Monday, July 18, 2016

white boys be like

white boys be like it is not what you have but what you do with it, nobody really knows why they say this.... 

 




 

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Conversation opened. 14 messages. All messages read. Skip to content Using Gmail with screen readers Click here to enable desktop notifications for Gmail. Learn more Hide More 2 of 5,884 House Bill 204 Inbox x Doug Beatty 6/19/15 This legislation was proposed by FSAC after they are dismayed at how the A.G.... Peterson, Karen (LegHall) 6/19/15 to me, Dave, Catherine Mr. Beatty, First, I have no idea who you are, why you decided to single me out for your threat, or what exactly you plan to "name" me on. Second, the bill that FSAC presented to Rep. Lynn (the prime sponsor of the bill) was forwarded to the Office of Animal Welfare (at my suggestion) and several significant changes were made to it. Third, the provisions of this bill will be moot when the responsibility for animal cruelty and neglect cases are turned over to the Office of Animal Welfare (which could happen very soon). Sen. Karen Peterson From: Doug Beatty Sent: Friday, June 19, 2015 11:15 AM To: Lawson, Dave (LegHall); Peterson, Karen (LegHall); Catherine Samardza Subject: House Bill 204 Doug Beatty 6/19/15 Senator Peterson, My apologies for not making a more memorable impression whe... Peterson, Karen (LegHall) 6/21/15 Mr. Beatty, ". . . reported violations of citizens by animal control officers... Doug Beatty 6/23/15 Senator Peterson, You are not required to respond to me in any way. Your know... Doug Beatty 6/23/15 ---------- Forwarded message ---------- From: Doug Beatty 11:20 AM (23 hours ago) to Jack.Markell, Hetti.Brown, Sean.Lynn, Karen, bcc: John Dear Senator Peterson, We have business, you have publicly insulted my name and family brand and I haven't gone there with you. Your good friends make squeal like a pig jokes to deride my father and I don't care if you 'don't know what I'm talking about'. Ask around, I do accept apologies and am a person who keeps their word I know a teeny tiny about you and your background. I am going to politely ask you to publicly apologize for stating that complaints against animal control officers are being addressed. Perhaps you were misinformed, didn't know about all those complaints nobody would allow to be discussed at that task force where Judge Ranji was a public member? I don't know what is in or on your mind. I'm asking you to put yourself in a better light. I know the odd fact or two about you. Never mess with an old boatbuilder who has to stop writing for his fans because you don't know who I am or would assert that 56 plus unanswered complaints are addressed by taking Animal Control from a corrupt politically connected contractor to a state that has a long history of civil rights abuses against it's citizens for animal control, like that 62 year old cat lady that Delaware Judge William C. Bradley convicted for cruelty charges in 1989 for not vaccinating cats she hoarded, which is a mental illness issue not a criminal one. Now that was a vague, rambling, and (at times) nonsensical sentence, right? Maybe not. ​ If I have been cryptic, the insult is saying that animal control complaints ARE BEING ANSWERED. I'm not inclined to ignore that injury to the Constitution I swore to uphold. The Navy oath is a bit different from the one you took. I'm offering quarter, trying to mitigate damage, allowing you to save face. However you want to phrase it. Apologize publicly or stand by for laundry day. Maytag compliments of me, metaphorically speaking of course. I remain at your service. . By your leave Ma'am, and that of like minded individuals, this citizen would like to cease providing unpaid constituent services and return to fly fishing, boat building, and being irrelevant writ large. My oath on that too. I lost that race badly four years ago, I would humbly submit that we will all be happier if my phone stops ringing. To borrow a word from you, this is all moot if you apologize. I will wait until close of business Friday before deciding my next step to cure this insult to my friends and quite frankly the repetitive and ongoing stress of desperate people asking a man with no power or connections to help them, who was raised to help others. Which all started over a dog. Think about that, Ma'am and please do reconsider your stance. I take no joy in harming others emotionally. I won't unless your force me to make your past and associates relevant by continuing to be part of the problem. This is not personal, it is business. So many things here get out of control because people tend to dig in instead of reaching out. I'm reaching out. Sincerely, Douglas W. Beatty Magnolia, Delaware *PHONE NUMBER REDACTED. cc: Governor Jack Markell cc: Hetti Brown cc: Sean Lynn Esquire bcc: Jake Smith *as his name was mentioned in linked material cc: file Attachments area Preview YouTube video Survivor of Child Molestation, Greg Kelly: Justice in civil courts Doug Beatty 1:47 PM (20 hours ago) ---------- Forwarded message ---------- From: Doug Beatty

