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There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Businessman they drink my wine
Plow men dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth
Hey hey

No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour's getting late
Hey

Hey

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Bare-foot servants to, but huh
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
Hey
Oh
All along the watchtower
Hear you sing around the watch
Gotta beware gotta beware I will
Yeah
Ooh baby
All along the watchtower

I made it up the mountain last night and I resign today. I haven't eaten for
days, although I have been consuming some fluids. I refuse to eat until they let
Frank Gable go. That's all. I've had enough of all of the games and foolishness.
I hurt so bad I just want to die now. So you fine citizens will have to figure
it out on your own from here. I understand Wingett is there at the end of the
tunnel with his lighter for you all,if they let him keep it!!!!

See how we are? Can we see ourselves now? Okay, I know you may think that I am
not thinking clearly and I am a nutcase. So crack this one. Or have Kevin and
Rob already surrendered to the truth and are hiding or what? This is supposed to
be the BraveNet as I understand it, right? And what about you, LG, just what do
YOU think? Or are you hiding out, too, now??? Chicken shits. You guys are just
as punky as Moose and the rest of them. And LG, too, obviously chicken shit of
her to not show up at Live Chat with her last night. I refuse to eat. I can't do
anything in the Real World in my hometown anyway because of this shit! Is this
YOUR family's fault, LG???????

Posted by "Mom"

Chapter I I am a 52 year old woman. I was born on the Solstice in 1953 at 9:15
AM. I was late. I've been somewhat late ever since and I do apologize for that.
I was born of "criminal intelligence". Due to my many amazing gifts, I have been
dearly doted after all of my life. Ask anyone around Salem who is REALLY anyone
and knows the ropes here. When I got to be a teen, I checked out a place of
interest to me; The Vagabond House. It was really the first time in my life that
my parents let me go unsheltered and to learn a little bit what life was like on
my own around town here. Sure, when I was a little kid, before they built I-5 I
used to go with my first childhood friend, Susie who lived behind us on Thorman,
over to the Herber farm and on past there if we could get by Mary Ellen and her
wanting to play dolls and with her chickens all the time. We were the best of
friends. I started smoking pot with the group of friends there at the old
Vagabond and we shared alot of the current events of the time bringing us
noterity in the local Capitol Journal and Oregon Statesman. It was 1967 then. I
also started using LSD: the King Ossleys and Sunshines(Leary's stuff), and we
also from time to time smoked up magic mushrooms and did some mescaline. Some of
the people I was friends with got into using alot of USP methedrine which was
coming up from CA at that time. Time passed over and so did the Vagabond House,
later being moved over to the church. Before the Vagabond, we used to go to the
Pit there on So. Comm'l close to where the City Hall is today. Some things
happened over a period of time (1948 on)that I was aware of at the time, where
my family was of special interest to the Marion Co Sheriff's office. On several
occasions, the red-headed Constable would escort my Dad home, drunk instead of
taking him to jail, which is what happened to most drunks around town that were
in his condition. That was nice of him, since my Dad was a very sad person
inside and was self-medicating due to his involvement in WWII and some of the
events that followed. When I started hanging out with the local hippies, the
MCSO, some "rookies" at the time, were always following me. I was very easy to
pick out of any crowd. Then I got busted for a curfew violation and they tried
everything in the world they could to get me to pin something on the guy who was
bringing me home. No go. The guy was a decent guy and I already trusted him. His
name was Bob Richardson. He was a Misfit. He's dead now otherwise I wouldn't post
his name here. I really loved that guy. They tried to get me to say he raped me. I would
never let anyone do anything to me I didn't want them to. I never had sex with
him anyway as they didn't let us get that far into the relationship! Damn them!
I wasn't brought up to let people "talk" me into anything. I understand free
will and right and wrong. I was locked up at JDH for two weeks over it! And I
was planning on going to go to school the following morning! Yes, with Deb
Klecker. We took sewing together. I had another real good friend in Keizer who I
smoked pot with the first time. Dick Cooper(no, not D.B.!!!) He's passed now
too. Well, anyway, when I was a little girl, I had Rheumatic Fever and Dr.
Casterline had to draw blood on me once weekly and I took antibiotics for what
seemed to me forever as a small child, so I don't like needles or the needle
scene. Never have, never will. Some of my friends were into the USP methedrine
and I was disappointed in that so I packed up and went up to Portland, since my
Dad was pretty pissed at me anyway and the first time in my life, although I had
heard him swear before, he called me a "bitch". Well, I'd had a fairly sheltered
life up to then, which I discovered upon my arrival to Texas later on then early
in 1970. Little did I know anything about what was going on in TX in 67 when I
got there in 70. Anyway, I went to my friends house in Portland on Belmont late
in 1969. We used to go up to Springer's barn in those years as I remember. To
Springer's with my best friend Pauline Stringer, now deceased, since she
eventually went to AZ. We had great music in those days. What foresight we held
during that time! We hold that time in our hands today! Please stand tuned for
Chapter 2 tomorrow, if they let me live that long! If not, I leave you with
this, a song I know you already know but maybe the melody will sound different
to you today: You, who are on the road must have a code that you can live by.
And so become yourself because the past is just a good bye. Teach your children
well, their father's hell did slowly go by, and feed them on your dreams, the
one they picks, the one you'll know by. Don't you ever ask them why, if they
told you, you would cry, so just look at them and sigh and know they love you.
And you (can you hear?), of the tender years (do you care?) can't know the fears
(can't you see we) that your elders grew by (must be free to), and so please
help them (teach your children) with your youth (to believe), they seek the
truth (make a world that) before they can die (we can live in). Teach your
parents well, their children's hell will slowly go by, and feed them on your
dreams, the one they picks, the one you'll know by. Don't you ever ask them why,
if they told you, you would cry, so just look at them and sigh and know they
love you.

