Wednesday, December 1, 2021

Denee Rawls Another Victim of Bail Reform

From CMPD: 

Detectives with the Charlotte-Mecklenburg Police Department's Homicide Unit have charged Nicholas Davis, 21, for the murder of Denee Rawls. 


On November 22, 2021, Denee Rawls willingly left her residence on Robur Court; however, her family grew concerned for her safety when she did not return, and they reported her missing on November 24, 2021. 

On November 29, 2021, the investigation led detectives near the 7400 block of Harrisburg Road, where they located the deceased victim. 

Homicide detectives quickly identified the victim's boyfriend, Nicholas Davis, DOB: 11/06/1999, as the suspect in the case, and a warrant was issued for his arrest. 

Early Tuesday morning, detectives with the CMPD's Violent Criminal Apprehension Team located and arrested Davis. Following his interview with detectives, Davis was transferred to the custody of the Mecklenburg County Sheriff's Office, where he was charged with her Murder. The investigation into this case is active and ongoing. 

Anyone with information about this incident is asked to call 704-432-TIPS and speak directly to a Homicide Unit detective. 

Detective Condron is the lead detective assigned to this case. The public can also leave information anonymously by contacting Crime Stoppers at 704-334-1600 or http://charlottecrimestoppers.com

Cedar's Take: Davis is no stranger to Law Enforcement he had been arrested last year on a damage to property and assault by pointing a gun charge and was out on an unsecured bail.

Denee Rawls is just another victim of Charlotte Mayor Vi Lyles unwavering support of "Bail Reform" a liberal initiative that allows violent offenders back out on the streets within hours of their arrest for violent crimes.  

This is a cultural thing, cheating woman and next thing you know these thugs are "goin down to shoot their old lady" Hendrix himself justified this behavior with Hey Joe. Billy Roberts even years would say that while he found fame with Hendrix's version of his song he was troubled by the glorification that the song was interpreted with.

Since then the song has become a Rock standard. But Hendrix's version 50 years later is still the most favored version. The perception remains she deserved it.

Shopping With Robert Frost

Did you know that beyond the critical race theory madness and the abandonment of cursive that poetry is no longer taught at the high school level? Yep Dead Poets Society is really dead in public schools. Thanks CMS. 

Always from a few years back.

It's a cold grey day, the Bermuda grass on the golf course has turned to the color of straw and for the first time since early spring all the golfers are wearing long pants. 

I too have given up the cargo shorts opting for cargo "pants", as today there is much to do. 

Shopping; oh how I loath shopping, but I've committed to buying some bicycles for the Salvation Army who will gift them to unknown numbers of children. 

Last year they had 115 more requests than they had bicycles, this year I expect it will be more than ever before, so WalMart I'll head off to before the day is over. 

But in all the shopping madness there needs to be a little time to pause, as Robert Frost did so many years ago, I am tempted to think he was out shopping when this poem came to mind.

 

Whose woods these are I think I know. 
His house is in the village though; 
He will not see me stopping here 
To watch his woods fill up with snow. 

My little horse must think it queer 
To stop without a farmhouse near 
Between the woods and frozen lake 
The darkest evening of the year. 

He gives his harness bells a shake 
To ask if there is some mistake. 
The only other sound's the sweep 
Of easy wind and downy flake. 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. 
But I have promises to keep, 
And miles to go before I sleep, 
And miles to go before I sleep. 

 Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening - Robert Frost 

 An interesting note is how the third line sets up the rhyme for the each following stanza.


Monday, November 29, 2021

This Little Piggie Went To Jail

A Mecklenburg County jury convicted Kendrick Piggie of charges arising from an argument with his ex-girlfriend in which he shot at her car and rammed it while she was at a police station in early 2019. 

Kendrick Piggie Photo Courtesy MCSO

In February 2019, when the woman drove off with her four children, Kendrick Piggie chased her for 30 minutes, ramming her car, brandishing a gun, and threatening to kill her, prosecutors said. 

The woman drove to a Charlotte-Mecklenburg Police Department division office and informed officers that Piggie had hit her car and had a gun. 

Despite being at the police station, prosecutors said Piggie rammed the woman’s car two more times and fired six shots, hitting her car twice. 

Piggie tried to escape, but he wrecked his SUV and was captured hiding behind trash bins. 

A jury convicted Piggie on November 19 of multiple charges, including possession of a firearm by a convicted felon and assault with a deadly weapon with a minor present. 

The judge sentenced Piggie to 60 to 84 months in prison and handed down up to another two years on Piggie’s sentence but agreed to suspend it if he completes 36 months of supervised probation.

As of this morning Mr. Piggie remains in the custody of MCSO. It is unclear if he will serve any time in addition to the 25 months he was held before making bail on March 26, 2021. 

At trial he was remanded to the MCSO and taken into custody, and it remains unclear if the judge ordered the suspended sentence in lieu an active sentence or if the suspended sentence only applies to the felon with a gun charge and will run consecutively.  

Yankee Christmas Comes To Charlotte - A Repost

A few years (2008) back I wrote a letter (below) to the Editors at the Charlotte Observer. Who does that any more? 

I was annoyed and perplexed by the Yankee transplants who wear puffy jackets gloves and toboggans just because the calendar says November even if it is sunny and 65 degrees.

They dress for New Jersey November and not Charlotte were fall runs until well past Christmas. 

And so It shouldn't surprise me that they run roughshod over my Southern Christmas traditions.

So Here's the letter a "re-post" hope you don't mind.

Garish and shrill are not words normally associated with our Southern Christmas. 

But leave it to transplanted northerners to bring their idea of Christmas to Charlotte.

A Southern Christmas has been for nearly 200 years the highlight of social awareness and decorum. A carefully placed single red bow on a mail box, a wreath on a window, or the extreme southern extravagance a fruit laden mantle piece or front door dressing. 

How odd it is to see blow-up snowmen in yard after yard in a land where snow is a rarity.


