Bon, j’ai reçu plusieurs mails dans lesquels on me demandait de raconter un peu la suite de mes cours de psychocrimino. Alors j’ai décidé de m’y mettre. Je vais profiter des prochains jours pour te parler des 6 grands profils psychologiques criminels à travers des cas précis et stéréotypés, des anecdotes, des images, des traitement. Voilà le premier profil, Marc – 46 ans, marié, 2 enfants.

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Voilà Marc. Quand il était petit, c’était un gamin sage, pas vraiment turbulent. Son niveau à l’école était tout à fait correct et ses parents étaient plutôt fiers de lui. Plus tard, il se voyait bien avec une femme et deux enfants, un job sympa, pas trop prenant, stable et sans prise de tête. Tout le monde le voyait comme un gamin normal, sociable et agréable. Marc, c’est ton voisin, ton collègue, ton boucher, ton facteur. C’est quelqu’un de tout à fait normal, il est père de famille, il gagne pas trop mal sa vie. Il a pas mal d’amis avec lesquels sa femme et lui apprécient de passer leurs dimanches soirs, autour d’une bonne bouffe et d’une bonne bouteille de rouge.

Le seul problème, c’est qu’il a appris il y a deux jours que sa femme le trompait depuis presque 6 mois et qu’en plus de ça, il vient vraiment de passer une journée de merde. Il vient de se faire virer.

En rentrant à la maison en fin d’après-midi à l’improviste, il a surpris sa femme avec l’étranger en question dans le lit conjugal. Alors Marc, il a pété un câble. Jusque là, tout était bien réglé, rien n’allait vraiment de travers dans sa vie. Marc avait ses habitudes, tout fonctionnait comme bon lui semblait, sans problèmes. Ce soir là, il a pris un couteau qui traînait pas loin, il s’est jeté sur les deux amants et les a tués, l’un après l’autre.

Marc est ce que les criminologues appellent un criminel accidentel. Il n’aurait jamais tué personne, sauf aujourd’hui. Parce que depuis deux jours il accumule la tension due à l’adultère de sa femme, il vient en plus de perdre son job. Marc n’avait pas de problèmes, tout allait bien dans sa vie, jusqu’à ce qu’il perde le contrôle. Son crime n’était pas prémédité, c’est juste que la vision de sa femme dans leur lit avec cet homme l’a complètement retourné. Avec la routine dans laquelle il s’était installé, tous les éléments de sa vie étaient devenus mécaniques. Il ne réfléchissait plus, tout allait dans le bon sens, sans qu’il se pose de question. Sa vie était tellement réglée que ce choc a eu l’effet d’une bombe et l’a poussé à commettre ce meurtre, à retirer de son esprit toute trace de la perturbation. Le fait d’envisager une modification de son mode de vie était si impossible, que le seul moyen pour lui de tolérer la vision de ce bouleversement, c’était d’annuler l’adultère et donc d’en supprimer les acteurs. Ces criminels accidentels sont qualifiés d’environnementaux, dans le sens où la source de leur criminalité n’est pas située en eux, mais dans leur environnement.

Marc a des remords, il s’en veut terriblement. La culpabilité est quelque chose qui le ronge tous les jours, alors il cherche à se faire pardonner, à se repentir, c’est pourquoi les détenus comme Marc sont des détenus modèles, qui ne font pas de résistance. Ils s’en veulent déjà beaucoup trop pour les actes qu’ils ont commis, il n’est pas question qu’ils aggravent leurs cas.

Marc est le premier profil psychologique de l’échelle. Son profil est celui qui est le plus proche de chacuns des nôtres. Il n’est pas criminel de la même manière qu’un névrosé ou un psychotique peut le devenir. Marc est quelqu’un de normal. Contrairement aux autres profils que je te présenterai plus tard, c’ est un personnage inventé.

Les profils que je vais exposer ici sont des stéréotypes, il existe une multitude de profils singuliers pour chacune des catégories de criminels dont il sera fait mention dans les prochains billets.

I am working with a company where the Head of Sales continually stressed the need to complete 10 face to face sales presentations per week, because this is what worked for her.

On investigation, the highest performing sales person in the team did, on average, 5 face to face meetings per month.

Another of his sales colleagues did the obligatory 10 meetings per week and still struggled to hit target.

Why?

There is a whole sales mix that needs to be looked at here, but time and time again in this situation I am forced to look at two key elements – the people and the process.

Processes can either complement or hinder the sales process, and a sales process that works brilliantly for one sales person could present a real hurdle for performance to another.

I love getting to know the sales people as individuals, establishing their motivations and their stresses, helping them become better people, better sales people, working with them to achieve their ambitions and ultimately smash targets. Everyone is in ‘achieving mode’ and that’s addictive and contagious.

Psychometric testing is never my first investigative tool but it rates highly in my sales tool box, simply for the speed and quality of information it can yield.

This information can helps to identify where the sales team are benefiting from the current methodology, and more specifically who is benefiting from it and who is finding it impacting negatively on their ability to sell.

If you have ever wondered why, despite following the same methodology, some of your sales team are performing better than others; then psychometric profiling may give you some very useful information.

According to Wikipedia, Psychometrics is the field of study concerned with the theory and technique of educational and psychological measurement, which includes the measurement of knowledge, abilities, attitudes, and personality traits.

Your company sales processes and methodologies have probably been adopted and used because they work adequately most of the time for the bulk of the sales team i.e. the business gets what it needs at the end of the month.

That’s not to be sneezed at. However, when you are looking for improvements you have a choice.

Not every person in your sales team will adopt and adapt to the sales process in the same way. Some will see it as the only way to do business and others will see a hundred things they would do differently if they had the choice.

When looking at the whole sales mix, the question is what is likely to bring you improved sales performance?

1. 1 thing that gives you 100% increase in sales performance? or,
2. 100 things that give you a 1% increase in performance each?

Ok, so there is a whole sales continuum in between the two extremes, but I’m sure you get my point.