Let's see if we can get something going in here. Post about anything on your mind. I'll try to start posting something daily here, if only my thoughts.

Nigel Jaquiss of the Willamette Week of Portland, Ore., won the Pulitzer Prize today for investigative reporting for revealing former Oregon Gov. Neil Goldschmidt's sexual misconduct with a 14-year-old girl when he was mayor of Portland in the 1970s.

"I'm really surprised, it's just a tremendous honor. I never thought it would happen to me," said Nigel upon learning he had won the award. From what I've heard, it couldn't have happened to a better guy.

Congratulations Nigel!

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Los Angeles County Dist. Atty. Steve Cooley said jurors who acquitted actor Robert Blake of the murder of his wife are "incredibly stupid."

"To hear him say we aren't a smart jury is sour grapes," Blake juror Chuck Safko said. "They didn't have a good case. Their case was built around witnesses who weren't truthful." Hmmm...what a coincidence! So was the Gable trial.

Added Laurie Levenson, a professor of criminal law at Loyola Law School in Los Angeles who attended portions of the trial: "To criticize the jurors is unprofessional. It is unbelievable." "I think you have to give the jury credit. They are a very conscientious jury. It was a reasonable-doubt case, and disagreeing with Mr. Cooley doesn't make them stupid." Too bad Abel and Storkel didn't realize Frank's case was a reasonable doubt case, and make some sort of attempt at introducing alot of reasonable doubt that was made available to them.

Cooley said, "in celebrity cases, prosecutors have to get into the minds of jurors and understand how they think about stars." Wrong Cooley, in any case prosecutors need to prove their case beyond a reasonable doubt. This is the typical mindset of prosecutors today. To get into the minds of the jurors, and manipulate their thought process.

"They think they know these celebrities. They think they know Robert Blake. They think they know Phil Spector," Cooley said. The jury will hear about Spector's lifestyle of "sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll," Cooley said. So now instead of producing evidence to prove guilt beyond a reasonable doubt, Cooley is gonna present a lifestyle of sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll as evidence Phil Spector is guilty of murder. Give me a break!