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Vague, rambling, and ( at times ) nonsensical answer to Delaware Natives who ask why I am 'here'

When I started using Linux, it was a nightmare. I actually got hired for a job with no certification or education just for getting it to run on the 386 and 486 intel powered ibm clones. When the pentium came out and the AMD architecture hit we had a bonanza. I had 14 operating systems on one machine and bought my own copy of Windows NT because my cheap azz boss wanted me to bootleg. He wouldn't use Linux. In Y2k Linux laughed while we grungy losers made bank with stupid perl scripts to find text patterns with regex while erbody in the cube farm was getting' tipsy on mouse clicks. We had to kill the black screen when anybody was around and pretend to be using Microsoft, in one of many creative ways. But we were gods in a world of dogs. Then I moved to the big leagues. Application programming. My gift was fixing the broken. But I was broken. I could not resist the streets. The smell of concrete. The people, the adrenalin. Then there was actually helping people now and then. At first I guarded cash and high value items like tractor trailers full of food and other commodities. Then I got into apartment complexes, mall cop sort of stuff. In New Jersey when I got my gaming license it was time to go to blackjack and roulette school, but I had to pay for it. In purple pants with a lavender stripe, grey shirt with purple epaulets. Ivana's boyz at the tower. Trump Plaza 1986. Best Security guard job in the world, I thought. Uniform service, locker rooms, good money, free meals, mandatory breaks, and you NEVER had to rump. Our supervisors where all middle aged to forty or thirty something ex philly cops. I never got dirty or in a fight, had great radio contact and better than excellent working conditions and stupid sexy benefits. Don was and is a good man if you are good to him he's even better. He's not even a RINO, or a DEM, or RED or BLUE he's Don. Love him long time, but no votey presidenty. I'll do ANYTHING for LOVE, but wont' do THAT. Somehow I ended up driving cabs, dating women that did not look like my son, slinging auto parts, and having whores ( their term, I always said ladies ) for friends. Like somebody that could jump in the back of your cab on line and you trusted them to watch it while you went to the men's room. We never hung out, me and any other street people. Cops, cabbies, vendors, sex trade workers, their management, bangers and ballers, but we all were family, however dysfunctional, at Moe's chicken at night and sometimes into the morning. We all ate kosher at the International, like even the Palestinians. Everybody ate bean pies, everybody ate at Marie's Soul Food, and the White House Subs, and Jimmy Cheng's diner next to Mickey D's. Great cheap Chinese American food. We could take the bus or train to Philly as a day trip and eat in Chinatown to get the real stuff. New York was doable. All Good things come to and end. In 89 I was back in the saddle again. Needing a job, asked a nice looking lady in a red sports coat at Union Station D.C., where I could get such a fetching blazer. That was the strart of the thing that came back alive on 7OCT87 when I bagged a skip on N. Salford in Philly and gave him a free ride to a state facility over the river in Jersey. For five hundred bucks. Rent. I got the red sports jacket, then a badge and a commission but no weapons. Just had to figure out a way to charm people into handcuffs, not always a graceful evolution. Did get one textbook hip throw in once, awesome. Magical time. The horse with the large credentials on nightshift in a facility with 55,000 visitors a day. It was like a smushed up town. Railroad, Subway, Buses, Cabs, shops, eateries. All mine. After the suits went home I had the con. Me and my squad liked to play a little game, some folks were looking 4 Amtrack but they got hit by the D squad train. Nights and weekends. Sadly, that came to an end. Contract Burns buttheads. I was offered my current pay to stay. No way. Now I'm on Georgia Avenue at the oldest black owned bank in America. Did real good until somebody came out their mouth with some white stuff on a lovely afternoon. Had to be moved closer to the hood at the U street branch where they were used to ruffians like me. Uptown wasn't #douggiestyle. But the staff at the Georgia Avenue branch did call me Clint because of the way I ran of five guys I was sure were going to tenderize me until the real cops arrived. Good times, then the public housing contracts