Process and People are the starting points, pricing, pipeline, profit are others and the list could go on – reward structure, integrated sell, lead generation….. These are all areas to be investigated and reviewed.

When you are thinking about what increase you are looking for in Sales Performance in 2010, remember it’s ok just to rev the sales machine harder, you may just get a bit more of the same, alternatively if you are looking for a fresh insight into getting the results you want, just let us know what your challenges are and we will happily share our expertise with you in a free initial consultation.

To learn more about or Sales Audit and Toolkit, please call me, Carol Griffiths, Director and Principal Consultant at Morton Kyle Limited on 0779 002 1885, or email carol@mortonkyle.com.

Last Thursday I appeared on CBS Atlanta News at 11 as part of a story related to the CBS series “The Mentalist.” The idea for the tie-in was to seek out people in Atlanta who shared one or more similar skills with Patrick Jane, the protagonist on the series.

Atlanta Mentalist and Magician Joe M. Turner on CBS Atlanta News

From an interview that lasted 75 minutes and involved several different demonstrations, the final report included only a couple of quotes and a couple of nice visuals. I was introduced during the first part of the segment as a performer specializing in using unusual mental techniques to create psychological effects to surprise and entertain audiences. (There are clips of me performing some word tests and psychokinetically bending a borrowed quarter.) The story then took a turn toward criminal profiling, matching the application of mental techniques represented in the television series. Keith Howard, a certified criminal profiler, was the subject of this portion of the story.

During much of the unaired portion of my lengthy interview, I covered many of the same content points that Howard mentioned, describing the search for non-verbal inconsistencies under some amount of tension as a “tell” — even in an entertainment context.

You can watch the full video report here and read the text here.

As it happened, my short interview and performance clips were used as the basis for all the teasers. I have uploaded a video compilation of the teasers and my portion of the report which you can view here.

(Thanks to Rick Silver, Joseph Daniels, and Max Maven, each of whom contributed to the success of this appearance!)

Dennis Gelbaum, an international award winning director, producer and inventor (The Buddy Light Illuminated Safety Leash) has written ‘Beyond Reasonable Doubt’ – a character driven, mystery-thriller with more twists and turns than a double helix. ‘Beyond Reasonable Doubt’ is now available at amazon.com -

To get his hands on his family fortune, Jason Warren has to prove DNA evidence convicting his stepfather of his mother’s murder was wrong. With the help of research scientist and DNA expert, Dr. Jennifer Neal and a team of doctors and graduate students from the USCOM North American Research Center at UC Berkeley, he sets out to challenge the International scientific community and the American judicial system.

Hal Warren was convicted of killing his wife, Ruth, solely on DNA extracted from hair samples and bodily fluids found at the crime scene. The prosecution convinced the jury that the DNA Profile matched and identified Hal Warren as the killer. There were no fingerprints found at the crime scene. There were no eyewitnesses to the crime. In fact, Hal Warren had an airtight alibi. He was someplace else when the crime was committed. But he was convicted and sentenced to life in prison, without the possibility of parole. This illustrates just how strong DNA evidence can be. But what if the DNA results were wrong? What if the DNA samples actually belonged to someone else? What if the DNA samples were placed at the scene of the crime by someone trying to frame Hal Warren of the crime? What if Hal Warren did not commit the crime he was convicted of?

Jason asks us to think about this – without the presence of collaborative evidence, how can we trust DNA – especially if he can prove DNA is not only not as accurate as we have been led to believe, but that DNA in fact, might just be the fabrication of scientists and is based more on theory than fact? DNA Profiling has become big business. Think about all those we have found guilty solely on DNA evidence – think about all those we have set free solely on DNA evidence? Think about it.

But what is Jason Warren really up to? What has he done? What is he about to do? What’s his motive in all this? Is he as innocent as he wants us to believe or is he manipulating everyone and everything around him? Is he that smart, that clever, that ruthless? Will Senator Thayer and USCOM be able to control the damage as Jason jeopardizes his run for the Presidency of the United States? Is this the story of a really bad person who wins it all at the end?

Jason hired me to tell his side of the story. But I had one condition to accepting the assignment, I wanted to tell the entire story, the true story and I wanted complete access to all of the players. Jason promised me there would be no restrictions on where I could go, whom I could speak to and what I could write. Jason would arrange for all the introductions. I brought in two experts – a retired FBI agent and a psychiatrist – to help me through the process. They both warned me about Jason. We often disagreed about what the truth was. I could not tell this story without them.

“…I walk in on Stuart, apparently unexpected. It’s been some time since we last spoke. As I enter his office, I pick up an envelope off the floor. It is from the Lawyer’s Club of San Francisco. I place it on Stuart’s desk. Boxes were everywhere. I knew Stuart was moving to his new office in the Civic Center Courthouse on McAllister Street. He was headed to Department 622 that had been vacant prior to his appointment. Stuart motioned to me to sit down in one of the two chairs opposite him. I picked the one closest to the door. I removed the boxes and loose papers from the chair and sat.

Stuart hands me a sealed, white envelope. I knew what was inside. It was the results of the fingerprint analysis on Jennifer Neal. I don’t bother to open the envelope. I looked at Stuart. He looked at me. I looked at my watch. I knew that this was probably the last time I would ever see Stuart. Stuart’s cell phone rings. I got up to leave. He asks me to wait for a few minutes while he answered the call. I knew it was time to go.

I had a plane to catch…”

Dennis Gelbaum adds – “Jason’s story raises so many questions about the accuracy of DNA, the American judicial system, the international scientific community and the big business of DNA Profiling. At times, I found parts of the story difficult to write about, even more difficult to believe. I often wonder, was it always about the money? Was that it?”

Dennis Gelbaum is also the author of ‘Something About Going Home’, a book of poetry with illustrations by Christina Qualiana.