An illuminated blow up Santa and baby Jesus standing side by side, along with strings of lights that not only run the roof line but outline each and every window. Flashing, buzzing, whirling displays are suddenly aplenty.

It seems to our transplanted northern neighbors that if it doesn't look right the first time, just buy some more. My once classic southern neighborhood has become the Griswold Family Christmas card in "Da Hood".

Not one but two blow up Grinch reside within my neighborhood, they seem to sneer at my cherished southern accent along with the 11 Frosty the Snowman that abound.

One neighbor is even convinced that the poly packing meant to keep the red bow from being crushed wasn't worth the trouble of removing before attaching to his mailbox.



The Southern Christmas was once the product of the tough times following reconstruction. A single candle was spared, magnolia branches cut, the forest scoured for a couple of perfect pine cones and a in a good year a tree was taken, most often a good sized cedar would do.

In more recent time, a trip to Simpson's, was always in order, the best tree from the lot on Kings Drive was always a welcome event no matter how cold the day.


Later this year as I drive past the wonderful homes that abound in my 28277 zip code I can count on not one real Christmas tree being laid at the curbside the day after Christmas.

Oh have times changed.

A Foot Note: I know I'm being a Snob, a Grinch and so on... I know the kids like the lights and that I should let people do their own thing. But I'd really like to see the stars rather than the glare from 15 Million GE Christmas Wonder Lights. 

Then there was the 3 year old down the street, I'd bitched about the yard full of inflatables in years past and just saw "Dad" installing a Hello Kitty Christmas inflatable.

I had to eat my words when I drove past the second time and saw the little girl standing in the doorway her eyes wide with wonder at the amazing sight of the giant blow up Hello Kitty.

OK Lord I Give!




Saturday, November 27, 2021

Salvation Army is WOKE? What a horrible Mistake!

As you've likely heard by now, the Salvation Army has been losing donors by the kettle full after it was revealed that they have adopted a CRT platform and Woke agenda.

This is terribly sad news. We won't be ringing the bell this year after all. 

Times change so in a way I guess its ok. But ten years ago this was my post on the Salvation Army Red Kettle Drive:

Ding, ting, ting, ding, ting, the sound echoes across the cold, wet parking lot pavement. A sound as familiar as Silent Night or Joy to the World, it’s the sound of the Salvation Army during Christmas.

 

The night air is full of dampness, and the cold wind jumps around the north side of the building threatening to knock over the Salvation Army tripod and sign that supports a red bucket, known for the past 100 years as the kettle. 

During the past dozen or so years this has been my place for at least one night during the weeks that lead up to Christmas. 

A Christmas tradition began years ago, with an unattended kettle on another cold and rainy night. The bell ringer had walked off the job, perhaps his shift had ended and his replacement a “no show”. 

Whatever the reason the sight of the bell on the sidewalk and the apron hanging on the back side of the sign was a call to action, and ever since that day my family has rung “the bell” for
the "Army".

 

And so it goes that on this cold night, I and Mrs. Cedar are in front of a South Charlotte Wal-Mart ringing the night away. 

A vast majority of bell ringers are paid by the Army to ring the bell. They work the part-time temporary job, from Thanksgiving til the 23rd of December. 

For many it is the only work they can find. The hired ringers have varied styles, some that sing, some that have a little dance; many are as happy as St. Nick himself, but others act as if they are mimes and say or do nothing at all. 

But we are of a different sort. We take only a few days or nights each year and spilt the work among more than a dozen family members who often ring the bell together. I suspect the boom box which plays the sound track from Vince Guaraldi’s “A Charlie Brown Christmas” endlessly puts a smile on most everyone’s face, and perhaps encourages folks to open their wallet just a little wider. 

We all wear the Salvation Army "red aprons" a sign of service and some of the family wear Santa hats, red scarfs and even red sweaters. 



The job is both sobering and amazing; honestly it’s a lot more fun than you would think. 

In front of the local Wal-Mart this past Saturday we rang “the bell” from 10-8 providing Christmas music for all, and drinking plenty of hot chocolate and coffee to stay warm. 

What amazes me most, are the people.

 

 Keep in mind the Salvation Army is a Church, so we say Merry Christmas a lot, no “Happy PC Holiday” greeting from us. 

By the way if you ask me, saying Merry Christmas is one of the biggest joys of the holiday season. 

Salvation Army bell ringers are often the same people the Army benefits during the winter. 

So people are sometimes confused when they walk by and see a couple wearing Barbour Jackets and Timberland Boots. 

One year a man who attends of our church did a double take, shocked to find my father a member of the church vestry ringing a bell for the Salvation Army. 

The man stood there with his mouth open and then in a surprised voice asked “What are you doing here?” My father always quick with a joke offered that he was doing community service. 

The man walked away shaking his head, it took another six months to squelch the rumor that my dad had been convicted of some crime that required many hours of community service 

Throughout the night, there are those who shrug, or say they are sorry that they don’t have any change. 

Others walk by and won’t even look at us, and many will go out of their way to avoid using the  door closest to us. To some we ARE the homeless, they won’t make eye contact as they walk by, afraid to speak to us for fear we might begin preaching about the Birth of Christ. 

Others actually take pity on us. 

A light mist was falling across the parking lot, when an older women approached. She carefully placed 5 dollars in the kettle and in a heartfelt voice she tells me: I pray that things get better for you and your wife. "Bless you" I politely replied. 

Often it is those who have the least, that dig down the deepest. 

A single mother carefully takes a dollar out of her purse, into the kettle it goes. A bus driver waves us over and hands us two tens. I watch as a Wal-Mart stockman helps a customer load up a large LCD television into his car, the customer tips the employee with a $20.00. As the employee walks back into the store he turns to the kettle and in goes the picture of Andrew Jackson. 

A woman in Parda boots and a fur coat briskly walks by, skipping the red kettle and in the process, nearly tripping over a young couple in t-shirts with five kids in tow. 