when D.C. was the murder capitol of America. I could see three in one night. I saw a young man out in front of the Potomac Garden High Rise one unseasonably warm February evening. He was still breathing and conscious when they put him on the bus. I was told he was gone by the time they got to D.C. General as far as speaking again. He never did. I took his last words and had no one to give them too. I cried. Then I had to fire a guy who couldn't stay sober after a righteous shoot. He put a human down, he had no choice and he couldn't live with it. I almost had to fire two times and probably could have shot more times than that. In a very short time. Lucky I never did have to. Somewhere after that I met the Fort Hood shooter Major Nidal Hasan when he was in college at his Dad's restaurant in Roanoke. The hills eventually broke me and I went back to moms. Where the story starts. At Linux. Linus Torvalds set me free. I was making 60k but the company ran out of cash and I got ran over by a jeep. Goodbye common law wife hello Mom. Lewes Delaware. Mom passed on and I had to move on with limited resources. Broken up all to heck. Now I'm in Woodside Meadowbrook the bush with the crooks. It's been tough. Neighbor gunned down on my doorstep. I owned two old revolvers that had been locked in a case for at least four years. Well when the cops laughed it off I cut the lock off. No idea what state the key was located in. I was in Delaware without it. Ex cop friends chided me so I bought a Mossy 500 and an XD 45. I was a revolver and pistol expert in the security biz, Picked right back up with a year at the range. But then as the cops were less and less effective I got better and better around my neighbors. The .45 got traded to a state licensed hunter safety instructor for a 30/30 that will probably now get traded for a muzzle loader. The shotgun is up for any liberal who wants to buy me a brown bess. Even trade. Cough, ahem as long as it's a new Pedersoli replica or better. I don't even use modern guns at all. I like replica cap and ball guns. They are pretty and I shoot so seldom cleaning them is not a big deal. You can use them like any other gun, but more safety and skill is required. You have to take them all the way down to clean them. Every screw and spring. But now I'm fighting harder than ever. Because I'm in a corrupt state with serious ethnic disparity and an oppressed and marginalized black community that endures insults that would have been shocking in 1969. Really. I fight, with one leg that works, no resources against an evil machine. We don't care about the money, who gets buttered on which side of their bread,. Not our thing, the dissidents the outlaws. BUT! Find something that's real, corruption that kills, maims, rapes, incarcerates, and mutilates with impunity. Well then you just bought a one seater. Everybody is getting off of your train. When you're an afternoon talk jock on corporate state controlled media everybody loves you. Outlaws can get some love if they pose properly. But! Take a story where it goes? Not investigating just reading newspaper stories and court documents? On the internet, found with google. Nothing fancy, nothing ground breaking , just a guy pointing to a painted and gps tagged turd in the punchbowl? Nope, not having it. This is insanity. People on both sides talking about taking the country back, and ignoring perverts raping kids and monsters killing them with neglect and abuse, people being horribly tortured in jail. It doesn't have to be this way and nobody has to fight me. I will almost always settle with a friendly gesture and the right words. But Delaware is double down on stupid and dig in on shifting ground time. The ultimate stooopid. And it can be deadly or worse. Without cause. This is small operation. All we need to do is be a good steward to the corporate entities that outnumber the people. I'm quite sure they won't flee to the Caymans if we arrest officials. They do in Pennsylvania. Judges, politicians, lawyers. Stop drop, … But in Delaware? Hell no the state bird is a chicken for a reason. So Delaware, this is why I'm here. I am Douglas Dammit Beatty! The scourge of cyberspace with 1990 HTML skillz and I337 human engineering skills. You people have committed great sins. What proof do I have of your sins? Cyberspace sent me so your sins must have been great. If your sins were venial like California you would have gotten Linus Torvalds. If you were benign Rachel Ray would have gotten the call. But no, your sins are great and it's been a while since you had it #douggiestyle.