Dennis Gelbaum is presently the CEO of ramp it up entertainment.

http://www.beyondreasonabledoubtbook.com
http://www.thegelbaumblog.blogspot.com
http://www.youtube.com/user/dennisjg3153
http://www.rampitupentertainment.com

Will todays Mystery Guest please sign in…

All right contestants, you all know the rules. We’ll give you a series of clues about a famous person. When you think you know who he or she is, press your button. The first person to buzz in and correctly name our Mystery Guest wins the big prize. You get only one guess so be careful.

(Just in case you get stuck, there’s a picture of our Mystery Guest at the bottom of this story. No fair peeking!)

Johnny, tell our contestants about today’s Mystery Guest…

“Well, Lloyd, our guest is best known for…”

• Being a loner
• Voicing paranoid delusions
• Receiving poor performance evaluations at work
• Having zealous, often bizarre, religious views
• Advocating that others with similar views be allowed to leave the military as conscientious objectors
• Delivering a diatribe about heretics during what was supposed to be a medical lecture
• Writing that suicide bombers were “sacrificing themselves to a more noble cause”
• Maintaining close contact with a clergyman known to advocate terrorism
• Attending a religious facility also frequented by two previously-identified mass murderers
• Attempting to make direct contact with an internationally-known terrorist organization
• Accusing returning combat soldiers of war crimes
• Violating doctor-patient confidentiality by attempting to have soldiers prosecuted for war crimes based on things told him in confidence

Didn’t take you long to recognize the profile of Major Nidal Hasan, the Ft. Hood mass murderer, did it? Remember, every one of the clues above was known weeks, months, or even years before Hasan murdered 13 people and injured 30 others.

Now Congress is wringing its collective hands, grilling everyone in sight, asking “How could you miss these portentious signs?” “How could you allow this obviously unbalanced individual to hold a position of trust and responsibility?” “How could you be so stupid?”

Well, Mr. Chairman, the answer is simple and it’s largely your fault.

Over the past fifty years we Americans have been subjected to the kind of psychological conditioning that allowed Nidal Malik Hasan, the Fort Hood assassin, to stand in our midst while no one dared say a thing.

We have been conditioned by our schools, our employers, and, most importantly, our politicians and courts to avoid drawing conclusions about persons around us who were “different.”

Such behavior is offensive. It constitutes prejudice or “profiling.”

To even hint that there might be something wrong, or potentially dangerous, about a person whose race, creed, color, religious, or sexual orientation is out of the mainstream can place our jobs, our reputations, and possibly even our freedom at jeopardy. We likely will be labeled a racist and bigot, and may find ourselves being sent to a re-education camp. Well, here we call it Sensitivity Training.

“The American military and especially the Federal Bureau of Investigation were in great part inattentive because they were too sensitive.”

The Wall Street Journal

Everyone who knew this guy had concerns, if not outright suspicions, but dared not say a thing.

Notice that in none of the clues given above is Maj Hasan’s ethnic (Palestinian) or religious (Muslim) background mentioned. The profile above should have brought significant scrutiny on any individual, particularly an officer psychiatrist in the US Army.

Why didn’t it? Because Hasan wasn’t a white Christian.

Sen Susan Collins, ranking Republican on the Senate Homeland Security and Governmental Affairs Committee, says “It appears we did have a failure to share critical information and a failure to ask critical questions. It reminds me very much of the siloed information that was available throughout the federal government in different agencies before 9/11.”

Wrong Sue. It wasn’t a problem of “siloed information” (that’s govspeak for people not talking to one another). Almost no one said anything about Hasan because they didn’t want to have to put up with bullshit accusations of profiling, prejudice, and political correctness.

US Army Maj. Nidal Malik Hasan

Had anyone raised serious doubts about his fitness, Hasan immediately would have played the race and religion cards. His accuser would face far more serious consequences than would Hasan. Just because someone is ‘of color’ or holds different religious views or has a different sexual orientation does not make him a potential criminal; but neither should he get a free pass just for being “different.” Hasan’s profile should have drawn suspicion on a Catholic, Mormon, or Methodist from Cedar Rapids.

One good piece of news: Maj Hasan apparently is paralyzed from the waist down and will likely never walk again.

WORDS.

What do they mean?

People speak all kinds of things into existence, every minute, hour, day. We create the world with the words we speak, hardly understanding that instead of creating turmoil, angst and chaos, we can create peace, harmony and prosperity, simply by changing the WORDS WE SPEAK.

My newsletter is a commentary on numerous subjects from spirituality to homelessness, racial profiling and the President of the United States.

Go there - WORDS WE SPEAK - pick one or more of the pages (93) and leave your comments here.

Thank you,

JC

It’s great to see that better tools for developer start to appear.

As in many other cases, the race started IE5.01 with support for script debugging in an external Script Debugger app. And now the race takes us to the new level with awesome tools built into browsers (like Firebug in Fx or Devtools in IE8) or even better external – let’s welcome dynaTrace Ajax!

dynaTrace Ajax supports IE6, IE7 and IE8, and will soon support Firefox. It’s basically the best tool out there for profiling and debugging javascript and CSS. Here’s what John Resig, creator of JQuery library says about the tool:

I’m very impressed with dynaTrace AJAX Edition’s ability to get at the underlying “magic” that happens inside a browser: page rendering, DOM method execution, browser events, and page layout calculation. Much of this information is completely hidden from developers and I’ve never seen it so easily collected into a single tool. Huge kudos to dynaTrace for revealing this information and especially so for making it happen in Internet Explorer.

And here’s Steve Souders, web perfomance guru, says:

When it comes to analyzing your JavaScript code to find what’s causing performance issues, dynaTrace Ajax Edition has the information to pinpoint the high-level area all the way down to the actual line of code that needs to be improved. I recommend you give it a test run and add it to your performance tool kit.

Must-have for any web-developer, seriously.

It’s interesting to see that Google and Apple play a good catch-up – both Chromium 4 and Apple Safari teams invest significant resources in building devtools, Chromium 4 finally has its own CPU & heap profilers now on top of V8. So bearing in mind that Firefox profiling will be supported by dynaTrace Ajax, it’s only Opera that’s left behind the game at the moment.