Cooley said his office is aware of the "CSI effect" — a demand on the part of some juries for the kind of certainty shown on television programs such as "CSI: Crime Scene Investigation," in which crimes are solved conclusively in less than an hour. "It does create false expectations," he told reporters gathered Tuesday night for a Society of Professional Journalists meeting at the Figueroa Hotel in downtown Los Angeles. False expectations huh? What a fool!

Blake had to be put on trial, Cooley said. "We could have taken a powder on that one. It wasn't on videotape. We didn't have a confession. We had some tricky issues and we didn't have the best witnesses in the world," he said. "But you know what we are paid to do is try cases."

And I rest my case!

Former Connecticut Gov. John G. Rowland, once a hugely popular figure in his home state, was sentenced Friday to a year in prison after pleading guilty to a single federal corruption charge.

Rowland, who throughout a lengthy corruption investigation had said confidently that he would remain unscathed, sounded remorseful Friday. As a three-term governor, he said, he had developed "a sense of entitlement and even arrogance." "I let my pride get in my way," he said.

Appearing before U.S. District Judge Peter C. Dorsey in New Haven, Conn., Rowland was ordered to spend one year and one day in prison, plus four months in home confinement and three years on supervised release. He must report to federal prison in Fort Devens, Mass., on April 1.

Rowland's administration was rife with rumors of corruption — many of them substantiated by a federal inquiry that showed a pattern of graft and favoritism in the awarding of state contracts. In December, he pleaded guilty to one count of "conspiracy to steal honest service."

The governor's undoing stemmed from repairs to his lakefront vacation home. Rowland first said he had paid for renovations that included a cathedral ceiling, a hot tub and kitchen cabinets that he said had come from the Home Depot. Later, he conceded that the cabinets had been custom built, as he tearfully admitted that the work at the vacation home had been provided as a gift from a construction firm that had won several important state contracts.

He also confessed to accepting more than $100,000 in free vacations in Vermont and Las Vegas from the contracting firm.

Andy Sauer, Executive Director of Connecticut Common Cause, which advocates for campaign reform said, "it was in the best interest of those who profited from Rowland's activities to ensure that the former governor remain in power."

And so it goes...mark my words folks! If the Oregon Court of Appeals grants Frank Gable a new trial allowing for new investigations to be opened, you'll be reading something similar to Rowland's downfall with regard to former Oregon Governor Neil Goldschmidt, who has even more to hide in my opinion. A true and honest investigation in this case is the key to exposing that same sense of "entitlement and arrogance" that Goldschmidt felt he had.

Is the State of Oregon brave enough to handle the whole truth, and nothing but the truth? We'll see!

My stomach is still in knots trying to understand how two different juries can view similar cases, and come out with completely different verdicts. Cecelia Maldonado, juror #7 of the Robert Blake trial commented yesterday, "I would not trust a drug addict, no". That statement was in reference to the drug addict stuntmen who testified Mr. Blake had wanted his wife dead, and solicited their services to accomplish the task. To bad she wasn't on Frank Gable's jury considering all those who testified against him were not only former drug addicts, but current addicts as well!

Jury foreman Thomas Nicholson of the Blake trial said the circumstantial evidence presented by the prosecution left reasonable doubt. One stuntman, he said, "was a prolific liar." Nicholson also said the prosecution "couldn't put the gun in his hand."

In Frank Gable's trial, not only were the witnesses drug addicts and felons, (who have since recanted their statements saying they only said what they said out of fear the police would charge them as an accomplice) but the prosecution wasn't even able to place the murder knife in Gable's hand either, because in the Gable trial the murder weapon was never found! No problem for the prosecutors in the Gable trial, they just went to the store and bought one!

Today's Portland Tribune comments on a 60 page brief filed by the Department of Justice last week saying the controversial case should not be reopened, and asking the court to deny the upcoming motion by Frank's current attorney, David Celuch. Says Celuch, "The state is arguing that facts were presented to support the court's ruling. I'm arguing the facts don't support the law."

In my opinion, the Oreon Department of Justice is the one who has something to protect, and it's not just a conviction in the win column for the state!

