“Better to let the guilty go…

…than to punish the innocent.” This maxim may be more commonly interpreted and known, at least in the United States, as “innocent until proven guilty.” It is a foundation of law in the United States, and for a very good reason.

More and more, though, it seems like people have lost a fundamental understanding of why that maxim exists. When I see articles such as this, or this lovely article, with quotes such as, “How often are we manipulated into prioritizing the abuser over the abused?” I am reminded that, by and large, most people do not understand the nature of the judicial system or due process in the United States. The judicial system is one in the US that is known as “adversarial,” that is, the court pits the accuser against the accused to judge the evidence and credibility of those involved in the alleged incident. As part of this, courts and law makers have devised rules and standards for court conduct. One of those standards, in fact, one so important that it is covered twice in the United States Constitution, is the right to due process.



Justice is blind. That’s one of the first things that I ever learned about how the legal system was supposed to work. Law protects everyone equally, judges are impartial, and facts are the only things that matter to the case. The ideal system that I’m sure every first-year law student (not that I’ve gone to law school – yet) hears and believes. I know I have for a long time, though the belief was starting to crumble a little bit. Still, I thought that the exceptions were just that – exceptions – and that the majority of the justice system was functioning as it should. I had a lot of faith in lawyers and judges to “make it right” when people were harmed.

I don’t know that I feel that way anymore.



The meatloaf came out of the oven just now from tonight’s meatloaf, salad, and potatoes stream. It actually tastes really good, for all that I hadn’t cooked meatloaf in nearly seven years. I think that I would like to do this more often, because it’s pretty fantastic – especially with the fresh herbs and the cooked garlic and onion all giving it wonderful flavor. If I had to say, I would guess that I will be making this recipe a lot more – a good source of iron, tasty, and something I really enjoyed doing!

My Open Letter to Congress

I am writing to you today about the bill being proposed by Rep. Wagner entitled “Allow States and Victims to Fight Online Sex Trafficking Act of 2017“.



Not a whole lot to say here. I’ve been thinking about writing a post now that I’m out of the Navy and am on terminal leave, but I will leave that for another time. I’m honestly still digesting how that whole time period of my life went, and, well… it’s hard.

But anyway.

The meat of this post is as follows: I am starting up my Let’s Play series again on YouTube. It’s not going to be a daily thing, honestly. I’m hoping for twice a week, though I will try to post at minimum once a week. It’s going to be one main LP and one “side project” that’s generally just going to be some kind of fun little casual game or side thing I’m interested in. May not even be a game at all – at least for the side LP – it may be things like ‘Let’s Teach’ or ‘Let’s Cook’, where I delve into tutorials about software applications, or record myself cooking and walk through the process.

At any rate, if you want to come watch, the URI is right here and I would be happy to have you come by and check out my videos. Let’s do something great!

Community College

It’s interesting to me. I’ve been doing some research on both sides of the debate about if a CC/Associates is worth the time and money. Almost universally I am disgusted by the people who say no. I don’t think I’m an academic elitist, but I can’t agree with or really even understand the people who go, “There are no hot chicks there, bruh,” or, “I got a degree in basket weaving and can’t find a job – it’s the CC’s fault.”

I have always been under the impression that you go to college – no matter what level – in order to advance an education in a field that is either something you love or something you think is beneficial. So when I read arguments about the quality of girls, or a “useless” degree, or even people with higher degrees saying that a lower degree is a “waste of time,” it doesn’t make sense to me.

Am I just off the wall stupid, or do the people who say negative things about community colleges not really know their ass from a hole in the ground?


All I have to say with this entry is: Why do certain professions (law, accounting, etc.) have to say simple things in an overly-complicated and stupid way? Seriously. Present value is a concept that is made way too hard by making it sound ridiculous. It’s as simple as, “The current value of a certain amount of future money.” Or, stated easily, “What is $100 a year from now worth at the current time?”

Why do they make things so difficult? Is this just a perverse and sick pleasure from the people who advance the field? Or just a cruel trick to play on accounting students before they graduate?

I have never been so ashamed to be an American.

When I joined the Navy, one thing I never expected was to be a babysitter for a bunch of drunken adults. Today, that’s what I have ended up being. I’ve apologized to countless Italians for the behavior of the people I am on Liberty with, and it feels like I am some kind of babysitter, not person trying to relax. I’m more stressed out now than I was underway.

This is not ok. Normal people don’t act like this, and sailors shouldn’t either. As a ship, we are a disgrace to the United States.

I want to get a job where I can stop this.

Link here

Everyone in the United States is so damn worried about international terrorism and ISIS that we’ve stopped putting eyes on the gross injustices and absolute abuse and overreach of authority that is happening right here at home. There’s no reason why an innocent farmer should lose his or her land to some governmental agency that decides to step in “just because” and not give any factual rhyme or reason for what they are doing. Hell, farmers are the reason that we are all alive today – you know, the whole “people need to eat” concept? – and to treat them like criminals for TENDING TO THEIR OWN LAND is asinine at best and downright evil at worst.

I honestly wish there was a better way than just voting and hoping that the politician isn’t a total spineless asshole or liar (HA!). I would honestly give up a lot of my own time and energy to be able to advocate for people to be able to hold farms and keep their family livelihood going strong. After all, respect for the Earth isn’t defined as leaving her alone and never touching her like a damn museum; it’s being a conscientious caretaker that measures actions and tries to keep them as much in balance as possible.

Sorry for the rant, it just pisses me off to no end that people do this. So much red tape for such a simple job, and no reason for it except to harass honest, hard working people. Where’s the advocates for us?

To my beloved Punk

It’s been almost five years now since you left. I think about you a lot of days still. Silly, I’m sure, you’d think someone could move on after five years. A lot in my life has changed; I wish you were still here to see it all. There’s so much that I wish I could have shared with you, you know? You would have loved where I lived most of the time I’ve been in VA. It was a really small apartment, but it would have been perfect for one guy and his cat.

I miss you all the time, you know. There are mornings when I get up and get confused when I walk outside of the bedroom and you aren’t there. I’ll sit down on the couch – which I avoid a lot now – and wonder if you’re ok, why you haven’t come over to settle down yet. There’s been a couple times when I “accidentally” left a sip of that special “chocolate milk” you loved so much in my glass at my desk for you, only to remember an hour later that you aren’t there anymore. Sometimes I can see you out of the corner of my eye, but when I turn my head to look, there’s nothing there.

Why did you have to leave? I know you were old, and I know you were in pain, and I am so glad that you are able to rest now in the field before the rainbow bridge where you are young and happy and can hunt and play. I just miss you so much that it hurts my heart to think about you, and I hate that. I love you, Punk, and there’s a hole in my heart that will never go away. You were my best friend.

I miss my best friend.