Monday, July 4, 2016

PEACE Proper Education Always Corrects Errors

Statement of interest and intent. My name is Douglas W. Beatty and I was born on August 1961 in Abingdon Virginia. I live and work in Magnolia Delaware.
  I do not work for compensation, I work as the result of running for a two year term of office four years ago and being badly beaten in a three way race. I have no authority or power other than that of an ordinary citizen.
  My 'activism' is now and always has been based on the Constitution of Delaware and the Constitution of the United States. I do not practice law, and personally find any comparison linking myself to 'lawyers' writ large libelous. Personal opinion only, not a statement of legal authority.
  If any persons who are elected and or appointed officials are offended by anything I say or do, I would suggest doing your own constituent work and my phone may be quiet and I can go back to blogging about boats and fly fishing.
   Until such time arrives that persons aggrieved by offenses to a Nation I swore to protect cease in seeking my unelected, unofficial assistance as a last resort, I remain at your service.
  My public record is clear, I am a law abiding non violent citizen. I have never sustained any convictions despite four previous arrests and recent attempts to place me in legal difficulty.
  My intent is not to fight anyone, I'd rather go fishing this time of year for a fact. I cannot turn people away who are wronged with no other recourse. So I demand an apology from Vice President Joe Biden to my Father Ned Beatty for presenting the appearance of possible sexual harassment of a political opponent.
   The 'or else' is pretty straightforward. If the Vice President wishes to maintain his apparent appearance in this now informal public dispute I have to respect that position. I will attack the position vigorously but respect the office and the right of the office holder to choose their own course of action.
  I intend to exercise freedom of speech, without that nothing else matters. I have no intentions now nor have I ever intended violence towards any elected or appointed official, person, or group.
  My only goal is justice and equal protection. Many thanks to those who have urged restraint in my own self interest. To paraphrase justice Berger ",, the candle is worth the game...". So if you presume yourself in any position of authority over myself as an American : I remain at your service. Proper Education Always Corrects Errors. PEACE .


Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Merry Christmas

  For all the heated discussions in our mass and social media in America right now, I'm thankful that we can still have discussions openly and in the light of day.

  Grateful to still live in the greatest nation the world has ever seen. How fortunate to have ridden one of our giant steel aircraft carriers across the Atlantic and Mediterranean Oceans. To have traveled to the pacific, the  mighty Mississippi river.

     What a blessing it is to reach this stage of life that so many never see. Having left too soon we never got to say goodbye to most of them.

  By age fifty we all them in our hearts, the ones that are no longer here. How blessed were we not only to have known them but to carry them in our hearts today?

   To have served this country is an honor. To serve others in daily life is a great gift. However whatever. A clean dish is more important than a perfect presentation at times. Never diminish anyone's role in the world.

  More than anything today I want everybody in the world to find peace within, even if it can't be had without. So easy to see when we are fat and warm, feeling secure in our beds. How lucky are we?

   How many people in the world right now would give anything to have so much food that they could actually feed their family too much?

 

Thursday, December 6, 2012

A call to action.

  On October 6, I was a mostly happy political activist. One of those 'alternative' independent candidates for the State House of Representatives in Delaware. Attending a candidate's meet and greet for Independent and Libertarian candidates in Dover Delaware everything changed.

  At the Minority Outreach Center in Dover Delaware a small group of citizens came to meet us. They weren't looking for information on who to vote for. There had been a death in the community ruled a suicide that many felt was a homicide. Another man had been attacked and the people present felt that racism was preventing the Dover Police from properly investigating the assault. Additionally, the men who reportedly assaulted the second man had also reportedly confessed to killing the man whose death was ruled a suicide.

  The other five candidates did the smart thing and ran from that story like it was a hand grenade dipped in a horrible virus. I have taken the oath of office four times, meant it every single time. With no official standing I didn't know what I could do to help the people who came to meet us, but I would try.


