of evil. Innocent to a core.
Aren’t these perfect examples of the ones who turn their backs to what is right instead of what is wrong?
Watch this space closely folks and until then, “Good night and good luck” fellow Citizens of Earth…
–Rhett.
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Yet we know the gambit on these two slain in-the-line-of-duty N.Y.P.D. cops. Additionally, there’s the picture or social media screen grab I have at the opening of this posting. Notice the gun? Anything seem wrong to you about that picture? About that hand gun in particular?
Look closely. Additionally notice the pants and boots in the side beside frames. How neat, tidy, pressed almost to perfection, that they are.
Even the boots, galoshes, are neat as a pen. No scuff marks, blemishes. They look brand new.
Now, question, why would an alleged twenty-something year old ‘drifter’ and ‘Facebook Cop Basher’ be so neat and tidy over himself? Furthermore how could a ‘transit’ be so clean? Have such a clean gun, clean clothes, shoes and more?
I mean if I’m Mr. Brinsley, and I’m not, but if I were Mr. Brinsley I am going to be starving. Without cash. Purpose. Direction. Especially if I am a ‘transit’ and a ‘drifter’. Even if I did like to ‘bash cops’ on my Facebook Page.
Last I looked bashing cops on Facebook pages and other social media didn’t put beans in a bowl or cornbread and hot butter on a pie plate.
Millions of people living there, millions more visiting. That requires a level of police presence that is commiserate of the times.
And we already know for a fact that police target the following communities: Elderly, Disabled, Homeless, Veterans and Minorities.
But police also target public advocates. Public servants and those with whom they disagree.
It is true that Mr. Brinsley ‘bashed cops’. Who doesn’t? Especially when we get a speeding ticket or get pulled over for some ‘minor traffic violation’ or ‘infraction’. All of us, at one time or another in our lives have ‘bashed cops’ for different reasons. So Mr. Brinsley was no exception. It is just alleged that he ‘bashed cops’ more than others.
Somehow though this extra judicious bashing warrants a ‘watch’ though.
The Baltimore Police Department under the direction of Police Commissioner Anthony W. Batts elects to send a ‘watch’ notice about Mr. Brinsley by facsimile to the main office for the NYPD.
And almost exactly as events were unfolding between the three men in question Saturday afternoon on the streets of New York City.
Can you imagine? A facsimile? That’s like ‘phoning it in’. Yet this proud notary of tradition, protection and service ‘phones it in’ via fax because well, they’re busy. And sending it in by fax seemed the best use of one’s time and attention.
It mattered not to Hoover and Tolson. If it could be ‘spied on’ ‘lied on’ or ‘subverted toward destruction and ruination’ then this was a good thing an ‘American thing’.
And ‘American things’ to Hoover & Company was the best way and only way toward a so-called ‘lasting peace and prosperity’. Bottom line. And the same holds true today.
Meet Mr. Dennis Burke, aka ‘Thadeaus Umpster’ an activist and concerned citizen who was spied on and harassed for two years by the COINTELPRO division for the NYPD almost to the point of death.
Mr. Burke, aka Mr. Umpster has a compelling story, and one that I think should be shared and at the very least discussed since he was one of the people responsible for starting the Occupy Wall Street Movement in the mid 2000’s.
You can’t sell cigarettes on the street corner and you can’t kill cops. Even if you are down on your luck. Hard pressed. Without a real home, job, prospects and the like because we put you there, placed you in that life for a yet as unknown but knowns to us only purpose.
It upsets and offends us. And will get you in a world of trouble with us!
This is the new normal in America and amongst American lives who, for whatever the reason, and in many cases, if not all cases, have clashed with police or had run-ins with the law through no-fault of their own.
It starts, really, with a family or a name, perhaps even a lineage? Police are told by superiors harass, confuse, and confound this person, this place, this organization or civic-minded effort until it cracks, breaks and folds up altogether.
When and if it does all the more better. But if it won’t then the police will make it. Even to the point of death or near death of someone or some thing. Bottom line.
This is ultimately the marque and reprisal of the police state.
This is where we are, unfortunately, here in the United States of America. And unless we do something to stop it. Put a stop to it altogether then it will continue.
It will get far worse before it ever gets any better. Because kill cops will kill cops to score points or to gain sympathy with what they consider to be a gullible crowd. The naïve. The ‘I just wanna update my Facebook page and forget all about it’ crowd.