Each of the children is handed a small amount of change and one by one the coins trickle into the kettle. 

Later the same women with the fur coat exits the store and slides in the black Mercedes that has been idling in the fire lane for nearly twenty minutes. 

Then there are the Latinos, who place money in the kettle coming and going. They simile when we say MERRY CHRISTMAS, and I wonder if they understand my English, maybe I should say Feliz Navidad? 

I know they don’t have the money to spend so why do they do it? I’m cold and nearly asking the question out loud. By 8:40 the van rolls up, the young black man a full time Salvation Army employee is cheerful and friendly. He unlocks the kettle and places it in the van where six men will take the long ride back to the men's shelter for tonight. 

The Salvation Army’s work goes on, but my work is done until next year. 

After ringing the bell for 3 and ½ hours my feet are numb, my face cold and the bell is still ringing in my ears……. Ding, Ding, Ding…. I'm fortunate that I don't need a ride to the shelter. 

Blessed that my wife and I can stop at Five Guys for a hamburger and coke, where the girl behind the counter says Merry Christmas! as we walk out the door. 

Yes, Merry Christmas indeed!

Tuesday, November 23, 2021

WBTV's Molly Grantham Clueless Wonder ATV's on the Streets of Charlotte?

Molly Grantham is Charlotte's walking talking blonde joke. So it is no surprise she would be stunned to see dozens of ATV and Dirt Bikes racing down the Charlotte's streets. 



Back a few weeks ago she tweeted "Anyone else hear or see these ATV-slash-dirt bikers ride through Uptown and Charlotte neighborhoods? Huge crew. Very disruptive. Started taping :45-seconds in; still had :45-sec left. Anyone know anything? Are all vehicles street legal? Been going on for months." 

She included video of a scene most of Charlotte has seen at one time or another around all areas of the Queen City.

Yet the the clueless "news bimbo" even askes if they are "street legal". Not sure if this level of stupid is long COVID or just that she lives within her own bubble.

Charlotte taxpayers have long complained about reckless gangs of illegal street racers for the last five years (not months). 

In 2019 Michael Adams died on West Boulevard after impacting the I-77 bridge while trying to elude CMPD Officers.

Albemarle Road is often the playground of these idiots using the old Eastland mall parking lot and neighboring streets.

CMPD lacks the resources to arrest dozens of riders at a time, and the Mecklenburg DA and local judges with not enforce the laws to give this behavior a "knock out" punch.

Then add the liberals and elected democrats who justify this madness by saying they have nowhere else to ride.

So after hearing this has been going on for years and even has caused loss of life you'd think Bimbo Molly would at lease to do a story about it? Of course not!


Wednesday, November 17, 2021

Stop Charlotte City Council from changing the name of Morrison Boulevard

Charlotte City Council Potted Plants are at it again this time they want to change the name of a SouthPark street because they believe the street is named for a former Governor who they came was racist! 

Morrison Boulevard just happens to be the business address for more than 500 Charlotte businesses. Changing the name of Morrison Boulevard represents an undue burden of monumental costs and massive logistics to each of these businesses. 



The costs alone are estimated to be in excess of more than $1,500,000.00 to rebrand these businesses, and their stationary, business cards, websites and social media accounts. 

The logistical nightmare is beyond comprehension.

Benefits of changing the name are nonexistent beyond virtue signaling and a feel good moment for a small group of Charlotte politicians and activists. 

Charlotte City Council and the Mayor of Charlotte need to abandon the idea of changing the name of Morrison Boulevard immediately.

Sign the petition here

Friday, November 12, 2021

Another Day Another Catch and Release Felon Goes On A Crime Spree

From WBTV:

A man was arrested Wednesday night after Charlotte-Mecklenburg police say he was armed with a stolen gun, fled in a stolen car and barricaded himself in a shed. 

An off-duty officer was at a Shell gas station off the 5600 block of Brookshire Boulevard around 9:40 p.m. Nov. 10 when he saw a man wearing a bulletproof vest. The man, Jaquavian Byrd Caldwell, 19, had a gun and while CMPD didn’t specify what he was doing with it, said in a press release his actions with the gun “troubled onlookers and raised a concern for public safety.” 

Jaquavian Caldwell has been arrested a dozen times in the last two years.

Caldwell left in a car and the off-duty officer notified on-duty police in the area. 

Police tried to stop the car, but the driver fled and crashed near Glenwood Drive and South Hoskins Road. All four people inside the car fled after the crash, and three of them were quickly arrested 

Officers say Caldwell fled the car with a rifle and pointed it at someone nearby before running into a shed off the 4300 block of Tillman Road. 

SWAT officers, CMPD’s Canine and Aviation units joined CMPD worked to de-escalate the situation. Caldwell surrendered peacefully. 

Officers determined the gun and car involved were both stolen. Caldwell was arrested and charged with going armed to the terror of the public, possession of a firearm by a convicted felon, possession of a stolen firearm, possession of a stolen vehicle and assault by pointing a gun.

Cedar's Take:

Caldwell was on probation for crimes committed in early 2019 at the time of his arrest on Wednesday. 

He was sentenced to 24 months probation in June of 2020, despite being arrested several times while awaiting trial. Since his probation sentence, Caldwell has been arrested 7 times, clearly violating the terms of his probation with absolutely zero intervention by probation officers or the courts. 

What the truck Charlotte?

Thursday, November 11, 2021

Veterans Day 2021

Today is Veterans Day

One of our lesser holidays that we note each year, but always seem to forget the real purpose behind.

Often confused with Memorial Day but without the Monday Federal Holiday. 

Most banks, Bank of America, PNC Bank, Wells Fargo are closed but TD Bank is open. The stock markets are open, but the Post Office is closed, yet FedEx and UPS will operate as normal. No wonder people are confused. 