Come on, Opera team!

P.S. and by the way, Opera, can we get inPrivate browsing mode please?

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It’s what I respect about Mrs Palin, she knows when to throw political correctness out the window.  Rock on Sarah!

I just release a little tool to detect Memory Leak in zope2 call Products.MemoryProfiler .

It use heapy (http://guppy-pe.sourceforge.net/#Heapy) in internal. It’s just an interface to this tool.

It provide an http interface in zope control panel to see the current memory .

When you start profiling, you take an snapshot of the memory at instant t.
When you click to updateSnapshot, memory profiling  tell you what objects are added between the start and the updateSnashot click. It will be usefull to detect Memory Leak.
Each snapshot is store (as string) in MemoryProfiler to be consult later (link to the date).

The button clear db cache clear all zeo cache of all mounting point so you can see the impact of the memory of those cache.

For windows users, you must compile guppy. There is egg for python 2.6 but
no for python 2.4. I have fatal error with Mingw to compile guppy. I hope that we have soon a binary egg to for python 2.4.

I hope that this tool give to us usefull  information to the memory consume by zope.

People who know me now may have a hard time believing this story, but others who may read this blog will actually remember the night in question.  This was my one and only visit to jail as a resident, and it’s why I’m so keen not to ever return there.

I loved to party when I was nineteen.  Any excuse would do, of course.  However, of special interest New Year’s Eve in my first ever apartment of my own.  I invited EVERYBODY I knew, and told them they could bring anyone else they wanted, just so no one would feel left out.  To make sure the revelers would know they had the right apartment, I made a poster and hung it on the door.  The poster read, “As Brother Brigham said, ‘This is the place!’”  I had a very mixed-bag of friends at the time — a few of us REALLY liked to drink, some only drank a little, and a few didn’t drink at all.  On this particular night, I’m convinced they were the smartest ones.  I’m not going to lie and say we were quiet and respectful of my neighbor’s right not to have to listen to a bunch of rowdy and drunken teenagers all night, but I will say, to this day, I don’t believe we were being unreasonably loud, considering it was New Year’s Eve.  We were all having a very enjoyable time, and maybe at some later date, I’ll post some of the pictures I have of that night.  Prior to the policeman’s arrival, the funniest thing that had happened all night was my friend Marie (not her real name, but if she reads this, she’ll know I mean her), very pregnant and therefore not drinking, got trapped in the bathroom because the door had a nasty habit of sticking.  Because all of us there, her best friends in the world, also had a nasty habit of playing almost constant jokes on her, she was completely convinced we had somehow locked the door from the outside and weren’t letting her out.  It got to the point where I was laughing too hard to be able to help her get the door open.  I’m pretty sure that it was Jason who finally was able to extricate her from the facilities, and I’m pretty sure she has yet to forgive me for laughing instead of helping.  But, man, with a few drinks in you, you’d've laughed your balls off, too.  It was indeed a very funny event.

Anyway, we did, for hours, what my friends and I always used to do in those days — we talked and laughed and joked and laughed and talked some more.  I suppose it probably did get a little loud from time to time, but hey, who doesn’t get at least a little loud on New Year’s?  Anyway, we shouted out the countdown to midnight (no New Year’s Rockin Eve for this crowd — partly because we were FAR too intellectual, mostly because I didn’t own a television) and screamed our fool heads off to celebrate the moment, so much so that I didn’t hear the knock at first.  Not until it had become a pounding did I notice someone was at the front door.

I opened the door to see a police officer on my porch.  Further, it was a police officer I knew outside of his police job, because he moonlighted (moonlit?) as a security guard at my job.  And again, in spite of how things eventually turned out, I do have to give him credit for trying to be nice.  He explained the next door neighbor had complained about the noise and made the following offer:  “If you want, I can be the asshole here and go in and kick all your friends out — that way, it’s not you telling everyone to go home.”  However, I was confident we’d be able to tone it way down, so I told him we’d be no further trouble that night.

And tone it down we did — the stereo was so low you had to be sitting next to a speaker to even be able to tell it was on.  We weren’t whispering, but we may as well have been.  Sure, there were still about a dozen people wandering around the place, but they were wandering quietly.

Around the time I was thinking of going to bed myself and sending my ambulatory guests on their merry ways, there was another knock at the door.  Same cop, and he confused me just about to death by asking, “Is yours the only name on the lease?”

I wasn’t sure why he was asking such a completely off-topic question, but I told him that yeah, I was pretty sure it was just me.

“Then tell all your friends to go home, cuz you’re going to jail.”

WHAM!!  Just like that, I went from still fairly ‘faced to completely sober.  It was like someone flipped a switch.  In the background, I could hear my fiancée (not Kris — this was the first wife, who never really made it to “the missus” status) and friends desperately hiding beer, wine, and booze bottles.  Remember, I was only nineteen, and the oldest person present was only twenty.  The officer walked me through from my front door, through my living room, through my kitchen/dining room, and out the back door, affixing handcuffs on the way.  Again, though, he cut me another break by cuffing my hands in front of me.  On the way out, he took a look at my poster and said, “Hey, don’t feel bad — Brother Brigham felt pretty persecuted, too.”  Ha.  Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha.  I could nearly have died laughing.

He took me around the front of the apartment building, which was really just a house that had been converted into three apartments, to my neighbor’s front door.  This guy’s name was Don, and he was a real douche bag.  Maybe I’ll enumerate the reasons I have for saying this in another blog.  Turns out this was, officially, a citizen’s arrest, so he had to present me to Don, have Don identify that I really was his neighbor and the object of his complaint, and sign an official document to that effect.  How smugly happy was he to oblige?  I guess pretty damn.

The officer then put me into his squad car, but not in the back — there was a woman back there who, judging from their conversation on the way to the copshop, was his wife or girlfriend.  He buckled my seat belt for me, then wrapped a steel cable around my ankles and affixed a lock to it.  All I could think was, Seriously?  For ME??  Dude, I’m about the least dangerous person you’ve EVER arrested!  Of course I didn’t say anything, all the way to the station, which was only about five blocks away.

