Detectives are warning South Side residents about a man who at least twice this month has posed as a federal agent and robbed people.
The man robbed people about 2:10 p.m. Tuesday and about 3 p.m. Sept. 15, both in the South Chicago Police District, according to an alert issued Friday.
“Basically if you have an individual that approaches you and says they’re some type of law enforcement official or agent, then you should ask for some type of identification,” said Sgt. Yul Cousins of the Chicago Police Department.
In both the Sept. 15 robbery in the 7700 block of South Colfax Avenue and the Tuesday robbery in the 8100 block of South Paxton Avenue, the man was driving a tan sport-utility vehicle with temporary plates, police said.
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Chicago Police Detectives: Fake federal agent robs 2 on South Side
Friday, 27 September 2013
Looting the Pension Funds of Public Employees - All across America, Wall Street is grabbing money meant for public workers
By Matt Taibbi
September 26, 2013 7:00 AM ET
In the final months of 2011, almost two years before the city of Detroit would shock America by declaring bankruptcy in the face of what it claimed were insurmountable pension costs, the state of Rhode Island took bold action to avert what it called its own looming pension crisis. Led by its newly elected treasurer, Gina Raimondo – an ostentatiously ambitious 42-year-old Rhodes scholar and former venture capitalist – the state declared war on public pensions, ramming through an ingenious new law slashing benefits of state employees with a speed and ferocity seldom before seen by any local government.
Called the Rhode Island Retirement Security Act of 2011, her plan would later be hailed as the most comprehensive pension reform ever implemented. The rap was so convincing at first that the overwhelmed local burghers of her little petri-dish state didn't even know how to react. "She's Yale, Harvard, Oxford – she worked on Wall Street," says Paul Doughty, the current president of the Providence firefighters union. "Nobody wanted to be the first to raise his hand and admit he didn't know what the fuck she was talking about."
Soon she was being talked about as a probable candidate for Rhode Island's 2014 gubernatorial race. By 2013, Raimondo had raised more than $2 million, a staggering sum for a still-undeclared candidate in a thimble-size state. Donors from Wall Street firms like Goldman Sachs, Bain Capital and JPMorgan Chase showered her with money, with more than $247,000 coming from New York contributors alone. A shadowy organization called EngageRI, a public-advocacy group of the 501(c)4 type whose donors were shielded from public scrutiny by the infamous Citizens United decision, spent $740,000 promoting Raimondo's ideas. Within Rhode Island, there began to be whispers that Raimondo had her sights on the presidency. Even former Obama right hand and Chicago mayor Rahm Emanuel pointed to Rhode Island as an example to be followed in curing pension woes.
What few people knew at the time was that Raimondo's "tool kit" wasn't just meant for local consumption. The dynamic young Rhodes scholar was allowing her state to be used as a test case for the rest of the country, at the behest of powerful out-of-state financiers with dreams of pushing pension reform down the throats of taxpayers and public workers from coast to coast. One of her key supporters was billionaire former Enron executive John Arnold – a dickishly ubiquitous young right-wing kingmaker with clear designs on becoming the next generation's Koch brothers, and who for years had been funding a nationwide campaign to slash benefits for public workers.
Nor did anyone know that part of Raimondo's strategy for saving money involved handing more than $1 billion – 14 percent of the state fund – to hedge funds, including a trio of well-known New York-based funds: Dan Loeb's Third Point Capital was given $66 million, Ken Garschina's Mason Capital got $64 million and $70 million went to Paul Singer's Elliott Management. The funds now stood collectively to be paid tens of millions in fees every single year by the already overburdened taxpayers of her ostensibly flat-broke state. Felicitously, Loeb, Garschina and Singer serve on the board of the Manhattan Institute, a prominent conservative think tank with a history of supporting benefit-slashing reforms. The institute named Raimondo its 2011 "Urban Innovator" of the year.
Read more: http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/news/looting-the-pension-funds-20130926#ixzz2g9qLWIkj
Clariese Jones, Paul Mikell and their welfare check daughter Olivia Jones busted after they robbed a church of items then sold them in a yard sale
It's all a big joke when Negroes get arrested! Look at these little bitches smiling their asses off as they head to the lock up! The lock up should have a baseball bat next to the mugshot camera and when these assholes begin to smile for the camera, they should be whacked in the head!
