Showing posts with label Crime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crime. Show all posts

Thursday, June 27, 2013

COMRADE PUTIN CONQUERS CRIME?

How does anyone of President Putin's vision even have time to tackle something as profoundly elaborate and significant as crime? Because in The New York Times, Tuesday, June 25th's Putin Rules Out Extradition for Snowden in Russia Airport, it sounded a bit as if he's been in the gym. In addition, four days earlier, last Friday, June 21st, The New York Times ran Putin Puts Pensions at Risk in $43 Billion Bid to Jolt Economy, which stunned me with what could have just been lines of parody. Excepwhat if President Putin's announcement is true in scope, this plan could begin changing the criminal enterprise system all over the world? 

Quoting The New York TimesPresident Vladimir V. Putin announced a risky stimulus program, along with an amnesty plan for white-collar criminals intended to improve investor confidence.

Wow! Amnesty, technically for arbitrarily supervised white collar crime is absolutely fabulous. Then Russia's justice system may seem less the result of darts thrown at targets with no civil rights? 

Russia's Government can't possibly expect to compensate all unjust fraud so the plan could just devolve into legalese that The State is kind to let anyone free. Victims may remain desirable statistics by reviving their business careers. While some entrepreneurs will disappear sloppily, unable to regain traction over tasks they'd conquered. Otherwise why bother confiscating their property at all? 

Why not wipe the full slate clean and forgive judges leveraged by  ruthless competition? Think about how deep forgiveness must reach for everyone to forgive? About how if this is just to calm investors, innocent Russians are once again betrayed by the absurdness of purity being a reason not to try. Not being a lawyer, I myself can only advise something unrealistically foolish. Buy out the corruption, President Putin. Early retirement for everybody. Because no court system in the world is large enough to alter the financing of corruption all by themselves.  
As President Putin can capably guess. Corruption won't be faced from behind a podium in front of cameras. Facing corruption is perhaps unrealistic, but still not a reason for half-hard-hearted zealous enforcement of law that should be altering crime's incentives rather than just perfecting the feeding at the trough.

So? Who will Boris Titov's miracle lawyer be, whose staff starts the untangling of the Great Stalinist Scapegoat, OpportunismOr is this breakthrough a Patronage Feast too?
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Supreme Court Strikes Down Key Part of Voting Rights Act in The New York Times by , June 25, 2013

Three Cheers For Summer Vacation

This decision could be thought of as nitpicking minutiae and hardly a political score. Because just because country clubs include all the right people now, doesn't mean the complete culture is included. So, no matter how cold this decision could be made to seem towards racial equality now, I hope the whole country takes the Supreme Court's challenge to prove them right when they're not completely wrong.
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Two 2012 Soapbox Views on George Zimmerman's Sanford, Fl. Trial 
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Congratulations 2013 Inductee, Tim Raines
My First Interview, 1976

Friday, June 7, 2013

Power Is Tenuous?

Alexander The Great
"Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely." Lord Acton, John Dalberg-Acton.

Power is tenuous. Political relationships are such heavy slopes governments lose traction and tumble over populations entrusted to their care. The world is up in arms over corruption the corrupt understand is money. Thus the tenuous hope pure legality fixes the sin criminality with the same public resolve used to manufacture wars with anything. Can you feel how future generations might learn to refuse to even think of the word, thereby no longer recognizing war? Déjà Vu?

Tribal feudalism. Enclaves mad they're not in power. Whatever happened to peace, love and understanding entering everyone's head? Bet some war or another interfered with human rights. 
Beyond the restraining of the Power of the Press who knows what governments or citizens are capable of in the name of control? The definition of what ruling and being ruled is at stake. The importance of government is everyone's protection and not just the various prosperous tyrannies ruling the minorities and majorities of the world. 

The Wednesday June 5th Reuters covered an example of extreme government over enforcement requiring an evolution where the antagonists can only perceive themselves fighting. Yes decades of political prisons means a government is not flexible but North Korea's elite could experience the light of day yet.

Or it just may be in the stars humanity goes forth perpetually blue in the face investigating corruption while dodging and weaving simulating attentive indifference to dishonesty's enrichment that's anyone's guess when even the Supreme Court can't agree how to vote. Allah/God be blessed.

