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I just wanna listen to heavy metal

Wed, 15 May 2013 12:32:49 -0700

when I can’t wait for something

vegetasvajayjay: “In response to Abercrombie & Fitch CEO...

Wed, 15 May 2013 10:16:22 -0700

“In response to Abercrombie & Fitch CEO Mike Jeffries not wanting “not so cool” kids or women who wear size large to wear his company’s clothes, Greg Karber has come up with a funny and creative way to readjust the Abercrombie & Fitch brand.

He’s giving their clothes to the homeless.

After scouring his local thrift shop’s “douchebag section,” Karber heads to LA’s Skid Row to dole out the clothes among the homeless population. Watch the stunt and find out how you can be involved in one man’s troll-job on a company with some pretty unflattering business practices in the video above.”

You know all they can do is hide the clothes because other homeless will try to steal anything nicer than what they have just sayin

suicideisnotanoption4u: 8-years ago, CHP Officer Kevin Briggs...

Wed, 15 May 2013 10:15:20 -0700

suicideisnotanoption4u:

8-years ago, CHP Officer Kevin Briggs talked this young man out of jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge.

That young man’s name is Kevin Berthia.
Today he is 30 years old and married with 2 children.
This week he presented Officer Briggs with an award on behalf of the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention.

The story of how Officer Briggs talked Kevin down is remarkable.

As you can see in the picture, Kevin is literally one step away from jumping to his death. But for more than hour, the officer listened to Kevin pour his heart out about his troubles and told him, “I know you think things are bad, but they can get better.”

Kevin says, “Officer Briggs never made me feel guilty for the situation I was in. He made feel like, I understand why you are here, but there are alternatives”

Kevin is just one of countless lives Briggs has saved over his 23 year career.

Briggs, who was promoted to Sergeant five years ago, is humble about what he does. He says, ”they make the decision, when they step back over that rail it takes a tremendous amount of courage”

I salute Sergeant Briggs!
Photo: The San Francisco Chronicle, John Storey

mypubliclands: It’s National Police Week! The BLM has a force...

Wed, 15 May 2013 10:11:48 -0700

mypubliclands:

It’s National Police Week!

The BLM has a force of approximately 200 Rangers and 70 Special Agents who enforce a wide range of laws and regulations in the prevention, detection, and investigation of crimes affecting public lands and resources. Because of the diversity and size of BLM lands, these officers often work in conjunction with local law enforcement to keep both the local communities and public lands safe. Pictured here is Ranger Jason Cox and Suri from the BLM-OR Eugene District. Jason and Suri, who are part of the BLM K-9 team, often encounter timber theft, occupancy trespass, waste dumps, wildland arson and drug trafficking. In honor of National Police Week, be sure to thank your local law enforcement officers for all they do.

-Dana Wilson

simpleandpositive: I know a shorter path through the forrest!

Sun, 12 May 2013 14:28:04 -0700

simpleandpositive:

I know a shorter path through the forrest!

foreveralone-lyguy: drunktrophywife: whoaaaaa am I the only...

Sat, 11 May 2013 00:15:47 -0700

foreveralone-lyguy:

drunktrophywife:

whoaaaaa

am I the only one that sees a face

I think I'm a workaholic

Fri, 10 May 2013 11:01:00 -0700

I only have one class to study for now and I feel like I don’t wanna play video games unless I can benefit from it say as a scenario simulation and I just wanna eat and exercise and run non stop right now.

How would I survive summer if there was nothing to do?

paulmccartneyswife: duck dynasty on @weheartit.com -...

Thu, 09 May 2013 02:38:20 -0700

paulmccartneyswife:

duck dynasty on @weheartit.com - http://whrt.it/YGwxxD

summerscape-forestry: United States Forest Service

Sat, 04 May 2013 00:21:41 -0700

summerscape-forestry:

United States Forest Service

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Thu, 02 May 2013 20:33:47 -0700

Police Lowrider (by KPBSSanDiego)

Thu, 02 May 2013 01:52:41 -0700

Police Lowrider (by KPBSSanDiego)

Most stressful Interview Ever

Wed, 01 May 2013 11:48:55 -0700

I was shaking on the phone… I really feel that God is setting things up for me to do his work.

If it weren’t for the interview with public works, I would have been less prepared for this one.

It went well though!

yuanzeng: National Geographic Photographer of the Year: Mr....

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 23:55:44 -0700

yuanzeng:

National Geographic Photographer of the Year: Mr. Tall Fox

LOL thats how my mind works acruelultimatum: ahhhhhhh

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 18:33:18 -0700

LOL thats how my mind works

acruelultimatum:

ahhhhhhh

95% done on my Research Essay

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 01:23:13 -0700

I haven’t done a research paper in so long. Nor have I done it so well. Finding sources and citing has always been my biggest hinder and annoyance and issue. I just went along with the flow and typed it up. 5-8 pages were required… but I accidentally went to 12.

One other meaningful thing about this paper is that it feels practical. I feel like this could be some sort of master’s thesis or really contribute to the future of what I am writing about (Tijuana River Valley Regional Park).

Hope it works out.

gerardandlindseyway: this might be my favorite post on tumblr...

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 00:43:50 -0700

gerardandlindseyway:

this might be my favorite post on tumblr ever

Cal State Park Ranger Ride Along

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 21:59:06 -0700

My expectations were too high. The first event we pedestrian stopped a guy who people reported stole a phone and wallet out of a car. The sheriff k-9 took over and it was pretty fun. Then we basically checked fishing permits and patrolled all the camps for 4 hours.