Veterans Day is "Officially" a Federal Holiday, one of eleven in 2021, with Thanksgiving and Christmas (Friday Before This Year) to follow. It is observed in all 50 sates except Wisconsin all US Territories and the District of Columbia. 

So here's the refresher:

Remember, Memorial Day honors those members of the armed forces who died in the service of our country. 

Veterans Day is a U.S. legal holiday dedicated to American veterans of all wars. In 1918, on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, an armistice, or temporary cessation of hostilities, was declared between the Allied nations and Germany in World War I, then known as “the Great War.” Commemorated in many countries as Armistice Day the following year, November 11th became a federal holiday in the United States in 1938. In the aftermath of World War II and the Korean War, Armistice Day became legally known as Veterans Day.

Cedar's uncle, Dr. Richard Brown is one of many veterans in our family. Dr. Brown served in a MASH Unit during the Korean war. He shipped out in 1952 within weeks of marrying my aunt and graduating from medical school. His photo is below.

After the war he returned to the states and continued his medical career as the only doctor in the small town of Spencer West Virginia. Dr. Brown is a West Virginia native who graduated from University of West Virginia and was a fraternity brother of actor comedian Don Knotts.


Cedar's Uncle Richard W. Brown, MD Circa 1952 Korea

Dr. Brown retired to Florida in 1990 but will always remained a Mountaineer, Dr. Brown and his wife Lois celebrated their 70th wedding anniversary in 2017.

Dr. Brown passed away on May 23, 2018 aged 93.He was buried with full military honors in his hometown of Princeton West Virginia. 

And so we say thank you to all the thousands of men and women who like Dr. Brown who have served in our armed forces.

The following is an outtake from the book "MASH - An Army Surgeon in Korea" by Otto F. Apel, Jr. MD, a follow medical doctor who served during the same time as my uncle. Just a reminder than its never too late to say thank you to a veteran or in this case a fellow veteran. His book was published 2 years before his death on November 9, 2000.

Korea was a long time ago.

Korea was a mountainous country far away and the war there happened a long time ago. Even now, time and distance separate us. Korea was far from my mind on a recent autumn evening as I drove from my office in the Ohio River town of Portsmouth, out the rural roads into the hills and farms and communities, to my house back up a country road away from everything.

In the Appalachian foothills of southern Ohio in the fall, when the leaves turn colors and the weather cools and the geese flock south, the mushrooms are out in the fields. As I turned up the country road toward home, I was followed by a man and a woman in a pickup truck. My wife Joan, saw them too. Neither of us said anything.

We left the gravel road and eased into our own lane, and the truck followed us. The lane nearly a half of mile of new gravel, rolled over the hills and up to the house. We stopped and the truck stopped about fifty yards behind us. I watched cautiously in the rear view mirror. The man got out, grasped a strand of barbed wire fence, pushed it down, and stepped through into the field. He was a tall, slender, clean cut man with thin threads of graying hair slicked straight back, and he wore a faded old army field jacket. He sauntered into the field. He stopped and searched the ground, strolled on, stopped and searched some more. He looked up at us. We looked at him. He dropped his gaze to the ground and continued his slow, deliberate about the field.

"Who is that?" Joan asked.

"I don't know," I said.

I put my car in reverse and eased back towards him. Several yards away, I stopped and stepped out. The man glanced up, unsurprised. He was a handsome man who appeared to be in his late fifties or early sixties, I looked at the truck and saw the woman starting at us. The man's clear eyes searched the ground as he ambled on over to the fence. He clutched something in his clean lean fingered hand.

"Can I help you?" I said. While standing cautiously on the other side of the fence.

"Naw, I don't need no help. I'm just out here looking for mushrooms.
 
"I don't know whether there are any mushrooms out there", I said. I glanced involuntarily to the fading green pasture.

"This your property?" he asked.

I said it was. Joan watched from our car.

He came a little closer until he stood several yards from me but still on the other side of the fence. Beneath the old, torn army field jacket he wore a plaid shirt and overalls.

"You Dr. Apel?" he asked.

I said I was.

"You the surgeon?"

I nodded. "Can I help you with anything?" I asked.

"You the one I read about in the paper a couple of months ago? The one who was in the MASH unit in Korea?"

I nodded.

He looked over his shoulder and quickly back to me. He smiled "You remember me?"

I searched his face. "I don't think I do."

He said his name and it did not ring a bell.

"I lived on Fourth Street all my life. Grew up there, went to high school four of five years behind you. I lived there all my life.

I could see that he held a mushroom in this hand; he pulled it up close to his face and studied it. He turned it, pinched it open as if he were dissecting it. Without looking up from his mushroom, he told me when he worked.

"I worked there ever since I got back from Korea," he said proudly.

In the silence of the evening , a tractor engine roared slowly over the field. A distant car with its lights on pushed down the country road.

You still don't remember me?"

For the life of me, I could not place him.

"I was in your MASH unit back in 1951. I was with the 17th Infantry, 7th Division. Was hit in the should near the Hwachon Reservoir. They brought me in and I seen you working there and asked if it was you. I said to the nurse, Is that man from Ohio?" And the nurse, she looked and said you was."

He lobbed the mushroom underhand out into the field.

"I was there in 1951 and '52," I said.

"I know you was," he said quickly. "You worked on me and next thing I knew I was back in Japan in one of them hospitals. I never got to say thanks, to you. Hadn't been for you, they tell me I woudla been dead."

I had to smile.

He scrunched his face. "Yeah, ever since I got back, I been meaning to come out here and say 'thanks' to you."

"That was fifty years ago," I said.

"Yeah," he said with a sheepish grin. I guess time just gets away for you, don't it? I been meaning to come out here and just never got around to it. Kept meaning to come out sooner or later. I thought today's as good a time as any."

I laughed warmly. "I appreciate it."

"Anyway," he said, "thanks for all you done."

We stood for a moment in silence. The cicadas screeching in the trees.

"Well," he said, "can't keep the wife waiting."

