True Crime Blog
Last week’s blog about gun sales stimulated some peripheral discussion about training, concealed carry permits, and liability. This week’s blog is a follow-up to briefly address some of the issues and questions that came from it. Or, simply put, this is Part II of last week’s blog. Concealed Carry for Law Enforcement Active-duty or honorably…
Gun sales are brisk, to say the least, due to the chaotic times we are living in. Many of those who are now buying guns are doing so for the first time. Occasionally I’ll be asked for my opinion about the best gun for home defense, or what I carry concealed, or what I would…
I had a fun blog prepared for today but it’s going to have to wait. I’m angry about what is happening to our country right now, how a certain facet of society is destroying America, and I’m going to vent about it here. If you’re angry too, read on. If not, this blog isn’t for…
Even a couple of hard-charging Firestone deputies could hit a dry spell now and then. This was the result, we always reasoned, of someone having pissed off the arrest gods.
On any night in South Los Angeles, gunfire crackles against the backdrop of revving motors and booming thumps of amplified bass. But on New Year’s Eve, those nightly but sporadic—and oftentimes purposeful—volleys of gunfire, are lost in the celebratory expenditures of what some of us consider to be precious metals.
There are daily examples in the news or on the internet of the ineffective policing that now plagues many law enforcement agencies throughout our country. Anarchy in the Cities In some cities, police are ordered to stand down while terrorist groups like ANTIFA destroy property and assault citizens. In New York, police were seen turning…
Did anyone see that vicious assault last week in the NFL? The one that should have resulted in an arrest and prosecution, but won’t even get the player banned from the NFL?
“The Plymouth Speech” came about one night in Chinatown over gin and tonics while I sat with two of my best friends, Mac and Johnny B., lamenting a failed weekend with a high school sweetheart I’ll call Linda. “Sweetheart” might be a bit of an exaggeration, but there were obvious feelings each of us had…
By September 11, 2001, I had become accustomed to my phone ringing at all hours of the day and night. But on that Tuesday morning, it was my wife’s phone that rang at 5:50 a.m., not mine. It wasn’t the office calling. It wasn’t my partner, nor my lieutenant, nor an informant, witness, or a…
Robert Lee “Bobby” Harris has been a close friend since 1984. We worked together at several assignments on the sheriff’s department, including Firestone patrol and Homicide Bureau. We’ve been roommates, radio car partners, riding (motorcycles) partners, and drinking buddies.