Such is the modus operandi of these people. And we have a duty, those of us who care, who are genuinely interested in civic action, civil nobility, we have an obligation to expose them by telling the truth about what they do, who they are, and what they are all about.
We owe it to the dead and dying. The victims of police brutality. Harassment. Etc. We owe it to the police officers not unlike Liu and Ramos who, were, by all accounts, good and decent officers of the law but that fell victim to the COINTELPRO juggernaut. Became, for some strange unknown known reason a pawn, a sacrificial lamb to advance a long-standing, long-running organization agenda, that while hidden to the outside and unknowing world, occasionally, rears its ugly head with motive, intent, purpose and opportunity.
Until then, “Good night and good luck” fellow citizens of earth…
–Rhett.
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ARKANSAS CITY, Kansas – It’s the last night of the month, the last day in May of 2014. You are driving home with your child on a fairly secluded stretch of road in the south-eastern most portion of Kansas. Suddenly a police car stops you and then, then what was supposedly a, “routine traffic stop” turns into one of the worst days of a family’s life.
One gun shot rings out. Then a second. Then a third. Followed rapidly by two more gunshots. And Mr. Tayler Rand Rock, 22, of Arkansas City, KS. is dead. His one year old child in a car seat, just inches away from him, I fear, saw it all.
A call for help and, “shots fired, shots fired” goes out over the police radio. Within mere minutes a stretch of secluded highway becomes like a long and then a short version of, “Friday Night Lights.”
I have delayed, just a bit, in putting this blog post out because of the sensitive nature of this case. The key players. And frankly the state in which this crime of passion took place. Kansas. Home of the multimillionaire Koch Brothers, Charles and David, Koch Industries in Wichita, KS.
Not to long ago I shared with this audience about two very, very important questions that one needs to ask themselves everyday, and I would to God wished that I could have asked these two questions of Tayler Rand Rock before he died but I have asked these two questions of his family ,of his Uncle Patrick Lane of Wichita, KS. Toward the end of a three-hour telephone interview I had with him on Wednesday night, and that is this,
“Who Am I? (And) Why Me?”
If a person or an entire family will ask themselves these two questions and then answer them by getting into their roots, their background, their case history then crimes of passion like these will not ever happen again. Or and at the very least be used as an excuse to cover things up.
By all accounts from his Uncle, Tayler was the best kid you would ever want to meet. Growing up it was noted early on that Tayler had a love and passion for music, making music, singing, such was second only to his dad, Regan Rock, and his Uncle.
Tayler’s Uncle shared with me that at the early going, almost immediately, he noticed Tayler’s talent when at two years old he took Tayler for a ride one day, and while riding in the car and listening to the radio, Tayler took to singing along. Patrick to. ‘Really singing the song’ he said. All of the sudden, ‘I stopped singing for just a minute and I began to hear one of the best tones to a musical note I had ever heard in my life and it was coming from Tayler, and this kid is like two years old at the time, and it was then that I knew he had the gift for singing. For music.’
But such didn’t stop their. Tayler excelled in everything. Whether it was music, sports, scholastic aptitude. ‘I mean this kid could do it all’, Patrick shared. ‘And he had the look, he was, he knew how to dress, wear nice clothes, was just the nicest kid in school, well liked, popular. Made good grades, excelled in sports.’
And by all accounts elsewhere this is in fact the case. Across Arkansas City or ‘Ark City’, Kansas, where Tayler and his family are from. Tayler was the ‘all around kid’. Fun. Funny. Fun-loving. Helpful. Polite to his core. Down to earth. And always, always, always ‘ready to sing a song’.
It mattered not the day or the hour if you asked Tayler Rock to sing he would! And at the drop of a hat. Watch!
And on this secluded stretch of State and U.S. Highway???
I kept asking myself, delaying this report all the while. Not because I didn’t want to take this story to press. I most assuredly do! Of that there can and should be no mistake.
I haven’t been in the best of health lately, and I was deeply curious about where the police stood. Where the Justice System for Cowley County, KS. stood on this issue.
All were nice enough because they had to be but smart enough to not give me anymore than what I was asking for in the way of answers.
By the way, and in the interests of full disclosure I merely asked for press releases and semi-public to public statements of expression on this case. Because I knew when getting in to Freedom of Information Act Request and Privacy Request I would be even far more delayed in releasing this posting.
Enter Ana Bedolla. By all accounts Ana Bedolla and Tayler Rock had a lengthy and at time tumultuous relationship at best. Having a child but never becoming formally engaged to each other and then getting married to settle down and raise the baby accordingly.