And with that, he turned and sauntered back toward his truck. I watch as he walked slowly, grasped the barbed wire, opened a place and crawled through. He hopped across the gully to the pickup and stepped in. The engine started with the roar of the rusted-out muffler, and he went on down the road. In a moment her was out of sight.

"You're welcome," I said.

Korea and the MASH were a long time ago. I have not been back since 1952 - except frequently when I have involuntarily jerked at a loud noise that sounded like artillery or when I have cried out in the darkness from a deep and vivid dream. Now even the thoughts and the dreams are less frequent. But all this time I have intended to go back. I have wondered what that was about and what we were doing there. I know it is a part of us and a part of me, and all these years I have intended to go back.

You can purchase Dr. Apel's book on Amazon in both hardback and electronic editions here.

We are proud of our family of veterans:

John MacEntyre, Continental Army 1776-1778

Samuel Studdard South Carolina Militia 1812-1814 Horseshoe Bend, Battle of New Orleans 

Nathan Edmonds, US Army Georgia Volunteers Seminole Indian Wars 1818

Samuel MacEntyre, US Army KIA 1863 Battle of Kennesaw Mountain

John Edmonds, CSA 26th Alabama Captured Battle of Gettysburg US Army 1861-1864

Ernest Lynn DutyUS Navy WW I 1914-1916

William O. Durham, US Army WW I  68th Infantry Division 1914-1918

Donald Dufalt, US Marine Corps KIA 1942 Iwo Jima Battle of Midway WW II

Teman WilhiteUS Marine Corps WW II, Navy Cross, Distinguished Flying Cross, Purple Heart Battle of Midway 1942

Wallace Edmonds, US Army 1941-1943 Germany WWII

Simon Henry, US Army WW II and Korea

John Geiger, III, US Army Air Corps Germany, WW II

Milton Carney, US Marine Corps WW II, Korea

Richard W. Brown, MD  US Army MASH 1951-1952 Korea

Robert Brown, USAF Panama 

Un-Named Family, US Army Cold War 1968-1972

Peter Carney, US Navy Iraq Afghanistan

Un-Named Family, US Navy US Air Force Reserves Iraq Afghanistan 


 

Wednesday, November 10, 2021

Happy Birthday US Marine Corps

Today is the Marine Corps 246th Birthday.



So what is a birthday without a good story? 

And so here we go:

On September 11, 2001 the USS Constellation was returning to San Diego from a six month deployment and was forced to run "race tracks" in the Pacific for 3 days while the US Navy sorted out the 9/11 attacks in NYC, Washington and Pennsylvania. 

Aboard was Mrs. Cedar's cousin and his son USN Petty Officer and Photographers Mate Peter Carney, both were enjoying the traditional family "Tiger Cruise" from Hawaii to San Diego up to that point.

Finally after a three day delay the Sailors and Family Members aboard CV-64 were allowed to return home to San Diego. 

So it was only fitting that the Constellation would return to the Persian Gulf on her 21st deployment in support of Operation Enduring Freedom. Once again Petty Officer Carney was aboard.

The run up to deployment was rapid and once underway the crew of the Constellation had little down time. Within weeks the "Connie" was on station in the Persian Gulf. 

In late February 2003 the Marine Fighter Attack Squadron 323 "Death Rattlers" embarked aboard the Constellation. The F/A 18 Squadron's history is long and colorful, their insignia proudly displays the famous "Gull Wing" Vought Corsair of World War II. One of the 323's Officers was Major Bill Barber a F/A-18 "Driver".

The full ship's complement at this point is a small city with 3,150 Marines and Sailors. There is little time for socializing. The entire carrier group of six ships, and more than 5,000 men and women is on high alert.

On March 19, 2003 Operation Iraqi commenced. 

Major Barber is on one of the first missions to strike Baghdad. The sorties are non-stop and around the clock. But after about a week things began to become routine. 

Down on deck 5 the photograph's mates went about their job processing miles of film and images of targets and aiding in the damage assessments. 

The knock at the photo lab door was hardly tentative. The young sailor who opened the door was woefully surprised and immediately came to attention.

Seconds later he found Officer Carney: "OMG you're in some deep shit Carney, there's a Marine Major out front and he's asking for you by NAME!!!

Petty Officer Carney laughed and said "It's ok he's family". 

Semper Fi Marines!

Tuesday, November 9, 2021

Three Charged After String on Armed Robberies (The Usual Suspects)

From CMPD: 

Quick work and a collaborative effort between officers in the Charlotte-Mecklenburg Police Department's Hickory Grove and Independence Divisions ended the short-lived spree of armed robberies committed by three suspects.



Around 2:40 p.m. on November 7, 2021, officers responded to reports of an armed robbery at the AutoZone located at 10020 Albemarle Road in the Hickory Grove Division. When officers arrived, they learned a suspect armed with a pistol attempted to take property belonging to the business. The suspect fled in a silver Dodge sedan before being able to take anything.

Around 20 minutes later, officers in the Hickory Grove Division responded to reports of another armed robbery at the Dollar General located at 8825 East W. T. Harris Boulevard. When they arrived, officers learned a suspect armed with a pistol took property belonging to the business and fled the scene.

As a result of the investigation, officers were able to identify the suspect vehicle as a silver Dodge Charger and shared this information with officers across the city. While monitoring the call, detectives in the CMPD's Real Time Crime Center (RTCC) coordinated with officers in the field who located the suspect vehicle and attempted to conduct a traffic stop; however, the driver refused to stop, and a vehicle pursuit ensued. The pursuit came to a conclusion near the 8400 block of Old Statesville Road as a result of damage to both passenger side wheels. All three occupants fled from the vehicle on foot, but were quickly apprehended by officers.