Clariese Jones (pictured left), Paul Mikell (pictured center) and their daughter Olivia Jones (pictured) were arrested and charged with simple burglary of a religious building, when the Mom, Dad, and child trio allegedly robbed church items then sold them in a yard sale at their nearby home in Slidell, La., reports ABC News.
According to St. Tammany Police Captain George Bonnett, who spoke to ABC News, the family allegedly confessed to authorities that they had repeatedly robbed the El Bethel Apostolic Ministry in Slidell of music equipment, generators, a water cooler, electronics, and more over a two-trip burglary spree. The heist occurred during the church’s renovation.
During police interrogation, the three suspects allegedly stated that Clariese, Olivia, and a another person only identified as Beaux, entered the church premises on September 12th to pilfer the items while Mitchell stood outside as the lookout.
On the night of the alleged first robbery, Clariese was taken in to custody involving another case, after deputies conducted a traffic stop on her vehicle. In order to bail the Mom out, Mitchell and Olivia allegedly returned to the church three days later — after the initial burglary — to reportedly gather up more stolen goods to sell in order to bail Clariese out of jail.
Detectives were tipped off that the trio had been selling their stolen merchandise in a yard sale at their home — which is located only a stone’s throw from the church.
When officers reportedly arrived at Jones and Mikell’s home with a search warrant, they surveyed all of the electronic goods which had been reported missing; the items were strewn across the family’s lawn for the public sale.
Upon entering the family residence, detectives reportedly discovered the missing church water coolers in the living room. Once the officers stepped out in to the backyard, they stumbled across one of the church’s speakers.
Bonnett told ABC News, investigators have managed to confiscate most of the stolen items, as a matter of fact, he contends, “We’re very close to having all of it — about 95 percent has been recovered.”
Little Miss Hispanic Delaware Stripped Of Crown For Not Being Latina Enough & looking too much like a shithead
No Hispanic is named Jakiyak!
Jakiyah McKoy (pictured), a 7-year-old who was crowned Little Miss Hispanic Delaware last month, has been stripped of her title, amid outbursts that she is not Hispanic enough.
SEE ALSO: Marissa Alexander To Get New Trial
According to El Tiempo Hispano:
There was uproar when the winner was announced because, according to the public, she was not the best representative of a Latin beauty.
McKoy’s grandmother was born in the Dominican Republic, which is reportedly where her Latin heritage came from. However, a pageant official said her roots were never proved.
Maria Perez, president of Nuestras Raices Delaware, an organization that sponsors the beauty pageant, told Latino Rebels McKoy’s family was asked to provide documents proving she had Latin ancestry.
“She joined the pageant and of course one of the things is you have to be of 25 percent Latino heritage,” Perez said. “Her parents were asked to bring in documentation. Of all of the documentation brought in there was nothing that confirmed Dominican heritage.”
Perez, who is Brooklyn-born, strongly denied allegations the decision was racially motivated, saying that “color has nothing to do with it. We’re all Latinos. That’s why we’re so beautiful because we come in all different colors.”
That didn’t seem to fly with some Twitter folk who chimed in, though, and an account from Feministing, a feminist blog, says the pageant is biased against Hispanics of African descent:
This is where our tax dollars is spent via WELFARE - Gabrell Marie Melton and Eugene Brimzy III - Wildebeest Mother & Retard Son Busted for a robbery spree of white female & their purses
Photos: Subhuman Wildebeest Welfare Breeder Gabrell Marie Melton and her village retard son Eugene Brimzy III
Meet Gabrell Marie Melton and Eugene Brimzy III.
The mother-son duo was charged yesterday with a purse-robbing spree that targeted female victims shopping at Walmart and Burlington Coat Factory outlets outside Houston, Texas.
According to police, the duo attacked shoppers as they entered or exited mall stores. Three victims--including a 70-year-old woman who was battered by Brimzy--had their purses ripped from them by the pair. Cops allege that Melton, 38, and Brimzy, 21, drove around the city of Humble Wednesday hunting for victims.
The kin were apprehended after witnesses provided a description of their getaway car. They were named yesterday in criminal complaints charging them with aggravated robbery and robbery, both felonies.}
Melton and Brimzy are pictured above in Humble Police Department booking photos (click to enlarge if you want to try and decipher their tattoos).