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President Makes Headlines
Fourth Term Already Bagged?


Marriage, the contractual obligation. Russia's President Vladimir Putin finally released his wife. Even Pravda reported the reclusive President Putin increased his gossip factor. How much farther could the president go? Well. This divorce appears so routine social circles all over the world are green-with-envy. How it should be for all parties to live out their lives peacefully. We should all have the connections of presidents. Vladimir Putin has that ring of political genius? 
It is tough to criticize Russia's president which is why I make fun for him to join in. Everyone is pleased to no end by progress achieved by the Putin Administration. But Mr. President, details require addressing that have been lost in the muddle of who's getting blamed. 

You should just pick one corrupt issue and explore it for a month and come out of your research thinking how you'll get the innocent and guilty out of this one. Stalin could put people on trial. You sir, Mr. President, should show imagination worthy of a modern-day leader.

Officially divorcing his wife he'd not been seen with in public for years is just the beginning. 

Wait until Vladimir is breakdancing his open shirt across the discotheques of Moscow and Europe? We'll have all the joyful noise we need to see, read and feel the truth is that gossip is the only really entertaining news our busy lives are given time for. The rest will just iron out if we can just leave things to men like President Putin who can so business-like extinguish the flames of matrimony in such a forthright way wife Lyudmila Aleksandrovna acted accordingly.
Short Story In Memory of Counter Culturist, 
Bohemian Tuli Kupferberg
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Thursday, May 30, 2013

To Be Advertising Or Not To Be Is A Question?

According to a first page banner advertisement in The New York Times, Sir Edmund Hillary topped Mt. Everest with Post Grape-Nuts in his pocket, May 29th, 1953. There's no mistaking the value of the consumers' attention, such that as destructive as consumerism can be, financial democracy is a useful solution. 

It's reassuring that whatever the real problem is if it's just about money and everyone's access then we know the solution. The financial success of nuts and berries and families of buffalo? 

Eventually the panacea of education will have created new people so smart that present problems are just maturing society's past. Though a poll consensus would indubitably run high that this generation already considers itself very mature. Especially as the dark ages of the traditional 20th Century shrink in the collective mirror. The world not only improves through education, earthlings evolved. Yet for all our developed strength, where's the efficacy in thwarting the financial security of the crippled, weak and even beaten since the general necessity is that finance circulates throughout society so that everyone can afford Grape-Nuts wherever they're sold whether they want some or not. Grape-Nuts for everybody.

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And Now, While Dominoes Fall In Russia, Something Slightly Different?
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A Theoretical New York City Political Tale From The Other Side Of The Commercial Fence
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Whose Under Society’s Big Tent?


I had to get away and go where I wasn’t expected to torment myself for my frustrations. I went to see a film I was told I’d never seen anything like before. Still you have to be suspicious when anyone says something will blow your mind. I was. No one’s discovered a new way for James Bond to explode.

I made it to my seat with no difficulty as carpet led my fellow gentry, who can afford feature films, to our individual chairs. Then something was different right away as if revolution was in the air. The music stopped and curtains abruptly closed halfway as the vibrantly pulsating full-screen ad faded to black and a little grainy film came on. The view was from an across-the-street camera slowly panning a graffitied building. Then the camera zooms in and focuses on the sign above the door that says the Tuli Kupferberg Memorial Library and Coffee House. Then the camera lowers slowly to follow the back of a man’s head then his torso inside, so that, after waiting on a car, the camera catches up with the man's back just inside the door. Then the camera widens right to pan from behind the unmanned bar, past the other room of books, to continue left across various heads, sitting at tables and reading alone on the floor. 

So when the camera pan reached the left wall it zooms in on a painting of people screaming at the top of their lungs. Then music starts and the song CIA Man by The Fugs plays in its’ entirety. (3:35 mins.) And when the music started the camera about faced away from the picture to catch the man, grinning in profile, while he surveys the room. Camera 1 also slid backward along the side wall until stabilized in the back corner where it shot from for the rest of the play. So when Camera 1 locks in place, another camera is on a new guy's back coming in and from over that new second man's shoulder, Camera 2 catches his chewing gum extremely slow as the two men stand next to each other listening to the song. 