Beginning at 2:30pm the verdict was read in a California courtroom in the Robert Blake murder trial. A jury found him not guilty of murdering his wife. I watched Mr. Blake during the entire proceeding as it was being played live online at KGW-8's website. Watching the look of impatience on his face as the judge first thanked the jurors for their sacrifice, as well as the alternates, I watched his look transform to a look of shock, astonishment, and total and complete relief that his nightmare was over. He was barely able to compose himself, and literally at one point fell to his knees as he attempted to stand up. He was quickly helped back into his chair.

Watching this case from it's inception, I have doubted Mr. Blake's guilt due to the lack of physical evidence, and the type of people testifying against him, seemingly with alterior motives of their own. Not once have I felt the prosecution came anywhere close to proving their case.

Mr. Blake's case stands out above the other trials of late for me due to the extensive media coverage from the beginning in which he was incarcerated without bail. His pleas, or screams if you will, of his innocence, and the right he felt he should have had to post bail were heard loud and clear. Even his own attorneys threatened to have themselves removed from the case if he continued to approach the media for interviews to discuss his case. The man did everything he could to scream his innocence, causing some to question his mental stability. Fortunately a judge finally set bail, and Mr. Blake was released from the county jail. I believe that was a major factor in helping him fight his case.

Congratulations Mr. Blake! You should consider yourself fortunate to have had such good counsel representing you, and a jury that obviously understands "not guilty until proven beyond a reasonable doubt".

Say hello to todays version of Scott McAlister everyone! For those of you who don't know who Scotty is, do yourself a favor and go back to my site and read some more.

I had a chance last week to meet the former punk Asst. Attorney General of Oregon who was assigned to corrections back in the late eighties. He's now working as a lawyer specializing in criminal law in Tempe, Arizona. I spent a week there snapping pictures of McAlister's activities, and finally approached him outside his home at the end of the week. Yeah, that's right Scott! Didja see me?

Well, I'm sure you did on Saturday when I approached you in front of your two biker friends. Clients or just the average character of your friends? They said they knew you quite well, although not during your time in Oregon. I wonder if they knew you in Utah? They did seem a bit surprised when I said I didn't shake hands with pedophiles as you so eagerly attempted to shake my hand as though I was a prospective client or something. Is business bad these days?

Don't worry Scott, I'm not stalking you or anything. I just think you're a photogenic guy, plus I think you're dirty as hell, and I'm on a mission to prove it!

Oh, and to Robert, who has taken to posting on my site lately...yeah, the MAN really scares me. That's why I've put as many of them as I have time for..in check..on my website, not to mention calling this punk bitch McAlister a pedophile to his face, and in front of his friends!

Stay tuned to the website...I have lots to publish about my trip to Arizona.

Well, that's all for now. Gotta get back to reviewing all these photos I took in Arizona. These digital cameras are something else, ya know?

Check out how tort reform legislation is being pushed by the Bush administration, and it's friends in Congress. They want to "federalize" most class actions, taking them away from local courts and juries. Already overburdened, federal courts would be required to resolve complex issues of state law and adjudicate factual disputes — resulting, at best, in slow justice, while many victims kiss justice and compensation goodbye.

Where widespread patterns of discrimination, systemic abuse or other unlawful conduct has occurred, class actions allow a few plaintiffs to represent all the injured, streamlining the legal process and providing plaintiffs with strength in numbers.

Why should you care? You never know when you might need to sue, and be part of a class action lawsuit.

My, my, what do we have here? More evidence of criminal activity within Oregon political circles? That's what Oregon Attorney General Hardy Meyers is currently being asked to decide by state election officials. Whether to decide if a criminal probe is warranted in view of the allegations against Doyle.

Vendors to whom Doyle reported paying campaign funds show that he overstated campaign spending by at least $60,000. The secretary of state is investigating whether Doyle diverted that money to personal use, which is a civil offense carrying a maximum $75 fine for first offenses, although making intentional false statements on the campaign finance reports, which Doyle signed as campaign treasurer, is a criminal violation, punishable by up to five years in prison, and a $100,000 fine I believe.