The reason I was interested in being a generalist ranger was the strong amount of interpretation, law enforcement, and resource management you could do. I learned that parks, especially in Socal, focus less on interpretation. I did not feel the enthusiasm of interpretation there. The ranger told me interp was stronger in Norcal.

I did not see any resource management at all except checking for fishing licenses. It felt like the job was primarily reactive law enforcement that usually had sheriffs coming in to take over.

I learned that you can really take the job any way you like. If you want to spend your time doing traffic, actually developing a program, etc… you can do it. I am sad to know however that there seems to be too loose of leadership to a point where even the primary focus on resource protection and law enforcement are not as strong as I wished.

In terms of equipment, it was meh. I also did not like how dispatch was not located very locally, but in a far off centralized station.

Pay is also not that great. I feel like I would not even be content if I worked here at a retirement age.

Working by the beach and by a very high class area was an extremely new thing and somewhat of a culture shock to me. If gave me an idea of how it would be if I worked sheriff’s too along the coast or in an upscale area.

Honestly, I think it would be much more fun to work in the city or for the campus as a city cop at the moment. Hmm.

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Fri, 19 Apr 2013 23:39:06 -0700

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Fri, 19 Apr 2013 23:18:05 -0700

imwesmoore21: 18 what a number. So today April 18th, 2013...

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 23:02:04 -0700

imwesmoore21:

18 what a number.
So today April 18th, 2013 makes one year, that my dad passed away. I wish I could begin to explain to you all how wonderful strong and caring my dad was. I unfortunately can’t even begin to explain that. But I will tell you this, my dad is the kind of father I want to be, when I had a problem he offered a solution, when I needed that harsh truth my dad was there to dish it out, when it became time for me to become a man my dad was there to lead me in the path I needed to go. Now for a little back story, my biological fathers name is Jason, my dad name is John. Jason, isn’t a bad guy, we just lived in different states, I never really had much of a relationship with him nor did we ever really bond either, luckily I had my dad. My dad met my mom when I was 7 years, he worked for the local police department being the little badass I was I’d ride around his patrol car, ask him how the donuts were and if he liked bacon. He’d catch me sneaking out of my moms house to ride my bike, well then my moms at the time husband decided he wanted to become a raging alcoholic whose favorite past was punching and kicking a 7 year old Wes. One night the neighbors called the police department, (at the time not yet my dad) Officer John Fontenot, arrived at our house to investigate what he referred to as a noise compliant. I still remember him in his uniform, I remember looking at the pins in his shirt and wanting to ask what they were for but my moms husband had instructed me not to say a word and that my eye which was at the swollen out to be the size of a orange with bright blue and deep purple bruising on my arms, chest, neck and the knot in my forehead, was caused by a bike accident. My dad didn’t believe it for a second he got my name and moms husbands name filed a report. A few weeks later a white older woman showed up with a different officer ( I now remember as Rambo) and wanted to ask me questions. My moms husband had already coached me, as to what to say and what caused my injuries. He always said if I ever told any cop or teacher what happened to me he’d kill my mother and tie me to a chair and burn the house down. So out of fear I lied to the lady, even though so badly wanted to tell them the truth about my bruises about my scars but I didn’t. Even after the interview my dad periodically checked up on me, he noticed that I was getting unhealthy as far as my weight, I was skin and bones due to the fact I wasn’t allowed to eat when my moms husband was around. When my dad wasnt busy he’d bring me to this little drive in cafe and buy me lunch or breakfast. Then one day my moms husband decided beating me with his hands was getting boring , that takin a Waterhose filling it with batteries and other small metal items was his new favorite tool. I remember “what I did” which was spill water on the floor, my moms husband took the hose and began hitting me across my chest arms head, legs to the point I was knocked out, when I woke up I remember my mom askin me “who did this?” “Who did this?” I shook my head no, then I heard a voice, a voice that I’ve heard a thousand times say “it’s okay, I won’t let then do it again” I then told them what happened. My dad then walked out of the room and placed my moms husband under arrest. A few months go by I get better, my mom tells me that she had someone she wanted me to, my dad walked I ran and hugged him. I hadn’t seen him in months and never got to thank him for what he did. My mom then told me that we were moving in with Mr.John (cuz you know I just didn’t start off calling him dad) years go by I turn into a teenager, my dad retires from law enforcement. I finish school, move to Memphis for a year then I come back. My dad then Asked me what is it I wanted to do with my life as a career, I threw some ideas out, he suggested maybe law enforcement. I told I didn’t think it was for me, that I don’t think I was cut out for it. He never pressured me into, I then decide that I wanted to do it. He makes a few calls for me and lines a few things up then bam I was law enforcement officer, I remember the first day I brought my uniform to his house, he was so excited to show me how to set my duty rig up how to polish my boots how to wear my badge and a few tricks of the trade. I remember this day well because I’ve never seen the look of pride in his eyes like that day. Yes I know everyone has a hero, some it’s a sport icon, a singer or a celeb. My dad was my hero, he saved from someone who hurt me, saved me from the life style I endured, kept me safe. Protected me, gave me everything when I had nothing. So on this day a year ago I lost my mentor, my friend, my hero, and most importantly my dad.