I was led into a holding pen, where my cuffs were removed and then reattached, this time behind my back.  They put me on a bench and just sort of left me there for half-an-hour or so.  During this time, they dragged this guy in, hands cuffed behind his back, legs dragging uselessly behind him, and laid him face-down on the floor of the holding pen.  At first, I figured he must’ve passed out.  But when he started shouting about how tough they were, if they’d take his cuffs off and put him back in his wheelchair, he’d kick ALL their asses, I realized they had essentially turned a paraplegic into a quad.  Hey, y’know, the guy was being awfully drunk and disorderly, but the part that really got to me was when the officers would come in and stand with their polished boot-tips inches from this guys nose and heap abuse on him, calling him a pussy, referring to him by a Hispanic racial epithet (I’m pretty sure he was Asian, but oh well), saying unbelievably terrible things about members of his family that I’m sure they’d never actually met.  All I could think was, Wow, you guys are really TOUGH, huh?

After a while, they finally got around to “processing” me into the drunk tank.  You’ve seen this in the movies, and it’s pretty much the same in real life.  They take your belt, shoes, jewelry, wallet, change, keys, etc. and leave you with, basically, pants, a shirt, and socks.  While I was handing my personal belongings to the officer on the desk, he took my crucifix and asked, “What religion?” 

Because this was, at the time, SUCH a major part of who I was, I said, “Well, it’s really absolutely none of your business, but none.  I wear that because my grandma gave it to me.”

He didn’t even address the sass.  He did, however, actually say to me, “Too bad.  Maybe if you got a haircut and went to church, you wouldn’t be here.”  Incensed, but managing to reign in all the clever responses to this anyway (he was, after all, the one with the gun and the keys), I allowed myself to be led into the drunk tank.

This was a room approximately fifteen feet long and maybe eight or ten wide, with one toilet (no seat, either), cameras in each corner up by the ceiling, and approximately twenty-five other guys in various stages of drunkenness.  Eventually, my paraplegic friend from the initial holding pen was brought in as well and again laid face-down on the floor.  I was there for about three hours, for a total of about four hours from arrest to return to my apartment. 

My parents came and got me out of jail, but I was released on my own recognizance (ROR, for those of you who are up on the copshow dialogue) and had to go to court about two weeks later.  The charge was Disorderly Conduct, and I paid a $100 fine.  I pled “No Contest” and gave a statement in my defense, but it was embarrassingly lame.  Something along the lines of, “Yes, Your Honor, I was disorderly, but I think it’s unfair that my neighbor gets to be as loud as he wants because I’m so much more tolerant, but I have to walk around my own apartment on tiptoes.”  The judge, sympathizing not at all, didn’t even acknowledge I had said anything.  He nodded to the bailiff, who called the next case and sent me on my way.

What did I learn from this?  Really and honestly?  If you’re going to have a booze-up with your friends, make sure you invite your neighbors so they can’t complain.

KIC has introduced a profiling kit containing all the necessary accessories for profiling a PCB including thermocouples (TCs), aluminum tape, gloves, scissors, pick and more. This profiling kit joins the other KIC offerings designed to help electronics manufacturers achieve high quality and productivity, and to accomplish it quickly and conveniently.

The death of liberty.  That is what political correctness brings.

Political correctness stifles the truth.  Political correctness propagates lies.  Political correctness destroys liberty.

Islam is at war with the rest of the world, and especially with western ideologies.  Our leadership is too cowardly to admit this.  It is not a war like any we have faced before.  It is not a war against nation states, but a war against the hateful, murderous ideology of islam.  While the war against an ideology that we won’t admit to being in is not directly against nation states, many nations support this ideology.  Our nations leaders and media provide cover, aid, and comfort to our enemy by laying a smoke screen about “moderate muslims.”  Why aren’t these “moderates” speaking against the “radicals?”  Because they support what they are doing.

The piece of excrement who killed 13 at Ft. Hood was a muslim terrorist.  The people who flew airplanes into the World Trade Center towers and the Pentagon were muslim terrorists.  Pan Am 103 over Lockerbie, Scotland, the takeover of the US embassy in Tehran, the hijacking of the Achille Lauro and killing of wheelchair bound Leon Klinghoffer, the bombing of the US embassies in Kenya and Tanzania, the attack on the USS Cole in Yemen, the bombing of the barracks and murder of 220 US Marines in Beirut, all acts committed by muslim terrorists.

Yet our political leadership, our politically correct media, and increasingly our senior military leadership refuse to admit this FACT.  These muslim cowards hate pigs.  The fact is that they are not good enough to be fed to our pigs.  A pig would crap them out like so much undigested slop.  These muslims terrorists are swine excrement.

US Army Chief of Staff General George Casey made the following statement after the Ft. Hood attack: “Our diversity, not only in our Army, but in our country, is a strength.  And as horrific as this tragedy was, if our diversity becomes a casualty, I think that’s worse.”

With all respect due to a high ranking officer in the United States Military, Sir, you are full of crap.  The real tragedy is that you and others like you continue to bury your heads in the sand and ignore the group that has been responsible for 99% of the terrorist acts in the world while you strip search 80 year old grandmothers at the airport to show that you aren’t profiling muslims.  This is insanity and stupidity.

General Casey’s views and statements expose what much of our senior military leadership have become.  General officers are nominated by a board of their peers and approved by the president and secretary of defense.  As our presidents have become more and more liberal and politically correct, they have appointed more liberal and politically correct SecDefs, and approved more liberal and politically correct general officers, who in turn nominate more of the same.

These six words expose the ignorance of the whole politically correct movement: “Our strength is in our diversity.”

Diversity did not produce America’s strength.  America’s strength is a result of our liberty, which produces excellence, which allows diversity to flourish as a byproduct.