I suppose I'll be interested to see what Hardy Meyers decides for a republican member of the legislature, and someone not connected with the Goldschmidt clique.

Jury selection for Michael Jackson's sexual abuse trial is slated to begin today. Will be interesting to see how the entire circus plays out. Stay tuned-I will be!

The Jackson trial should also overshadow the happenings in the Robert Blake murder trial. Two key witnesses for the prosecution are set to take the witness stand this week. The veteran hollywood stunt-men, Gary "Whiz Kid" McLarty, 64, and Ronald "Duffy" Hambleton, 68, say Blake tried to hire them to kill his wife, Bonny Lee Bakley.

Laurie Levenson, a former federal prosecutor who teaches criminal law at Loyola Law School says, "If they are believed, they're the best evidence you have, since [prosecutors] don't have any direct evidence linking [Blake] to the shooting". Defense lawyer M. Gerald Schwartzbach has portrayed them as drug addicts prone to delusions.

As for Hambleton, Schwartzbach said "he fantasized there were 20 armed men in his home, and there wasn't anybody there." And he contended that Hambleton decided to become a witness to keep the San Bernardino County Sheriff's Department "off his back" for alleged involvement with illegal drugs. The other witness, Gary McLarty, may be best known for his stint as stunt coordinator for 1983's "Twilight Zone: the Movie," in which actor Vince Morrow and two child actors were killed when the helicopter used in the film crashed on the set. He was in the helicopter, and later testified in the involuntary manslaughter trial of director John Landis and four others that he had warned that the scene might be too dangerous. But after his testimony, a fuming prosecutor, Lea Purwin D'Agostino, accused McLarty and other witnesses of softening their testimony so they wouldn't be blackballed from the movie industry. Landis and the others were acquitted.

Hambleton also owns a ranch that he described in court as a sort of "halfway house for the less fortunate," which he said included ex-convicts, drug addicts and the unemployed. He was initially reluctant to talk to authorities because he didn't want "to be labeled a snitch, since he lives and associates with bikers and ex-cons," according to a search warrant in the case.

McLarty shot and killed a man in 1991. Donald Louis Deppe, who was living on McLarty's property, was wanted in the rape of a 21-year-old woman who was a friend of McLarty and his wife. During a confrontation, McLarty shot Deppe six times. The shooting was ruled self-defense by the district attorney's office. At the time, Karen McLarty told the Los Angeles Times that her husband had befriended Deppe because he "wanted to help him out."

A few weeks ago, Hambleton pleaded guilty to a misdemeanor weapons charge, and received three years' probation and 90 days in jail, which he is to begin serving on weekends in March.

Not exactly the most credible witnesses for the prosecution to base their entire case on. Stay tuned...

How could they lie, when they knew I could die

All I can do is look back over all the years that have passed me by,
and sigh, and wonder why

What is in your hearts that you could lie,
and almost let an innocent person die

Doesn't it make you sigh, nor cry,
that all I can do is let life pass me by,
that you have made my family cry

That my Mother had to die,
and I wasn't able to say goodbye

HOW COULD YOU LIE?

Frank E. Gable
December 15, 2004

Today is my Grandmother's birthday. It's been almost a decade since she passed away, and I have missed her terribly each and every day. She would've been 102 today.

My Grandmother, better known as "Gaga" (due to my inability as a young child to pronounce grandma) was the finest example of a human being I've ever known. I learned so much from her, and have very happy memories of the many years we were able to share together.

As a young boy I would take a Rose City Transit bus downtown practically every weekend, so I could be with her and my Grandpa. My Grandpa, otherwise known as "Shuh" (short for Sherman)passed in '73. They lived in those cool apartments in the south park blocks, now remodeled, and used by students attending Portland State. I used to roller skate, and skateboard down the middle of those park blocks, and I can still hear her telling me to get down off those statues I used to climb up on.

