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There used to be three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies and statistics (and now a fourth, the half-truth; the damnedest lie of all.)

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August 17, 2015 Richard Hylton 13166 Jane Court San Diego, CA 92129 858-484-6330 HyltonRichard@gmail.com RHylton@San.RR.com James Comey Jr. FBI Headquarters  935 Pennsylvania Avenue, NW Washington, D.C. 20535-0001  Certified No. 7003 1010 0001 7320 5675 Loretta E. Lynch Attorney General U.S. Department of Justice 950 Pennsylvania Avenue, NW Washington, DC 20530-0001 Kamala Harris Attorney General, State Of California Office of the Attorney General 455 Golden Gate, Ave., Suite 11000 San Francisco, CA 94102-7004 Certified No. 7011 0470 0000 0250 6456 Re: There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies and statistics [1] . Dear Director and Attorneys General On or about June 29, 2015 I found myself compelled to write to Director Comey. I was, at least in part, responding to the Director’s springtime address at Georgetown University. While I found some common ground with the Director, I took exception to his omissions, and, as

The Prodigal Penguin Finch

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Prodigal: adjective 1. wastefully   or   recklessly   extravagant: prodigal   expenditure. 2. giving   or   yielding   profusely;   lavish   (usually   followed   by   of   or   with ): prodigal   of   smiles;   prodigal   with   money. 3. lavishly   abundant;   profuse: nature's   prodigal   resources. The finch is none of those things, the title was used for alliterative effect. On the other hand, I would not be honest if I were not to admit that I have received lavish, abundant and profuse satisfaction in following the bird. And, so, the word stays; as long as the bird stays. Mid-June As is my wont, my mornings are spent doing the same nothing each day. One particular morning in mid-may was no different, coffee then tea then a visit to each plant to check on its welfare and to water it, if necessary. There was a sound; a sound not noticed; a sound that deserved no attention and one that got none; a squawk; a caw; certainly not a chirp. I kept to

The Land of Milk and Cookies

Around 30 years ago and not far from where I live, California Highway Patrolman Craig Peyer made a traffic stop. It was of a beautiful young woman and she did not survive. ( Our cops here do have special stop and frisk practices for good-looking women and some have gone to prison for the practice. Some remain there. ) At home, we discussed and agreed that if Mrs. Hylton was being stopped by a cop, at night, she would proceed to a gas station or some heavily trafficked place; a place with people. We agreed that in doing so she would risk being shot at while trying to get to that place. (I do not recall any such discussion where I was concerned.) Nowadays neither of us go out at night, at least not alone. I rarely do so at daytime either. So now, if I did not misread your article,  we have cops complaining that they can't shoot every Black that they come upon after traffic stops; for fear of the press and the public. What is the world coming to? Accord