Meanwhile Camera 2 slid along the front wall to lodge in the front left corner where it remained pointed at the bar to the protagonists' right. Once the visual symmetry of the stage is established, a long-hair got up from the floor to leave and passing the two guys shrugs, “There’s no service here.” Which just gets the two men grinning and looking to their right at the small coffee machine on the small coffee bar. The right guy said, “Serve coffee? Tuli might say we’ve served coffee long enough.” 

So then when they stop grinning, Camera 2 pans left from them and the bar to the table in the center of the floor that the long-hair had sat next to. A chair seated man in his sixties raises his eyes to give them a look and then drops his head back in his book and the men give each other the same look. But short-lived as now Camera 3 enters as if it’s the eyes of the person coming in. The other two cameras check-in as snapshots that miss the front door, then the two men effusively turn around facing Camera 3 as if they're greeting the camera, as Camera 3, as the eyes fade, and Camera 2 catches the new arrival in profile. It was as if a sign on his face said political celebrity even before he said, “I had to see this place.”

Then the first man answers, “Thank you, Mr. Mayor. You agreed to see for yourself. Not just take others' word.”

The politician said, “Yes I make up my own mind,” then the first man mumbled “on a whim” while facing the music/speaker. So the politician looks him in the face and says, “What?” a little angrily, but the first guy just replies, “I just meant what Tuli might think.”

Shrugging, the yet to smile, politician cracks, “And what’s that?”  

Then the first man takes a broad step toward the next room that's the library, and lowers his right arm practically in a curtsey, to say, “Follow me this way to the books.”

Then in passing between the two men, the politician stops to face the first man. He says, “I asked you not to call me Mr. Mayor.” Then the politician listens as if he has to smell this out. Then says, “And will they always have this music?” 

And the first guy says, “Aren’t we all dead when music’s gone?

So now the politician has instinctive reactions. He's dropped his head to a light beat, and discreetly coughed while rubbing his right shoe on the floor. As if preparing to skewer an opponent and lower the boom. With no explanatory narration so far about what a Tuli Kupferberg sign on the door might mean, I’m still following the story. It didn't move at a pace where I wasn't understanding the symbols. 

Then after the last scrape of his left foot, the politician says, “Seinfeld. Can I call you Jerry Seinfeld?” 

And the guy says, “You just did.”

Then the politician snickers and says, "Well. I just did because last time you didn’t want me to know your name.”

So the man falsely accused of being named Seinfeld, says, “Hey.” But the politician ignores him and shifts his weight in place as if he was just peeking inside the library. Then turning back to the first man, the politician's eyebrows move in as his stare centers on the man he'd falsely accused of being a Seinfeld and the politician says, “Everything's a joke to you, huh? The revolution is not coming back to my district. Period. If I don’t have peace and quiet, it’s a blemish on my spotless record I can’t permit.”

Then the anonymous Seinfeld seems to wait on the music with this slight look of maybe his message is lost if the song's cursing doesn't stop. So to himself in voiceover the man thinks, "Man. Tuli sure represented the broad parameters of free speech." 

Then the song ends and Man 1 faces the politician, and out loud says, “I’m quiet.” 

So the politician tries taking him into his confidence. A voter is a voter so the politician says, “You know this isn’t about you. You’re hard working. But society doesn’t need radicals here.”

“Well,” the first guy says, “I’m not Jerry Seinfeld. But you’re the man.”

And the politician didn’t miss a beat. He said, “You know I’m cool. I ride a motorcycle." Then that's when the second man, who’d been listening over the first man’s shoulder, leads Camera 3 past the other two into the Tuli room where he sits in a chair and the camera immediately about faces to focus on the first man's face when he’s not blocked by the back of the politician’s head.

Camera 2, across from the bar, catches the politician's smile when he says, “I’ll be honest with you.” Then not Jerry smiles and gives up on it when the politician continues. “Politicians serve a purpose," he says and at that, Man 2 raises his head from his book and Man 1 squints when the politician says, “I serve the public. The most expensive corporation of all.” 