Well Gaga, Lipmanns is gone now, and so is the Cinnamon Bear at Christmas time. This was probably the last year the kids train in Meir and Franks toy section will provide bird's eye views of Santa Clause, and all the toys. The entire building is being redeveloped. Mannings cafeteria near the main library has disappeared, and at the Loyd Center as well. Haven't seen a JK Gills in a very long time. The Ione Plaza is still there, and they have a streetcar that runs on those old tracks now. I wonder if I could still get a veal cutlet dinner there with that terrific gravy? The YWCA is history, and the Safeway store adjacent to it has been tore down and rebuilt across the street. Jim's grocery long gone, except in my memory. I guess what saddens me the most now is our world has changed so much for the worse that I would never in a million years let my 8 year old step-daughter hop on a Tri-Met bus alone like I did at that age.

You would be proud of me though Gaga. I'm trying to help correct a horrible injustice, and guess what, that fool Neil Goldschmidt who you never liked or trusted is right in the middle of it. You were so right about the "conceit" you saw in him while he was Mayor. You won't be surprised to learn he's admitted to having sex with his 14 year old babysitter during that time.

So Gaga, if you're not to busy up there in heaven beating everybody at scrabble, could you round up a few angels who need to get their wings? Got a great opportunity goin on down here, and could use some help. Say hi to Clarence for me, will ya? Happy Birthday and I love ya!

Sixteen years ago today, Michael Francke was stabbed to death outside the Dome Building in Salem, Oregon where he worked as Director of the Oregon Department of Corrections. He was two days shy of testifying about corrupt activities within the corrections department, according to his brother Kevin. That may have been the least of it. It's quite possible Michael Francke had also become aware of then Governor Neil Goldschmidt's deep, dark secret of repeatedly raping his 14 year-old babysitter while Mayor of Portland, and was intending to reveal that as well. Why do I think that? Because that secret is the best reason why the corruption was able to exist until Francke came along. With Goldschmidt vulnerable to blackmail by the many we now know who knew of the secret, it's not hard to believe there were others who took various liberties within the departments they worked feeling Goldschmidt would cover for them or else.

Sixteen years ago today, Michael Francke was murdered just before he had the chance to reveal what he had learned, and we are expected to believe former District Attorney Dale Penn's ridiculous theory that the murder was a result of a bungled car break-in by Frank Gable, even though there is no physical evidence of Gable actually being in the car or near the car. Nevermind that no money or credit cards were taken! Nevermind the murder weapon was never found! Nevermind Frank Gable wanted to testify on his behalf at trial, but wasn't given the opportunity by his own counsel! Nevermind another man, Johnny Crouse admitted to the killing, knowing specifics of the crime that would only be known by the killer or the police. Nevermind most of the witnesses were coerced by state police investigators into giving false testimony. Most have recanted their testimony, and have alluded to coercion tactics by investigators.

There were many influential people standing to make alot of money, Goldschmidt in particular, as long as the boat didn't get rocked. Anyone can see that now.

On this night, sixteen years to the date of the murder later, I have shed more than one tear for the Francke and Gable families. I will shed no more, for those who are really responsible for this crime are about to be discovered, and the fact they feel it themselves has me smiling brightly.

Ending the season at 9-7 was not how I expected to win the division title, and secure a home game in the first round of the playoffs, but I'll take it! The defense is going to have to step it up to the level of play they were at in the beginninng of the season in order to have a chance in the playoffs.

It was a tense day watching the Rams take it to overtime, and eventually winning their game against the Jets. The Seahawks needed to win after that in order to secure the division crown. The game went down to the final seconds with the Hawks preventing the Falcons from earning a two point conversion which would've sent the game into overtime.

Ironically, Sean Alexander, the Hawks star running back, missed becoming the leagues leading rusher by two points after the Falcons consumed all the remaining time on the clock. Had the Falcons converted on the two point play, Alexander would've easily surpassed that. I'm sure Sean wanted that title, and the fat bonus that probably came with it, but I'm sure if he had to choose he'd take the division title for the team, and a home game in the first round. His accomplishment speaks volumes in a west coast offense that is not designed for the running game, and he is the reason the Seahawks are in the playoffs. We, your fans Sean, are most appreciative!