The three suspects were identified as Anthony Tyrik Caldwell, DOB: 12/11/1997, Tyerie Davis, DOB: 06/06/2001, and Brian Carmichael, DOB: 01/11/2000. Each suspect was interviewed by detectives, and at the conclusion of their interviews, each suspect was transferred to the custody of the Mecklenburg County Sheriff's Office and charged with one count of armed robbery, one count of attempted armed robbery, two counts of conspiracy to commit armed robbery and resist/delay/obstruct a law enforcement officer. Davis was additionally charged with second degree kidnapping and possession of a stolen firearm. Caldwell also receive an additional charge for possession of a stolen firearm.

The investigation into these cases is active and ongoing. As additional information develops, it will be released by the CMPD's Public Affairs Office. Anyone with information is asked to leave it anonymously by contacting Crime Stoppers at 704-334-1600 or http://charlottecrimestoppers.com/. For additional information about this case, please refer to the reports.

Thugs just gonna be Thugs. But the real criminals are the judges who let these vermin out of jail time and time again.

Take Tyerie Davis below: 


Arrested for a December 20, 2018 Armed Robbery, he was released twenty four hours later. 

While waiting trial he was arrested again on August 9, 2019 and released the same day on an unsecured bond.

On March 19, 2020 he was once again arrested this time for a series of armed robberies and released again on April 5, 2020 on an unsecured bond.  

A month later on May 24, 2020 he was arrested on another robbery charge and again released on an unsecured bond. Keep in mind that he was still awaiting trial on the December 20, 2018 robbery. 

When Davis finally went before a judge was given three years "Probation" and a suspended sentence but served four months in the Mecklenburg County's Jail and was released on November 27, 2020.

Davis was arrested again on January 20, 2021 on Robbery with a Dangerous Weapon and surprise (NOT) released on an unsecured bond.

Six months Davis was arrested again June 23, 2021 on an assault on a female change and released four hours later this time on a secured bond of just $200.00.

The system is broken but not in the way the Woke Mob and Liberals like Charlotte Mayor Candidate Braxton Winston and US Senate Candidate Jeff Jackson think.  These defund the police liberals want Charlotte to become the next Seattle Police free fun zone.



 

Friday, November 5, 2021

Remembering Alan Abelson, Fearless Barron’s Editor and Enemy of Hucksters and Hype


Often possessed of an impish grin, Alan Abelson—the creator, instigator, and heart and soul of the modern Barron’s magazine—was a true believer in Justice Louis Brandeis’ dictum: Sunlight is the best disinfectant; electric light, the most efficient policeman. In his witty and sardonic Up & Down Wall Street columns, Alan single-handedly transformed financial journalism into a savvy and irreverent art form, and not coincidentally, skewered scores of Wall Street vanities, corporate hucksters, and political charlatans with lightning bolts of his prose. This he did almost every week for 47 years, until his death, at 87, in 2013.

Up & Down Wall Street was an unqualified hit from its first appearance in January 1966. Alan’s deft analysis of what made stocks tick—and his stiletto dissection of hype—attracted legions of new subscribers to Barron’s. Reading his columns became a sacred Saturday-morning ritual for Barron’s subscribers. Former colleague Rhonda Brammer perhaps best described what Alan called his “scribblings” when she wrote, “Biting and brilliant, his columns mixed borscht-belt humor and Shakespearean allusions with zingers from Twain, Mencken, and Wilde—though Alan’s own one-liners often trumped them all.”

Yet Alan never used his considerable literary firepower haphazardly or merely to preen. A quintessential newsman (or, as he preferred, “ink-stained wretch”), Alan was blessed with razor-sharp journalistic instincts, congenital skepticism, a Renaissance intellect, and a preternatural felicity with the mother tongue, which sent many readers of his column to dictionaries as they read. But Alan was also gifted with a rare ability to actually listen—an ingrained empathy for others, especially the proverbial little guy, down-on-their-luck freelancers, and writers suffering deadline paralysis.

Alan’s mission in his column was quite specific, and, as Barron’s editor, he strove to inculcate it into the very fabric of the magazine—first slowly, during his tenure as managing editor, from 1965 to 1981, and then full-throttle during his dozen years of editorship. Alan not only shepherded his writers through market-shaking exposés but also wrought huge changes in Barron’s tone, contents, and look. He added art and blessed white space, while filling the “news hole” with exhaustive investigative pieces, topical financial analysis, and in-depth interviews.

Whether writing his column or directing Barron’s news coverage, Alan’s vision didn’t change. Our raison d’être was, he explained, “to provide readers with unbiased, incisive, and timely coverage and analysis of financial issues. To broaden and deepen and to provide a reality check on perceptions of investment value. To provide thoughtful perspectives that may help investors enhance the value of their portfolios or avoid situations that could prove injurious to their wealth. And, importantly, to do all that without boring our readers to death—because, on strictly practical grounds, our goal must be to increase, not to decrease their number.”

For Alan, business and economics were hardly “dry” subjects: “They are filled with conflict, often charged with excitement, and more often than you might expect, laced with humor.”

A bookish only child, Alan grew up in Queens, N.Y., and attended the borough’s renowned “Bright Boys” high school, Townsend Harris. He entered the City College of New York at 15 and emerged with a B.S. in 1946 with majors in chemistry and English. He had studied science, Alan later explained, to understand how the world works but had been bitten by the writing bug. Admitted to the University of Iowa’s prestigious creative writing program, Alan ventured west at 20—honing his literary chops alongside Flannery O’Connor.

Alan’s first real break in journalism came in 1950. Hired as a copy boy at the New York Journal-American, he was soon promoted to reporter. By 1952, Alan was the tabloid’s stock market columnist—the job came with a $5-a-week raise—and he stuck with it until joining Barron’s “for a living wage” in 1956. The magazine very much got the better of that deal. Alan was a brilliant and utterly fearless writer and editor. He unfailingly stood up for his readers’ interests, just as he also stood by his stories, and his reporters, like a veritable pit bull, even when CEOs howled and lawsuits flew. (We won them all.)

Barron’s readers are eternally in Alan’s debt, as are writers treading the path he blazed.