The family that allegedly robbed together now stays together (albeit in separate wings) in the Harris County jail. Brimzy is locked up in lieu of $40,000. Melton is being held on $60,000 bond since her rap sheet includes a prior felony narcotics distribution charge.
The Cops Amaze Me
This was aired as an editorial by a DJ named Bob Lonsberry WHAM 1180 AM out of Rochester NY
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Tuesday, September 17, 2013
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The Cops Amaze Me
The cops amaze me.
Some days I honestly don’t know how they do it.
Like yesterday, at the Navy Yard.
We know about the bad guy, we know about his military record and his criminal record. And we know what he did.
But we don’t know much about how he came to stop doing what he was doing.
We don’t know much about how they took him down.
But what we do know is impressive.
Which gets back to the cops.
Yesterday morning about 8:20, the first 9-1-1 call came in of trouble in Building 197. Moments later, an alert was broadcast and officers began speeding toward the Navy Yard from across the District of Columbia.
Regular patrol officers.
Some from schools, some from speed-enforcement details, all from the first hour a new shift and a new week. Old, young, male, female, black, white. They just came. Primarily from the Metropolitan Police Department and the Federal Park Police.
Officers whose lives were going from zero to 60 in the blink of an eye. Officers who went from the sleepy good morning of a Monday dawn to the real-world battlefield of an active shooter.
They began to arrive almost immediately.
And quickly formed up into an assault team.
They didn’t wait for the SWAT team. They didn’t stand back and wait for the armored personnel carrier. They formed up and went in.
Specifically, seven minutes after the first call, an ad hoc team of park police and district police with AR-15s ran into the building in their patrol uniforms.
They ran to the sound of the gunfire.
They closed with the enemy, and engaged him, and killed him.
And by every account some 10 minutes after the first word of trouble had breathed across the police radio, regular patrol officers had killed the gunman and ended his assault.
He fought the law, and the law won.
It’s impossible to calculate how many lives that saved. It’s impossible to calculate how much expertise that took.
It’s impossible to grasp the mindset of readiness that must permeate the men and women of law enforcement. Without notice, the police can be thrown into life-and-death situations where every second and every decision counts.
And sometimes, like yesterday, they must operate in an environment that is heartbreaking and troubling. The responding officers at the Navy Yard ran past the dead and dying, their blood pooling where they lay, in order to press their attack against a monster.
And that was just yesterday.
Every day it is different, every call it is different. Sometimes they are comforting heartbroken children, other times they are knocking on the door to inform someone of the death of a relative. Sometimes they are spat upon, other times they are vomited upon. They are hated and loved, cursed and praised, sometimes on the same call.
They see the carnage of the highways, the sorrow of abused and neglected children, the collapse of a battered wife. They talk the despondent off bridges, they catch the drunk drivers, they try to mediate family and neighbor disputes.
And half the time they do it while being cussed by one group or another. Maybe it’s the neighborhood people. Maybe it’s the pastors. Maybe it’s an activist with a cell-phone video.
The politicians trash them, the residents trash them, the police brass trashes them. They’re ready to lay down their lives for strangers, but heaven help them if anybody thinks they were impolite to a citizen. Heaven help them if they disrespected somebody’s culture.
They fight crime all day, every day, and usually it is a pretty low-key affair. Until there’s a glint of sunlight or a stumbling drunk or a dispatch on the radio.
That’s when it’s Superman time.
That’s when the next 10 minutes of your life are going to be some of the most important in your life.
Like yesterday at the Navy Yard.
Across a big city, the routine of the morning worked its way out. Until there was a cry for help, and the sirens began to roar, and a crew of men and women from at least a couple of departments ran toward the danger.
And killed it.
Before he could kill anybody else.
The cops amaze me.
The Cops Amaze Me
Some days I honestly don’t know how they do it.
Like yesterday, at the Navy Yard.
We know about the bad guy, we know about his military record and his criminal record. And we know what he did.
But we don’t know much about how he came to stop doing what he was doing.
We don’t know much about how they took him down.
But what we do know is impressive.
Which gets back to the cops.
Yesterday morning about 8:20, the first 9-1-1 call came in of trouble in Building 197. Moments later, an alert was broadcast and officers began speeding toward the Navy Yard from across the District of Columbia.