GO SEAHAWKS!

As much cop-bashing as I've done in the past, especially on my old site concerning the James Jahar Perez shooting earlier this year when Officer Jason Sery shot and killed an unarmed man in North Portland during a routine traffic stop, I feel compelled to report my most recent run-in with the Portland Police this morning.

Driving back from dropping my wife off at work downtown, I noticed the car was running hot. As I exited the freeway the car died. Within minutes two Portland Police officers drove up, and assisted me in getting the car off the road. Normally at this point they would be asking for my license, registration, and proof of insurance, but surprisingly every effort was made by them to assist me in getting my car running, and not leaving me stranded on the highway wearing a pair of shorts on a cold, rainy winter morning. After using their drinking water to help fix the problem, the car still hadn't cooled down enough to start, so they offered me a ride home at which I eagerly accepted. Thirty minutes later I was able to rescue my car, and drive it home.

I am very appreciative of the efforts of these two police officers, and believe it reflects well on the leadership currently in place at East Precinct, and the department as a whole. The efforts of the male and female officer who assisted me this morning reflect a genuine concern for the public's safety, and they have put this cop-basher in check.

I also was notified today of winning my appeal for unemployment benefits. Was wrongfully discharged a couple of months ago for misconduct. I represented myself in the matter, and apparently argued my case to a winning conclusion. Albeit a small example of justice served, it is justice nonetheless, and felt it worth mentioning. What's that they say, small steps lead to bigger steps.

Thanks to my wife Michelle for bearing the entire burden of the bills these past two months while I fight injustice on a personal level, and beyond. I love you Baby!

I think Multnomah County Sheriff Bernie Giusto should've read this before making the decision to not report Goldschmidt's repeated rape of his 14 year old babysitter while Mayor of Portland, regardless of the statute of limitations.

CODE OF ETHICAL CONDUCT-OREGON STATE POLICE


The Superintendent acknowledges that the citizens of the State of Oregon rightfully expect and demand that the Oregon State Police epitomize the highest ideals of ethical and professional conduct. As an employee, I subscribe to and adopt the ideals set forth in the Code of Ethical Conduct.

As a peace officer, I am the image of penal law and its warden. If I am to be esteemed and the law I typify respected, I must know my authority well and use it wisely. I shall neither exceed nor abuse it.

D uring my private and public life, I shall conduct myself with the highest degree of integrity and honesty. I shall at all times conduct myself in a manner which consistently maintains the public trust.

I shall be intolerant of dishonorable or unethical conduct by any person in the criminal justice community. As an Oregon State Police officer, I shall strive to be courageous in my professional and everyday life, and will take prudent and judicious action when faced with danger, scorn, or ridicule.

Although the way I choose to conduct my private life is a personal freedom, I accept responsibility for my actions while on or off duty. I will not become a party to conduct that is likely to, or does bring disrespect to myself, my fellow employees, or the Oregon State Police. To that end, I shall not engage in personal conduct that affects, or could be perceived to affect, impartiality in my official capacity.

I shall not use my position or authority for any personal gain or benefit. I shall refrain from seeking or accepting any gift, gratuity, or favor that is tendered, or could reasonably be perceived as being tendered, as an attempt to influence impartiality in my official capacity.

As an Oregon State Police officer, I acknowledge the authority and responsibility entrusted to me and will use only the amount of force reasonably necessary to accomplish and fulfill my duties. I consider the use of deadly physical force as the final option to protect myself or another person from what I reasonably believe to be the infliction, or threatened infliction, of serious physical injury.

I shall bear faithful allegiance to the State of Oregon and the Oregon State Police and shall be loyal to the highest ideals of my profession. I will serve the public with due respect, concern, courtesy, and responsiveness without prejudice. I recognize the service to the public is beyond service to myself. As a police officer, I consider it a privilege, and the greatest honor that may be bestowed upon any person, to defend the principles of liberty.