Amused, as if he was Jerry. Man 1 nods and says, “Ah. So it follows then that government might just be too big to not have inherent corruption? Power corrupts absolutely and all that jazz. What do you think?”

The politician's shoulder shakes. He says, “I think, you think, you can put words in my mouth.”

And Man 1 does a Jerry-like laugh and says, “I wouldn’t assume how far an opinion can reach.” 

So to that the politician raises his chin to give Man 1 the sizing up. Then he says, “You can twist words. You should consider writing speeches. There’s more money in that than this.”

And Man 1, actually in Jerry’s voice again, said, “As it should be?” 

From the beginning the politician had a don’t play smart with me attitude reduced to cliche by the comedies. Friction for friction sake to tantrum-wise portray a job. There was an undercurrent of ideology about this film. Then the camera seemed to forget the protagonists were at a rough spot and focused over the first man's shoulder on a woman and man entering with a box they plop next to the bar. They’ve brought dinner and set a table then one spills a water bottle on purpose, that starts a short water fight and the camera backs away as they clean the floor. 

Then backed up from the water fight, Camera 3 stops at the Tuli room door and about faces to follow inside along a bookshelf aisle where it zooms in on the politician perusing the books and stopping to smack his lips and shake his head holding up the book, 1001 Ways To Avoid The Draft, that someone deliberately painted the title in neon to be perfectly seen.

Then the second guy, sitting, looks up and speaks softly to the first man. “You’re smiling?” And Man 1 says, “Tuli would love this.” 

Then the shot goes black and I’m half expecting a Stallone extravaganza to start, or whatever it was that had tricked me into that theater. But bam, Camera 1, in the back, focuses on no one's there then zooms in on the locked front door popping open to The Fugs’ Summer Of Love, (cued to 7:30), and three enter.

First in, a woman throws up her hands and says,  “Wow the mayor is after us.” And the next new guy says, “The councilman. He’s just a councilman,” as the woman smiles at Man 1 crossing the room to look at a new picture of bicyclists playing polo in a park. 

The new guy says, “That’s why he’s mad at us. Labels are all politicians have. Fred, you have to apologize.”

Finally a character’s name Fred answers a mystery. I’d invested time and it seemed no one else complained, as if we all wanted to see what would happen just like from real compelling films with stars all over the place. Even though Jerry Seinfeld was just replaced by Fred. 

So Fred is completely against apologizing or even staying involved with the project. He says, “Celebrity to celebrity, so to speak. If I were Seinfeld famous, which I’m not.” 

But the woman interrupts, “Fred's right. Except we’re closed unless this becomes an issue.”

Fred says, “I’m not an issue. I’m a comedian.”

Which sparks the other guy who says, “But Fred that’s all we’re asking. Hone your craft here for a really big show. Instead of burning yourself out on the road, do it here.

Fred says, “Yeah. The Book's Last Stand.” 

“Right," the woman says, "I'll be Mickey Rooney in the big show. Fred, people were scared not to sign his petition. We were invited to that meeting just to gloat. This isn’t about books Tuli couldn’t bring himself to throw away. He was obscure for a reason, and not just because he didn’t play guitar like Hendrix. The radical point of view isn't poison. What are you going to do?”

Then the cameras fade out and in on Fred all by himself, at a table, in a chair leaning against the left wall. He’s staring at the wall art and laughs and says, “No one's here. I’ll do a monologue. Leverage. Power. Whoever actually is, was, or becomes mayor, they’re not mayor. Mayor is just a title. However you slice social relations, no person has power to pull strings all by themselves. Any title is a network of tentacles. Look, even Stalin, the bastard, had to dupe millions to get what he wanted."

Then Fred looks up in a questioning pose, as if the sky were inside, and he says, "Tuli would say Occupy isn’t radical. Why would people, pleading, for those that can to stop screwing around with the money, be anything but rational? When the world is unhinged by strict compliance to thought control, where can independence compromise? Ever win?"

Then the camera blacks, but the mega-hit has to wait as an across-the-street camera focuses and follows Fred following the original second guy outside to sit at a table and watch a school bus pass. 