General Casey’s Diverse Army

Ken Russell

Hab mir gerade wieder mal den Jet Profiler geladen

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Das Ding ist ganz gut um lang laufende Queries zu sehen usw…
Leider zeigt die kostenlose Version nicht alles, die Vollversion kostet 400$
Schade, das der Preis so teuer ist…
Aber ist auch so eine Hilfe.

Kennt jemand andere?

PS: Unter Win7 gehts zwar, aber die Anzeige des Tools flippt regelmässig aus. Unter XP gehts wi a Glöckerl

Craig Bramscher (Brammo CEO) and Oregon Sen. Ron Wyden

Equal treatment from the state and federal government.  It’s a topic that many motorcycle groups and individuals invest a lot of time to ensure.

Whether it’s fighting against profiling of average citizens who ride motorcycles or “anti-gang bills” that defines a gang as “an association of three or more individuals who share a symbol or name either formally or informally.”  Or maybe it’s calling out press organizations who use motorcycle club sensationalism to sell advertising which has the added benefit of isolating the motorcycle riding segment of our population from the mainstream and tries to “criminalize” motorcyclists in the court of public opinion.

But, today economic factors have me advocating on behalf of the motorcycle “Eco-Activist”.  Specifically the manufacturers that make electric two-wheeled vehicles.   They have been largely discriminated against and cannot benefit from the numerous government incentives designed to spur the growth and adoption of electric vehicles.  Remember the Clunker Program?  Motorcyclists need not apply!

However, there are some positive signs with HR 3246, which is called the Advanced Vehicle Technology Act.  The U.S. House of Representatives unanimously passed the amendment giving two-wheel electric vehicles manufacturers access to Department of Energy funding for further development of electric vehicles.  For the EV industry this will allow, for the first time, two wheel vehicles to benefit from federal Department of Energy funding which automobiles enjoy.

Plug IN America was instrumental in getting this legislation passed in the house, but as you may recall a bill must pass both the House and Senate and then be signed by the President.  And while it’s gratifying to see the House of Representative approve and show support for electric motorcycles, the Senate needs to follow suit.  I encourage motorcyclists to take a moment to tell their U.S. Senator’s to support and pass this measure when it comes up to vote. A complete list of Senators and their contact information can be found here.

Photo courtesy of Brammo.  Full Disclosure: I don’t work for or have an investment or ownership in Brammo.

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As the U.S. Army, the soldiers at Fort Hood, and the American population in general come to grips with the catastrophe that occurred at Fort Hood with the murder of thirteen people and the wounding of twenty-nine others, it is only natural to try to see if we can draw some sort of lesson from this tragic incident. Is there something that can be done to try to insure that this sort of assault won’t happen again or must the army live with the knowledge that this sort of thing might just reoccur again and again? And beyond the army, is there a lesson here for the American public too?

The facts, as we know them today, seem to indicate that the perpetrator of the massacre, Major Nidal Malik Hasan, was indeed an Islamic radical and that his sympathies lay with the enemies of America. For whatever reasons, the army failed to take notice of the abundant evidence that indicated that the loyalties of this man were very questionable.  Instead he was treated as a trusted American citizen-soldier, and it was assumed that his complete and utter loyalty was to the United States and its people – his fellow citizens. However, the army was completely wrong in their assumption. Why?

Why, indeed.  Today’s army is certainly a lot different from the army of World War II when Japanese citizens were not even allowed to join the army.   Most Japanese Americans were confined to internment camps because, as a group, they were simply not trusted. It didn’t matter whether they were citizens or not. Eventually, Japanese men, mostly from Hawaii, were allowed into a couple of mostly Japanese units , like the 442nd Regimental Combat Team.  The 442nd performed heroically, earning 21 Medals of Honor. This was a unit that had something to prove – their loyalty to America – and they proved it indeed.

The issue, of course, during World War II was whether Japanese Americans could be trusted.  In today’s much more politically correct world we do not dare to wonder whether Muslim-Americans can be trusted.  We like to think we have moved beyond the simple racial prejudices of the 20th Century. We like to think that we can follow the ideal of  “all men are created equal” and therefore we don’t want to discriminate based upon race, religion, and so forth.  The interesting thing is that the government does discriminate all the time when it comes to protecting classified information. Try to get a very high level security clearance if you have an uncle who is a leader of the Taliban in Afghanistan. I guarantee it won’t happen.  Let’s suppose your father is a citizen and still lives in North Korea, do you think the government will allow you access to our most secret nuclear technology? Not in a million years.  Is this discrimination or is it just common sense?

We’ve been dealing with this issue since 9/11. The issue is profiling.  Is it right to be suspicious of someone just because they have similar beliefs, appearance, citizenship, and language as the people who perpetrated the 9/11 attacks? Or must we follow our ideal of “all men are created equal and everyone is innocent until proven guilty”?  Is that what the army does in Afghanistan when they see someone who appears to be a member of the Taliban? Or is the army a bit more cautious in these circumstances? What does common sense say to do?

The evidence so far indicates that red flags were flying in the face of the army, but the army stubbornly ignored them. More investigation is, of course, still needed, but the facts are the facts: Major Hasan shouted Allahu akbar!  Then he opened fire and mercilessly killed and wounded a lot of U.S. soldiers.  If there was ever an obvious lesson to be learned it is this: army security is insufficient. The question is what should be done to fix it.  It would seem that more thorough background investigations of Muslim members of the Army is needed.  I know that this is distasteful to some, but consider this: suppose we were at war with Australia, wouldn’t we want to take a closer look at Australian members of our army? I know we are not at war with Islam – although Osama bin Laden would love it if we were – but even so, common sense dictates that Muslims in the army be given more careful scrutiny – just in case. Doesn’t that make sense?  Would the Muslim community be outraged over that, and if so why?  Everyone who gets into a very trusted position in the U.S. government has to prove their loyalty by undergoing a very through background investigation.  People who work in these very sensitive positions simply accept that. They aren’t insulted. They know that you can never be too careful.