Kate Welling, a Barron’s staff writer for 23 years, was Alan Abelson’s second-in-command from 1981 to 1991. She is the publisher of Welling on Wall Street, an investment journal. 

Cedar's Take - You might wonder why someone who posts endlessly about crime and little else would repost this piece from back in May of this year. 

Truth is as you get older and you start to count the people you know who have died and you tend to miss them. I knew Alan Abelson, not personally but by his writing style and I miss him as well. We shared a lot in common. Alan was a journalist in the purest form. I chased the same dream briefly. My 26 years in the investment business means I've read his column more than 1000 times. I'm a 3rd generation investment professional by birth, and by education and training a Series 7, 63, Registered Principle and RIA. His addition to my knowledge via his Up & Down Wall Street was both timely and spot on every time.

My dad who spent 50 years in the business and has his birthday today still reads Barron's, despite the now outrageous liberal slant, was a fan of Abelson's vocabulary. I must admit I seldom read his column without at some point reaching for the dictionary. 

I look around today and I sometimes feel as if I'm looking at a garden in late fall. Life is familiar but so much is gone. The tomatoes, and bell peppers, wordsmiths who could turn a phrase and journalists who could tell a story that was worth reading more than once. 


Thursday, November 4, 2021

Charlotte Mecklenburg Schools Crime Spree Continues - Superintendent "There's Nothing To See Here"

Reports of out of control classrooms, armed robberies, guns, violence and sexual assaults in Charlotte Mecklenburg Schools have been common since well before the COVID pandemic.

Parents and those who read the posts on "Next Door" are surprised the crime surge in CMS schools has finally made it to main stream media.


Reports of violent school crimes, are suddenly being broadcast across not only social media but now print and television news which is leading to mounting pressure from concerned parents,

So how does CMS superintendent Earnest Winston respond? He creates a "task force" then he attacks the media and "noisy" parents by pointing fingers in opposite directions and blaming everyone one but the school system.

A Note from Superintendent Winston

To the CMS community, 

As a parent, I understand the concerns many families are sharing about news coverage of incidents of misconduct. It is difficult for me to not give in to the parental instinct of providing information to help others gain a better understanding of situations, which many times prove more complex than news reports might lead one to conclude. 

As the leader of the district, I am bound by law to not disclose confidential information about such matters as individual student discipline or ongoing police investigations. 

We take all allegations of misconduct very seriously, and our staff is trained to follow proper procedures in reporting. District leaders review assertions of Title IX reporting problems and will take appropriate action in the event any review reveals action is necessary. 

Earlier this year, I requested the creation of a Title IX task force. That task force has been working together to discuss recommended improvements in how our district handles allegations of misconduct. In a few weeks, I will receive a report from the task force. I will review the report for recommendations to make our schools safer.








But violent Crime at CMS is nothing new, here's just a sample:

At approximately 1:45 p.m, on Thursday, August 26, 2021, officers were alerted that a student had been robbed by another student at Mallard Creek High School. Shortly after the incident, a CMS staff member located the juvenile suspect. As a part of the continued investigation, officers located a knife, stolen firearm, and marijuana in his immediate possession. The juvenile was charged with Common Law Robbery, Possession of Controlled Substance, Possession of Stolen Firearm, Possession of Concealed Weapon, and two other felony weapons charges. For additional information about this case, please refer to the report: 20210826-1345-02. 

Shortly after 1:45 p.m., on Thursday, August 26, 2021, a school resource officer for West Mecklenburg High School received an anonymous tip about a student who was in possession of a firearm. With the assistance of school administration, the suspected student was located, and a search of his property was performed by CMS staff. After the search, a BB gun that modeled a Glock 9 was found in the immediate possession of the student. The juvenile student was charged with Possession of a Weapon at School. For additional information about this case, please refer to the report: 20210826-1351-00. 

On August 27, 2021, at approximately 8:24 a.m., officers responded to an armed person call for service at West Charlotte High School. Upon arrival, officers located accessories from a firearm in plain view inside a vehicle that was parked in the student parking lot. As the investigation continued, officers located three firearms inside the vehicle. The owner of the vehicle was identified as a student and arrested. The juvenile was charged with Possession of Weapon at School, Possession of Stolen Goods, Possession of a Handgun by a Minor, Possession of Drug Paraphernalia, and Possession of Marijuana. For additional information about this case, please refer to the report: 20210827-0821-03. 

There has also been a series of altercations at Harding High School. These altercations have involved two groups of students, but no weapons or serious injuries have been involved. Two juvenile students have been charged as juveniles and several others involved suspended from the school. Following these events, CMS Police and Freedom Division have provided extra support to ensure the safety of all students and faculty. 

Just two days, five arrests. Crime is common as common at CMS as fake meat in the school cafeteria. It has just become more violent and brazen. There is a huge amount of "you can't do nuttin" perception from a large contingent of the student population. This is the end result of bail reform, protections given juveniles and Mecklenburg County's District Attorney unwillingness to fully prosecute juvenile offenders. Mecklenburg Courts are equally unwilling to punish juvenile offenders.

However, as in Louden County Virginia the day of reckoning for the CMS school board members is coming.

Friday, October 29, 2021

‘She was just doing her job’: Homeless vet loses service dog during arrest for panhandling


Joshua Graham Rohrer, a homeless veteran in North Carolina, says he was wrongfully arrested and mistreated by Gastonia police officers, who also tased his service dog Sunshine, sparking support from those who witnessed the incident.

The Gastonia Police Department told Military Times that although Rohrer will go to court for the charges against him, the department is now looking into the incident to “determine if the conduct of our officers was appropriate.”

Rohrer was standing on a median near a Gastonia shopping center with Sunshine on Oct. 13 when a 911 caller contacted police. While Rohrer wasn’t bothering anybody, having Sunshine with him was his way of using sympathy to get money from people, the caller said, according to a copy of the audio call.