Man 2 says, “No matter who bought the Lower East Side, no one owns the state of mind.” And Fred smugly frowns and laments, “Not this week anyway. No telling what the future is compelled to claim.”

Then everything is black for at least eight seconds when the house lights come on and this wild-haired guy, with a film case, flew by and out the back door chased by theater security. Now that's 3-D!
CMF

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Boston Criminal Boss James (Whitey) Bulger’s Common-Law Spouse, Catherine E. Greig, Sentenced To Eight Years

  Often those needing sympathy don’t seem to deserve it. 
  Sixteen years on the lam with alleged ruthless killer Whitey Bulger and described by her lawyer, Kevin Reddington, as having a loving personality might be a tad incongruous for, now convicted, Catherine Greig. But not so much in our legal system that a judge can’t hear with a straight face a defense attorney’s straight face that friends stand by her who haven’t seen her in years. 
  As reported by The New York Times, Ms. Greig’s lawyer asked in a, filed Monday, memorandum that she be sentenced to 27 months, using literature to support his repeated line that Ms. Greig’s crime was falling in love. “Why people fall in love has been debated since before Shakespeare’s sonnets.” Jack Pirozzolo, a government lawyer, questioned that logic in court, saying, “This isn’t poetry. This is a woman who, by choice, decided to help a man who has been accused of vicious crimes.” 
  A summary of Mr. Bulger’s criminal career and fugitive life can (used to) be seen at the America’s Most Wanted website, as well as an ABC News recap of how the FBI advertised to women, on afternoon television programming, because they might have seen Catherine in beauty parlors. The effort to find Ms. Greig to flush out Whitey happened within an astonishing forty-eight hours since they’d been missing sixteen years until then.
  Still, no matter how pampered by money she’d been most of her life, used has to only be the half of Ms. Greig’s experience as Mr. Bulger’s criminal career seemed based on carrying out threats on virtually everyone whoever met him, including most likely, allegedly, the FBI. Another sad tragedy of our ruthless world that she wasn’t rescued before.
6/13/2012
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Boston Criminal Boss James (Whitey) Bulger's Common-Law Spouse, Catherine E Greig, Sentenced To Eight Years

