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A Matter of Competing Priorities

31 Saturday Oct 2015

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This story was told to me by the head of the crime lab of another police department in the Denver area.  I have no reason to doubt that it happened exactly as he related it.

The murder was a particularly brutal, thoroughly senseless, one.  Someone had entered a small store and shot an elderly woman who was working alone.  There was no indication of any kind of resistance.  It appeared the suspect had simply walked in and gunned her down before taking the few dollars that were in the cash register.

When he arrived, the crime lab supervisor tried to organize the search for evidence.  While he worked on the immediate scene in the store, other officers started a canvass of the area.  The shift was a busy one, and personnel were constantly being dispatched from the scene to handle other calls.  The crime scene chief tried to stop this drain of his resources for less important calls.  He was dealing with one of the most brutal crimes he would witness in his career, but was hampered by a lack of manpower.  When one of his officers was pulled because a little old lady demanded an officer take a report on the hit and run driver who killed her dog, he lost his temper.  It did not help his disposition when the watch commander overrode his objections.

When he finally released the crime scene, he had to admit there was not a single clue.  For one of the few times in his career, the investigator found nothing.  There were no prints, no trace evidence, no witnesses to the crime, no one who had seen a car in the area.  The neighborhood canvass had yielded no more, not even anyone who recalled hearing a shot.  He wondered if the diversion of his resources, limited to begin with, had destroyed any chance of developing any leads.

It is impossible, in light of the real tragedy of a life so uselessly lost, to ever say that this story had a happy ending, so let me just say that it had a satisfying one.  Detectives were able to identify a suspect by placing a known violent thug in the area.  He was tried and convicted of the crime, eventually dying in prison.  You see, as he fled the scene, he ran over a little old lady’s dog.

The Political Debate Problem

29 Thursday Oct 2015

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Anyone who saw the CNBC “debate” on Oct. 30 had to conclude that the moderators were quite biased against the participants.  Ted Cruz was right in calling out these supposedly neutral journalists.  We will see more of the same in the eventual debate between the two finalists for the presidency.   The performance by Candy Crowley in the last fiasco proves my point.  I almost expected her to run over and jump into Obama’s lap.

Here, then, is my solution.  Instead of having an impartial group such as the League of Women Voters, which is predictably left-leaning, pick the moderators, why not allow the participants to choose them?  Each side could pick 4 journalists for the debates.  Those chosen would only be allowed to question the other side.  We would then have George Stephanopoulos and Chris Matthews interrogating the Republican, followed by Rush Limbaugh and Karl Rove doing the same to the Democrat.  This would end the softballs for one side and the insulting sneers for the other.  Each would have to contend with really hard, in-depth, explorations of his or her positions and background. 

Do I think this proposal has a remote chance of being implemented?  Of course not.  Democrats are happy with the status quo, with registered Journalist-Democrats writing the script, while Republicans are afraid of offending Independents. 

There, There is no There

15 Thursday Oct 2015

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An uninformed observer would have been justified in believing Guldur Zan to be a heroic figure as he stood watching an angry army storm his palace.  He seemed detached, as if he did not face imminent death at the hands of those he had terrorized for years.  There was no way for him to escape, no place to hide, no comfortable exile awaiting this dictator.  As the forces of rebellion breached the outer gates, he turned and walked to the stairs leading to the roof of his seat of power.  Because he did have a way to escape: not through distance, but through time.

As he strode onto the roof, he noted with satisfaction that the preparations were done.  The large capsule that would transport him a year into the past was moved onto its pad and its massive door was open.  The scientist who had built it was powering up the mechanism.  There was no need to exchange words.  Through many hours of torture, this man, Pronik Sil, had never wavered in his contention that the machine would work.  Had he exhibited any doubts both he and his family would long since have suffered agonizing deaths.  Guldur was completely confident that he would soon be a year in the past, ready to seek vengeance against the plotters, most of whom would not even know they were to become plotters.

He took his place inside the capsule.  It had seemed odd that Pronik had made the device so large, but the scientist had explained that it was necessary to protect Guldur from the time waves that might develop.  It had been so well built that even blaster fire at close range would bounce off harmlessly.  This proved to be a prudent precaution, as the rebel force had penetrated the castle’s defenses earlier than Guldur had expected.  Most likely even his personal guard had defected.  He smiled grimly and thought that his retributions would be more bloody than he had assumed.

The first of his attackers reached the rooftop just as the machinery began to hum.  He could see their surprise when they realized their prey was sitting inside a giant round capsule, grinning at them through a porthole.  One of them turned his weapon toward the tyrant.  Guldur was alarmed as the blaster he carried was aimed at the capsule even though he believed Pronik’s reassurances about its armor shielding.  Relief soon followed, though, as he realized the man’s movements were slowing.  Just as the trigger was pressed, and a narrow beam left the barrel, the man reversed his action and began moving backward toward the entrance.  Guldur was elated, then puzzled as the room seemed to shift toward the right.  In a few seconds he would know terror. 

The leader of the squad that had reached the launching pad had killed or captured the few remaining loyal troops on the roof when he realized that Guldur was a few feet from him, sitting in a large vehicle of some sort.  He raised his blaster and fired in an attempt to disable the craft, but it vanished.

“What happened?  Where is Guldur?” he raged.

Pronik raised himself from behind the desk where he had hidden during the brief battle.

“He’s gone.  What you saw was a time machine.  He is now safely in the past, exactly a year ago, ready to seek vengeance on you and the rest of the plotters,” said the scientist.

“You allowed that monster to escape?  He will kill thousands because of you.”

“If that is true” said Pronik “ how can you be here?  He saw you with his own eyes.  You would have been one of the first to experience the tender ministrations of that animal.  So, you could not be here if he killed you a year ago.”

The squad leader was baffled.  “You said you sent him back a year.  Did you lie?  Was the machine really a death chamber?”

“Oh no, I could never have built such a thing.  Even if I believed in murder, I could not have deceived him over such a long time.  No, what you saw was indeed a time machine.  Guldur is now a year in the past. in exactly the same place he left.”

“Then how..what..I don’t understand..”

“Yes, Guldur is  a year in the past, in the same place he left.  What I never pointed out to him, and he never thought to ask, was where the same place was.  You see, a year ago, the earth was not here.  It was a year away from being HERE.  The exact spot where Guldur found himself was in the middle of empty space, a space that earth would not occupy for another year.  I told him that I had overbuilt his vessel to protect him and that was true.  I wanted to keep him alive so he could suffer for years in his solitary cell.  The bio systems could keep a dozen men alive for years.  He could be alive for decades.”

The soldier quietly considered the enormity of the punishment that Guldur had unwittingly consigned himself to, while the scientist continued.

“It will be a lifetime of the most solitary confinement ever experienced.  There will be no possibility of any human contact of any kind, not even a possibility of seeing the outside world.  The horror will persist for an eternity.”

“An eternity?” questioned the surprised rebel.

“Yes,” said Pronik.  “For us, time will continue from this moment.  For Guldur, this moment will be relived forever.  Remember, as you saw him get into what he thought would be his escape vehicle, he was also out in space, watching the earth hurtle by.  He was no doubt trying to devise some way to warn himself not to get into that prison cell.  But he couldn’t.  And he never will.  As long as time exists, there will be another Guldur starting his dreadful journey.  So far as we are concerned, this event happened once.  For Guldur, it may be his first, or his ten millionth, time to watch the earth pass by.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to rescue my family from the tyrant’s dungeon.”

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