Even though Rohrer wasn’t armed or harassing passersby, according to witnesses at the scene, the encounter would ultimately end with his arrest and Sunshine’s death.

Rohrer deployed to Kuwait and Iraq from October 2004 to November 2005 with the Kentucky Army National Guard. He suffers from service-connected post-traumatic stress disorder, and his 2-year-old Belgian Malinois Sunshine was his Veterans Affairs-prescribed treatment, according to an official letter from the VA provided to Military Times by Rohrer.

He said he wasn’t doing anything illegal on Oct. 13.

“I was just standing there, waving at people, when this lady waved me over and offered me money,” Rohrer told Military Times. “I was accused of falsely using my dog to get money from people and asking people for money but that’s not true.”

Rohrer said that as soon as he took the money offered to him, the police drove up, “aggressively, with the lights on and everything.”

The officer asked for Rohrer’s ID card and told him that she’d be giving him a ticket for panhandling. The act, which falls under the term solicitation in North Carolina state law, is considered illegal if an individual verbally panhandles at night, or at any time of day when within 20 feet of a financial institution, outdoor dining area or transit stop.

Rohrer argued that he wasn’t doing anything wrong, and the officer on scene called for back-up. Police asked Rohrer to produce a valid state ID, which Rohrer said he didn’t have, stating that he only had a VA card.

Justyn Huffman and Nydia Conley witnessed Rohrer’s arrest, telling local TV station WCNC that they saw officers surround Rohrer during the Oct. 13 encounter.

“The officer asked him for his ID,” Huffman said. “He wasn’t moving fast enough so he tried to reach into his pocket to get his ID. They slammed him up against the car and they put cuffs on him.”

Sunshine, responding to his distress, jumped up on the hood trying to help him, Rohrer said.

“She was just doing her job, licking me and trying to calm me down,” Rohrer said. “The cops starting yelling at her and me, telling me to get her to settle down but they wouldn’t allow me to physically get control of her.”


Sunshine was Rohrer's 2-year-old Belgian Malinois service dog

Rohrer said Sunshine nipped at one of the officer’s ankles as she was hopping down from the hood of the car, prompting the officer to tase her.

“We’re out here screaming, ‘Don’t shoot the dog! Don’t shoot the dog!’” Huffman said.

Huffman said Sunshine ran to a nearby store with one of the taser prongs dangling off her body while police took Rohrer to the back of the car and “slammed him on the pavement.”

“It was really traumatizing,” Conley said. “I’ve never seen anything like that.”

According to the police report, Rohrer was arrested on charges of solicitation and resisting arrest.

As he was taken away by police for booking, Rohrer said he begged the officers to let Sunshine come with him. He cited a North Carolina statute that affords people with disabilities the right to keep their service dogs with them, especially in cases where the individual’s health is at risk.

“They laughed at me,” he said. “I begged them to bring her to me or to give her to an officer to take with them but they wouldn’t listen, they didn’t care.”

Rohrer never saw Sunshine again. While his friend and fellow veteran Dave Dowell was able to get his hands on the service dog that night, she later slipped her leash and ran away while Rohrer was still in jail,.

He was released the next day after posting bail and facing more insensitive treatment by the police, saying they laughed at him and continually told him how horrible of a person he was, Rohrer claimed. He immediately began searching for his dog. After nearly two days, Sunshine was found in nearby Shelby, where Dowell lives.

She had been hit by a car and killed.

“I begged them not to separate us,” Rohrer said. “They didn’t care about me or about her or about the fact that I needed her.”

Rohrer’s grief over losing Sunshine almost killed him, Dowell said to Military Times. According to Dowell, Rohrer took off into traffic after learning Sunshine was gone, and tried throwing himself in front of any car that he could.

“He absolutely lost his mind,” Dowell said.

Losing Sunshine and facing the allegedly rough and careless treatment of the police left Rohrer feeling hopeless enough that he “just wanted to die,” he said.


Pvt. First Class Joshua Rohrer (right) and two of his fellow soldiers pose for a photo in a 642nd Military Intelligence Battalion's photo album, owned by Rohrer. 

After Dowell and Shelby police were able to subdue Rohrer, he had to be treated at the VA Medical Center in Asheville for injuries suffered during the PTSD episode caused by losing Sunshine.

Bended Knee Outdoors, a non-profit corporation in Granite Falls, North Carolina, has been providing Rohrer with housing since his Oct. 16. release from the medical center, Dowell said.

Rohrer said he wanted to share his story to draw attention to how he was treated.

“I’m just blown away that this could happen to a veteran and service dog team, or anybody really, homeless or not,” he said.

“I just lost my ability to believe in and function in society,” Rohrer said. “I cannot function without a service dog and they stole that from me. I don’t know how I’m going to recover from this.”

Dowell and Rohrer said that his case was recently accepted by the Veterans Justice Outreach program, which works “to identify justice-involved Veterans and contact them through outreach, in order to facilitate access to VA services at the earliest possible point.”

The program doesn’t provide legal counsel, but it does help point veterans in the right direction, according to their website.

“He has an army of people behind him now,” Dowell said, “but he doesn’t have his battle buddy anymore.”

According to the Facebook group, “Support Joshua Rohrer and Sunshine Rae,” a protest will take place in front of the Gastonia Police Department Oct. 29.


Orginally Published Army Times Written By Rachel Nostrant 

Cedar's Take:

I'm not a fan of homeless or panhandlers. I despise those who prey on others out of sympathy or guilt. I really hate those who fall for the "Homeless Vet Please Help God Bless" crap, stop traffic and hand over another five bucks to feed a druggies' habit.

That said Gastonia needs to make this right. The man needs a new dog and some compassion. Gastonia Police Officers know his boots are my boots are their boots. We are all in this together even more so when it is a veteran and GPD needs to own this. 

They know they should have handled this better and not separated Rohrer from his K-9 service dog. They need to fix this.