This precious angel. Who was in the car the night her father, pictured with her as well, was killed.
It has been said that Ana Bedolla had it in for Tayler, especially after their relationship officially ended in the early going of 2014.
That she looked for any and every excuse to ‘stick it to Tayler’ in some way. Additionally that she used a connection or connections she had, had with the Cowley County Sheriff’s office to facilitate Tayler Rand Rock’s demise.
It would be one thing to say Tayler Rock had it coming. Was a bad father to his two small children, which he was not by the way in fact.
By all accounts he was an excellent father, caring only and always for the welfare and betterment of his two little girls. Whatever this little angel above and this little angel
here needed heaven and earth were moved until these two babies got whatever it was that they needed. Period. Full stop.
But it has been contended by Tayler’s family and I believe them based on the Who Am I, Why Me axiom, that Ana Bedolla was deeply concerned about the welfare of her child and that Ms. Bedolla herself reached out to authorities with the Cowley County Sheriff’s Department and this man …
A veteran with the Cowley County Sheriff’s department for nearly a decade responded but not for or in the interests of the child but for a ‘routine traffic stop’ on suspicion of Tayler Rock driving on an expired license. Officer Steve Deill befriended Ana Bedolla through her work with the county jail system there in Cowley County, KS.
It has been reported that Officer Deill would pick Ana up from her home daily, during the week, and take her to and from work in his truck. And that they would be seen together in various places throughout Cowley County, KS. Either shopping or eating lunch/dinner together.
Although Ms. Bedolla maintains that the relationship between her and Officer Deill is ‘friendly in nature’. The family of Tayler Rock contends more based on evidence and Bedolla’s very own words to Tayler’s Uncle Patrick and Tayler’s Step Father Darren Parke just days after Tayler’s death on the front porch of the family’s home.
Ana came to Patrick and pulled him aside to say ‘look I want you to know I had nothing to do with this. And even though Tayler and I had our issues he was a good father to our baby and this is not my fault’.
Repeating, ‘I had nothing to do with this and the Deputy is just a friend and he was helping me out with the baby’.
Hold that thought won’t you?
Of course and in the process of initial events unfolding there was zero mention of a child, welfare thereof, etc. In fact what has been mentioned, and what was mentioned in the days that followed by Cowley County Officialdom is that this was ‘a routine traffic stop gone horribly wrong’. Furthermore that the child was discovered in the car by the officer ‘merely by accident’. Hmm. That’s interesting.
Because this ‘accidentally discovered after the fact child, a one year old baby girl, the same baby girl pictured slightly above, was in fact in
the rear seat of this car when her daddy was murdered, outright, by Officer Deill on the night of Saturday, 31 May 2014.
Can you imagine?
Again I ask, and can only ask, will continue to ask, “Who Am I? Why Me?”
Additionally is this Justice Served? Is the putting down a rabid kid, strung out on pot the night he died, really a necessary act?
As if he was some kind of rabid animal. Craven. Crazed. Wild eyed and ready to kill Officer Deill. It’s for crap folks!
Tayler Rand Rock was a good kid. A great young adult. Who was, prior to his death, well on his way to musical stardom.
Yet, still, and all it became somehow abundantly clear to Officer Steve Deill that he had no choice in the matter. Tayler Rand Rock was ‘high’ on pot’ and he had to be put down, he was resisting arrest, resisting repeated commands and more. Advancing toward the Officer in a threatening manner with his upper most torso, hands and arms sticking out the driver’s side window when he was stopped. Such are the makings of a crazed individual are they not?
And so CASE CLOSED. We must, must move on from all this. Get past this. Yeah it’s tough as nails we know but hey THE MAN’S gotta do what the Man wants to do. Consequences. Desires. Wishes of the accused be damned. Especially the cries of a one year old child.
Who Am I? Why Me?
Why would police elect to kill Tayler Rock? What is the reason behind it?
I mean aside from the usual public contentions. He was young. Socially active. Upwardly mobile. Smoked a little grass to relieve stress. And on occasion posted varying concerns about police brutality on his Facebook Page and other social media.
And this was somehow a problem perhaps? I would say or answer, “Not entirely…”
In fact what I would say is that all of these things. The friendly in nature only relationship Officer Deill has with Ana Bedolla, Tayler’s last girlfriend, and Shea Carusoul his first girlfriend and the mother of his first child. To manipulate. To set Tayler Rand Rock up for a fall because of who he is and why he is.