6/13/2012 concluded: Still, no matter how pampered by money she’d been most of her life, used has to only be the half of Ms. Greig’s experience as Mr. Bulger’s criminal career seemed based on carrying out threats on virtually everyone whoever met him, including most likely, allegedly, the FBI. Another sad tragedy of our ruthless world that she wasn’t rescued before. 
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  People need "miracles" so the future stops inheriting our crime riddled past? For Catherine Greig, once drawn in the orbitthere wasn't a break except years on the lam with Whitey. Make no mistake. Whitey Bulger was a ruthlessly opportunist criminal mastermind for which the makeup of "the streetsis blamed. The excuse is economically tortured levels of life, whose disputes with authority are labelled complete lawlessness are the whims of the State's own opportunists perpetuating socially flawed law. Criminal Intent? Once again, Whitey was no genius. But meant from a baby for a thoroughly mean streak? Possibly. But he probably, couldn't have ever invented the Criminal Enterprise System itself, himself, without vast amounts of fellow colluders living marginally criminal public lives. Because a game where we're our own nemesis-es, has-to-go. Law Enforcement is our police, the public's, not military states'. 
  Crime is so vast? But what morality should face and stop pretending otherwise, is judgement's a vaguely subjectively understood capacity of vast sources of view. The most preposterous moral failure humans have is reducing religion to competitive nonsense when there's only one God/Allah just as we're all one creation of The Creator. Because what's happened through our own vanity claiming Allah/God influences holy war (justifiable revenge) is complete balderdash. Hysterically kept in preponderant place by rationalities that deem our free judgement as reason enough to blame anyone else but ourselves for our mistakes. 
  Our own human miracles could form if people understood our depths were lowered criminalizing virtually everyone. Something else the country's waiting on Congress no to do? Well. Certainly the details entail nuance. But Civilization's still enduring the remnants of feudalism's nightmarish principalities' monopolistic resistance to legitimate competition within their empires. Justice? The word's so entwined with revenge, the pursuit's just excuses for politicians to toss out to sycophants to chew at the games. Prisons and jails have a purpose, yes. But there's something to the fantasist's persuasion fathoming confinement should actually be more like actual Country Clubs for every prisoner instead of a petri dish of stirred punishing resentment. Some get their minds straight there. But the operative words to remember about even a sparklingly pleasant environment is it's still jail or prison.  Locked up is not feeling free. And where they live's not accomplishing its goal by being just another in a long string of broken homes. 
  Instead? Really work for a living? The compromises felons made that dropped them into irresponsible lives should be regretted. But the justice system's a method for handling crime. Solving cases, not solving crime. Crime is a social phenomenon overwhelmed by the competitively played game, Criminal Enterprise System. Broken America's what we have by judging Americans who never should have been cornered into becoming criminals. Prohibition, the mistake that keeps giving. Watch the TV Police Drama, Blue Bloods idolization of alcohol right there on the screen. Morality? The American Culture may have a clue a huge boondoggle spread misery few could afford besides authoritarians as the DEA reaffirmed? As with Whitey Bulger and the vast network of bureaucracy handling America's Criminal Enterprise System. Some of this handling criminals is directly about the Criminal Enterprise System needing a fix. Why not solve crime civilized?
  Criminals to the left of us and crime to the right is an inundation of criminality. Moral rectitude's line walked over, stepped on, and smudged into incoherence as the Criminal Enterprise System rolls over the innocent population who're told we're victims of symptoms that're really structural defects. Change the law? When law's been sat on to such overweight effect. As if the whole modern-day planet's confusions are easily traced back through tyrants such as Henry the Eighth. While modernity's just made crime more conveniently gotten away with. So law's last option is force though ending crime is more important than punishing criminals. Why bleeding heart liberalism's more than just political toys
  Uh huh, WikileaksWiki. Where should Americans stand on individuals belligerence toward authority? Obviously, first and foremost, behind free speech. Because everyone knows crime's the cover-up and public's vast coax-ability by simple message is futile charades. Soapbox View
  Speaking of bargaining political power. This university class' half-hour documentary  
is about a town
that became a Central Florida neighborhood. One lesson of history is winners are ruthless, though that's proven never completely smart. 
  Also revealing is criticism of Sapolio Soap's jingoistic slant in the Filthy State Clean State Spotless Town campaign. The ad's cited in Scientific Authority & Twentieth-century America, edited by Ronald G. Walters. Advertising blemishTch, tch? Now we're talking the way politicians mention talking about issues by just referring to them. Or that's all the media's fault? Facing the truth's disturbing, but cool. JK Fraser was a relative kid when credited inventing Spotless TownArtemus Ward owned the shop. 
  Or rather, Enoch Morgan's Sons Co.

  Fairly bright?
The Extravaganza's Rhetoric
Of Course Criminal Intent's Bad 

  August 2nd, New York City Police Commissioner Bill Bratton announced his end of August resignation. Initially, Commissioner Bratton's lukewarm acceptance of modifying the militarizing of American Police through his community policing, meant his resignation could have been about getting out from under Mayor de Blasio's thumb. Where released from the post's obligations he'd be free as former Mayor Giuliani is to pronounce from a marketable pedestal that only they see how morality should be enforced and Criminal Enterprise System reformed. In a country dedicated to a people's freedom as individuals. Maybe the Commissioner'll get to play quarterback for Rudy's team until his own publicity threatens Giuliani's figurehead status in the pyramid scheme's hierarchy again as the media reported supposedly happened when they were both in office together. 
  If things happened as I preferred? William Bratton would have remained New York City Police Commissioner and grown with the hoped for civilized change. Heaven knows there's been enough chest-thumping from the public stage to have lasted lifetimes. There's always change. 
  And, for good measureanother Criminal Enterprise System mention as politicians do claiming to "talk about" issues from their pedestals. Try counting the times that happens in the next US Presidential debate? But don't hold your breaths for sycophantic coverage of that. Though news maven Charlie Rose, August 3rd, personally (scooped) uncovered Commissioner Bratton's resignation was for more money. All the best.