Regular patrol officers.
Some from schools, some from speed-enforcement details, all from the first hour a new shift and a new week. Old, young, male, female, black, white. They just came. Primarily from the Metropolitan Police Department and the Federal Park Police.
Officers whose lives were going from zero to 60 in the blink of an eye. Officers who went from the sleepy good morning of a Monday dawn to the real-world battlefield of an active shooter.
They began to arrive almost immediately.
And quickly formed up into an assault team.
They didn’t wait for the SWAT team. They didn’t stand back and wait for the armored personnel carrier. They formed up and went in.
Specifically, seven minutes after the first call, an ad hoc team of park police and district police with AR-15s ran into the building in their patrol uniforms.
They ran to the sound of the gunfire.
They closed with the enemy, and engaged him, and killed him.
And by every account some 10 minutes after the first word of trouble had breathed across the police radio, regular patrol officers had killed the gunman and ended his assault.
He fought the law, and the law won.
It’s impossible to calculate how many lives that saved. It’s impossible to calculate how much expertise that took.
It’s impossible to grasp the mindset of readiness that must permeate the men and women of law enforcement. Without notice, the police can be thrown into life-and-death situations where every second and every decision counts.
And sometimes, like yesterday, they must operate in an environment that is heartbreaking and troubling. The responding officers at the Navy Yard ran past the dead and dying, their blood pooling where they lay, in order to press their attack against a monster.
And that was just yesterday.
Every day it is different, every call it is different. Sometimes they are comforting heartbroken children, other times they are knocking on the door to inform someone of the death of a relative. Sometimes they are spat upon, other times they are vomited upon. They are hated and loved, cursed and praised, sometimes on the same call.
They see the carnage of the highways, the sorrow of abused and neglected children, the collapse of a battered wife. They talk the despondent off bridges, they catch the drunk drivers, they try to mediate family and neighbor disputes.
And half the time they do it while being cussed by one group or another. Maybe it’s the neighborhood people. Maybe it’s the pastors. Maybe it’s an activist with a cell-phone video.
The politicians trash them, the residents trash them, the police brass trashes them. They’re ready to lay down their lives for strangers, but heaven help them if anybody thinks they were impolite to a citizen. Heaven help them if they disrespected somebody’s culture.
They fight crime all day, every day, and usually it is a pretty low-key affair. Until there’s a glint of sunlight or a stumbling drunk or a dispatch on the radio.
That’s when it’s Superman time.
That’s when the next 10 minutes of your life are going to be some of the most important in your life.
Like yesterday at the Navy Yard.
Across a big city, the routine of the morning worked its way out. Until there was a cry for help, and the sirens began to roar, and a crew of men and women from at least a couple of departments ran toward the danger.
And killed it.
Before he could kill anybody else.
The cops amaze me.
Wait Til You See What O.J. Simpson Was Allegedly Caught Stealing In Prison - Believe it or not it was OREO COOKIES!
O.J. Simpson could spend a total of 33 years in prison for armed robbery. The 66-year-old former NFL star apparently risked adding more time to his already long sentence when he allegedly tried unsuccessfully to steal some cookies from the prison cafeteria.
Multiple reports have said O.J. was caught with the contraband cookies hidden under his shirt as he left the cafeteria and was walking towards his cell.
The Daily Mail says that a suspicious guard stopped Simpson after noticing the bulge under his shirt. Inmates who witnessed the event apparently wondered if O.J. had tried to smuggle a cell phone or other banned technology into the facility. One witness described the humiliating and apparently hilarious scene, “So when the guard started pulling cookies out of O.J.’s shirt, the other inmates started laughing so hard they nearly fell over.”
“O.J. just stood there with a goofy grin on his face as the guard kept digging inside his shirt and throwing the cookies on the floor,” the Washington Times reported, quoting a National Enquirer source.
Adding to the irony of Simpson possibly spending the rest of his life behind bars for armed robbery after beating the double-murder charge, is his getting caught stealing cookies while being constantly warned by doctors that his severe diabetes must be addressed with strict diet and exercise.
The observant guard who caught the cookie bandit could have written a formal complaint that may have added time to O.J.’s sentence. Instead, the reports say, the generous jailer merely confiscated the cookies and let Simpson off with a verbal warning and the public embarrassment he experienced.
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