The lesson of the Fort Hood massacre is this: we don’t need to go back to World War II style internment camps, but the military does need to do more thorough background checks on some people. Perhaps being Muslim is reason enough to trigger a closer background investigation, perhaps not. It needs to be looked into. Our government has always used profiling when handing out top-level security clearances – that is only common sense.  The army also needs to take a common sense approach – not an idealistic approach – reality is seldom ideal.  This isn’t the world of Pollyanna.  The U.S. military used to know that, I wonder when they forgot?

With regards to the crime and tragedy of Nalid Malik Husan’s attack at Ford Hood, Texas, where he shot at least 31 people, killing at least 12 people including women and civilians while screaming Allahu Akbar (and motivated by his desire not to be deployed against Iraq (or Afghanistan) as part of a force invading a fellow Muslim and Arab nation) allow me to propose a proper Christian response.

1. Prayer. We must pray for those wounded. We must pray for the families and loved ones of the wounded and deceased. We must pray for those who witnessed or responded to this horrific event, especially police officers, firefighters, ambulance personnel, nurses and doctors. We must pray for the counselors and therapists, both Christian and non-Christian, who will aid people deal with the physical, mental and emotional aftermath of this carnage. And yes, we must pray for the loved ones of Nalid Malik Husan and – presuming that he survives – Husan himself for his conversion to Christianity. Finally, we must pray that the body of Christ responds in a wise, Biblical manner to this event. We must pray that Christians discipline those who fail to respond in such a manner, and that we reject those who respond in a manner that does not honor Jesus Christ.

2. Evangelism. This is the primary way that the New Testament teaches Christians to deal with the non-Christian world, which is sharing the faith of Jesus Christ. This terror attack may cause an increase in fear, hatred and government action. Or it may cause people’s hearts to be desensitized and grow cold. With either reaction, the appropriate Biblical response is to go out and tell as many people as we can, or more accurately as many people as God leads us to, about the kingdom of heaven. Whether Jew, Gentile, Muslim, atheist, Hindu or a person involved in a false expression of Christianity, we must tell people that Jesus Christ is the Son of God who is God, that He is the only way to heaven, that His sacrifice on the cross is the once and for all payment of sins, and there is salvation in no other. This evangelism should not be event-driven, as some attempt to exploit this event or the fear that comes as a result of it. We should not indulge in the sort of “this is why Christianity is better than Islam” triumphalism, for that is a political and cultural worldview argument engaged in by people whose heart is with this world, not those who consider themselves pilgrims, for whom the world and the evils and hardships thereof are not worthy to be compared to the glory of eternity with Jesus Christ. Also, such a message is more useful to preaching to the false Christian cultural chauvinist choir than winning any converts, whether Muslim or non-Muslim. Instead, this tragedy should serve is a reminder that this is truly a wicked, fallen world that we live in, one ruled by the evil one, the prince of the power of the air who is Satan, and that evil and death and judgment are the fate of the world and the people not redeemed from it through Jesus Christ’s blood. Events like this one, wars, famines, floods, wildfires, earthquakes, oppressive political regimes etc. should all remind us of this fact, they should remind us of the teachings of Jesus Christ in the Sermon on the Mount, the Olivet discourse, the parables on the kingdom of heaven, his teachings on last things (New Jerusalem and the lake of fire), and serve as a burning fire shut up in our bones to go forth and obey the commandment of Jesus Christ given in the great commandments, to go and make disciples of all men, baptizing them in the Name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. If we go forth and keep this great commission commandment, then God will use us to save whom He will, and we will be as drink offerings poured out before God, and by our evangelism God will be praised, honored and glorified.

3. Resist temptation. For many, the temptation to indulge in an improper and non-Christian response will be very strong. Many quarters will use this as an excuse to fan the flames of hate against Muslims. Others will use it as an attempt to attack Biblical Christianity with its stand that Jesus Christ as the only way to heaven as well. However, for many the primary temptation will be a political and cultural one, the opportunity to assert Christianity’s superiority over Islam because of western culture and politics, because it is a superior worldview. Well, the west will come under the judgment of Jesus Christ along with the rest of the sinful world, and on that day the western cultural and political systems will be judged as part of Babylon and fall with the rest, including but not limited to the Arabic cultural and political systems. Further, even if the western worldview is superior, it is still a WORLDview, making it worldly, not holy, not of God, and not something that will last forever in New Jerusalem, but instead is something that will be consumed with this world when it is destroyed with fire. The western worldview will have no part in the new heaven and the new earth that Christians inherit. Further, incidents like this should remind Christians that true followers of Jesus Christ do not give themselves over to passions of revenge, hate, or reprisal. Christians are not to get involved in those things directly, nor in the indirect channels that the political debate allows us to. Where in the past, reprisal to incidents such as this may have been lynch mobs, the current political context allows us to simply demand a toughening and extension of the Patriot Act, profiling, immigration crackdowns, gun control, invading etc. While those issues may have their merits, the fact is that they have nothing to do with Christianity. Read the New Testament, especially the teachings of Jesus Christ. The church was never promised peace, prosperity or an easy time, but rather only conflict, warfare and persecution at the hands of the world that has rejected Jesus Christ. Christians have often forgotten that message by walking in agreement with the world. So Christians should reject the foolish idea that by taking political actions we can somehow make this country and world safe and better for Christians and the spread of the gospel. Take, for instance, the war on terrorism: it has been a disaster for Christians all throughout the Muslim wolrd, especially in Iraq.

So instead of trying to take revenge (or the offensive) against Muslims through political means, we should remember that Jesus Christ alone is to whom judgment was given, that God alone is the one capable of executing vengeance, and that Jesus Christ alone will conquer and rule the nations with a rod of iron, and that Christians cannot and should not perform judgment, vengeance, or rule in Jesus Christ’s place. (Of course, this does not preclude civil governments from doing what is necessary to punish crimes and defend its citizens from criminals and aggression from other nations, see Romans 13 with regards to that issue, but instead those actions are at best the just and necessary ones and should not be viewed as Christian in any sense.) Our job is not to pretend to be Jesus Christ and to usurp His place, but instead to obey and serve Jesus Christ so that He will act through us as His Body.