The Rock Family has always had a place at the table. But and of late it would seem or appear, at the very least to this author, that such is in major contention with someone.
Someone, somewhere has it in for the Rock Family. Starting with Tayler. You see killing off the young first is the mark if a good hunter. It keeps them from coming after you especially if, on the rare occasion, you elect to kill off the older ones in the family first.
The younger ones will come after you hunter. Whoever you are. So my hat, personally, is off in a sense to you. But you left out the fact of the wrath of an angry mother. It is ‘Diary of a Mad Black Woman’ come to life. BIG MISTAKE on your parts. #sadbuttrue
Enter Mrs. Jacqueline Parke. Folks! I have had the honor and privilege of knowing many powerful and important people in my life. Many of them women. And let me tell you Jacqueline Parke is as powerful, important and as determined as ever to bring to Justice the MURDERERS of her child. Bottom line.
She has dug in. And is, according to her brother Patrick, ‘getting fire back into her belly’.
Daily she posts to the ‘Murders!’ of her son Tayler. Exposing them publicly for the lies and innuendo that they have spread against the blood stained super highway of the information age where technology and modern man collide.
They say you do not want to be on the wrong side of history well I say you don’t want to be on the wrong side of ‘Ms. Jackie’!
Woe be unto those who would do harm to a living mother’s children.
I do not envy the individuals who will continue to be exposed for the MURDERS that they truly are.
As I draw this posting to a close I have been struck in my spirit by two things. First the encounter I had by phone with Mr. Patrick Lane earlier this week.
He is as posed and determined as ever to bring to Justice himself the killers of his nephew who was more like a son to him since he was instrumental in Tayler’s upbringing.
I was struck by his pose. And his candor. He was honest and direct with me. Answering every one of my questions without fail or exception. Holding nothing back. Telling the truth to its fullest about his son.
And although it was just one of many conversations I hope to have with Patrick I was particularly awestruck with this one because it was as if while we were speaking I could feel a presence. The presence of Tayler. Over the phone. I could hear, faintly, the laughter of innocent youth. The smiles of a proud son toward a dad who was speaking proudly about his child.
I could sense and hear distantly, the words, “At a boy Unc! You tell this man about me. Who I was. I appreciate that. I love you. I love you. I love you…” These words were repeated and repeated almost entirely through our near three-hour telephone conversation.
Second, I was struck by the talent in Tayler. His ability to sing. Write his own music and openly express himself in ways like this. Watch!
Time and again Tayler would do two things throughout his life. Go to great lengths to be the best father he could be to his children. Working tirelessly for them. And he would sing like no other. Determined to do something with his God-given talent to make his children’s lives and that of his own life all the more better.
This kid was no craven pot head who was stopped for some sort of minor infraction that went terribly wrong as the police state for Cowley County, KS. contends!
This was a good kid. A decent young adult. A true human being of the world. A fellow citizen, a fellow traveler on life’s highway.
And because of a crime of passion, “officially”, and a family background that would make anyone envious. The stars aligned and under the darkness of a secluded U.S. Highway system through a stretch of Southeast Kansas it was deemed necessary for Tayler Rock to succumb, to be a pawn in a craven dream of delusions of grandeur and power from Topeka to Denver, CO for someone. (???)
I hearken aback to Who Am I? Why Me? Because a man named Tyrone Rollins taught me how to ask that. Taught me about asking those two all-important yet simple questions of yourself and your roots.
This murder was not a crime of passion or a routine traffic stop gone horribly wrong. It was because of who Tayler Rand Rock was and why he was here. More importantly why the Rock family is here and why it is so important for the officialdom across Kansas to get rid of them. By any means necessary.
A song has been in my head for the last three days since my telephone conversation with Patrick Lane ended and I will close this posting with it. Watch!
And UNTIL Justice is SERVED for Tayler Rand Rock I will not rest. I will be stuck in the middle. With LOVE for his Family and LOVE for A System and Rule of Law not seen or heard since the foundations of the free world were laid.
–Rhett.
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I thought and thought for a minute, then I thought and thought some more so I went back into my last and most recent pictures and I thought about this one that I took at Christmas last year, just outside my house. A beautiful night-time photo. Take a look and see if you don’t agree. Thanks for the challenge!
Peace.
–Rhett.
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We’re just inviting you to take a timeout into the rhythmic ambiance of our breakfast, brunch and/or coffee selections. We are happy whenever you stop by.