   One activist, Dr. Issa also told me he had been falsely arrested at a student protest occurring at Delaware State Univerity and fired. He claimed that he was 'set up'. Having worn a badge as a Special Police Officer in Washington D.C. in venues are varied as Union Station, Public Housing, and Embassy row, this was not a credible claim to me.

  On Tuesday December 4, 2012 in the Court of Common Pleas Dover Delaware, Kent County Courthouse, Courtroom six I heard one patrolman Buchwald and Delaware State University Public Safety Chief Harry Downs give testimony against Dr. Issa. They claimed that Dr. Issa had used foul language and hit the Chief in the chest with a forearm or elbow strike, and resisted arrest.

  The claim was that even though Dr. Issa was engaged in exercising his first amendment rights he had become disorderly when approached by Chief Downs, offensively touched Chief Downs, and subsequently resisted arrest. Chief Downs further testified that he had only initially touched Dr. Issa in a calming manner.

  The day after that testimony word reached some students at DSU regarding the proceedings. One student decided it was time to upload a cell phone video taken the day of the protest showing Chief Downs and Patrolman Buchwald arresting Dr. Issa.



  The story told by Chief Downs doesn't match what the video shows. Even though I've worked with Dr. Issa on the issues in Dover regarding the alleged lynching of Johnny Clark and the assault on Henry J. Fordham. ( see http://troubleindover.blogspot.com/2012/11/is-first-state-dead-last-in-civil-rights.html ) I could not believe his account of the arrest until I saw that video. Dr. Issa appeared to be one hundred percent accurate and it appears that the Chief and Buchwald might not be entirely truthful.

  I don't think Chief Downs and Patrolman Buchwald are mistaken because of the similarities in their testimony. One could suggest conspiracy here given the discrepancies between the testimony of both men and the video evidence.

 This is corruption of the worst sort. Police making up false charges to deprive Dr. Issa of his academic freedom and first amendment rights. The reversible errors I witnessed Tuesday afternoon were shocking. Please sign the petition for Dr. Issa. http://www.change.org/petitions/justice-for-dr-jahi-issa

  Times are tough for all of us. I've donated to Dr. Issa's legal defense fund and beg anyone who can spare any amount to do so as well. The State is trying to bleed Dr. Issa dry financially with a very expensive and drawn out trial for trivial misdemeanors. Please donate what you can. Any and all amounts are appreciated. http://hbcuinstitute.org/

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Tuesday November 13, 2012

Dover City Council, always a barrel of fun!! Eshed Alston, local paralegal and no stranger to the counsel was gavel'd down and the police chief was asked to remove him from the chamber before he yielded. Mr. Alston was addressing the counsel on the proposed name change of a city street to have a Dr. Martin King Avenue.

  Mr. Aslton was talking about a recent controversy concerning the city's position that two African American Men have committed suicide within a half mile of each other by hanging themselves from trees in the last two years. One a local barber and another a star athlete freshman at Wesley College.

  A third man, one Henry J. Fordham portends to have been assaulted at Silver Lake park by two individuals. Police have indicated that they will not investigate any report of an assault on this man because they found his explanation of how he came to be in the company of his assailants untrue and that this individual was known to police as a criminal involved with drugs.

  The city's version of these events is questioned and there is no excuse for the assault of Henry J. Fordham on September 21, 2012 at Silver Lake Park some time before 0600 hours to be dismissed by the police. A complaint should be taken and investigated. To refuse to do so violates Henry Fordham's civil rights.

   Mr. Alston mean to tie the treatment of the African American community real and perceived to the issue of having a Dr. Martin Luther King Boulevard in terms of what it meant to the African American community.

  A white speaker in the same forum was allowed to speak overtime and off topic. This appears to be a clear case of discrimination, the only question to be answered pertains to motive. Was Mr. Alston treated in a disparate manner and deprived of his first amendment rights due to his content or was it his color?

 Do I know what that gavel means? I think I get it. Black people hanging from trees are always suicides, if the police think you aren't a good enough person others can assault and murder you without prosecution, and no major streets are getting a name change to honor Dr. Martin Luther King.  Doesn't mean I'm going along with that agenda.

 Then there were two ladies who almost got into it in the lobby. But that's almost overload to discuss at this point ain't it?