So in summary, the Christian response to this event is prayer, evangelism, and resisting temptation. Please realize that this should be the Christian response to all events. Thank you.

Before I even begin, I want to make it clear that I actually respect what a tough job the police have.  Traffic cops have to stop MANY people on a daily basis, and they know that, statistically, ninety-nine out of a hundred stops will be routine.  Problem is, they don’t know which one is going to be that one, the one that’s at best a total pain in the ass, at worst, downright dangerous.  I believe this is where the attitude comes from — they have to approach every stop with a certain level of caution or even tension.  Having said that. . . .

I have quite a few stories about encounters with the police.  I spent a long time as a “long-hair”, one of the great unsung groups that gets profiled.  I know, I know, the police “aren’t allowed” to profile.  Guess what?  They do.  Guess further what?  So do I, so do you, and so does every other human being you know.  Not saying that makes it okay, just saying don’t judge others too harshly for something you also do.  Crap, how did this soapbox get underfoot?  Anyway, my long hair led to a lot of encounters.  You might expect me to say, “Stupid pigs always had it in for me just because of my hair!”  Even drunk, I never thought that, and this is why — all my encounters with law enforcement types have been either amazingly cool and helpful, or absolutely abysmal.  Further, the good encounters FAR outweigh the bad.  Tonight, however, I’m using my best police story (no, you won’t see any Angie Dickenson in this — or was that Police Woman?) first, and it was the WORST experience of the kind I’ve ever had.  Worse than my night in jail (stay tuned for Part II, huh?) was my forty-five minutes as maybe Tommy Phillips.

Menace to Society, or Harmless Hippie?

I may have mentioned before the missus and I lived for almost a year in Southern California.  I won’t mention the name of the town because I certainly don’t want to injure their tourist trade, but I will say it rhymes with Montana and it starts with an F.  I was working in Rancho Cucamonga just down the road (yeah, me too!), selling newspapers over the phone.  It was a suck-ass job to be sure, but poorness (I really hate using the word poverty) will limit your choices.  It was about a twenty-minute drive along Route 66 (believe me, the coolness of driving along that stretch of the mythic highway died away VERY quickly).  Back then, the car (Hector) was a 1976 Toyota Corolla station wagon, five speed, with no third gear.  SO fun to drive!  It was falling apart in some very alarming ways — the hatchback was held shut with a hank of bright orange plastic “twine” — and was the nondescript brown that all Toyotas from the seventies aged out to eventually.  Still had Utah plates on it, too. 

I was sitting in the left-turn lane, getting ready to get my kicks (I will NOT explain it!).  There was a cop directly behind me, but I wasn’t worried — my signal was on and, believe it or not, I actually am a pretty damn safe and sedate driver.  We got the arrow for left turns only, and I followed the car in front of me into the turn.  Just as I’m steering Hector into the first available lane (see??), the cop lights up his cherries and, dumbass innocent that I am, I started looking around to see who the hell he could possibly be after.  After a moment, I realize it’s me.  This ought to be good, I thought to myself as I pulled over.

The officer came up and asked me the usual question:  “Do you know why I pulled you over?”‘

In every situation like this I’ve ever been in, I turn on the polite like you would never believe.  This time, it was out before I could stop myself.  Not exactly rude, but certainly not as simperingly respectful as my usual.  I looked at him and, chuckling, said, “I can’t even imagine.”

“License and registration.”  No “please”.  Shit.  I handed over the documents and he asked, “You live around here?”  I vaguely pointed toward my apartment and told him I lived on Arrow Boulevard.  He went back to his car to look me up.  I lit a smoke and began waiting for him to come back.  I waited and waited.  Then, I waited some more.  It seemed like an hour, but it was probably only ten or fifteen minutes.  I know I had time to smoke two Camel 99s.  Finally, the officer comes back and doesn’t  give me back my license and registration.  Instead, he floors me with what seemed like the hugest non sequitur ever — “Ever been to or lived in Modesto?”

Again, instead of just saying no, I have to embellish — “Officer, I don’t even know where Modesto is.”

“Could I get you to step out of the vehicle and come back here with me?” he asked, indicating his car.  Of course I complied — what’m I gonna do, argue?  When I got back to his front right fender, he lays it all out for me.  “Your name matches an alias used by a known criminal named Tommy Phillips, which is why I asked about Modesto.”

“I promise, sir, I’ve NEVER been to Modesto — I seriously don’t know where it is.”

“Okay, but since you’re using Tommy Phillips’s alias, I have to ask some other questions.”

“Well, does my physical description match?  Social Security Number?”

“Social, address, phone number, all of that can be faked, and physical description can be altered.”  I had to admit this was true.  “Is there anything in your pockets or on your person that might hurt me?”

Now, I was about to find out that this was “Copspeak” for ”is it okay if I search you?”  I, of course, answered no.  What I’d forgotten was that the day before, the missus and I had been to the shooting area in the Cucamonga Wilderness Area.  I had dropped a few cartridges on the ground and, being a lazy sod, rather than clean them up and use them, I just put them in the cellophane from a cigarette pack, twisted it shut, and put them in my pocket.  I was wearing those same pants on this day, and the officer, of course, pulled bullets out of my pocket.  SCORE!! he must’ve thought.  “Where’s the gun?”

“At home — I dropped those yesterday when I was out shooting.”

“Is there anything in your vehicle that might hurt me?”  Can ya guess what that meant?

“No, officer — there’s a box of .22 long rifle ammo, but other than that, nothing dangerous.”

“Okay.  I’m gonna detain you in my cruiser for a minute.”  As he was putting me in the back seat, I noticed another Nazi — er, police officer had pulled up behind the first.  I suppose I should be grateful he didn’t cuff me.  So there I was, sitting in the back of a police cruiser, watching as two of Fontana’s (oops!!) finest very thoroughly tossed my car, and all I could think was, Great.  This’ll be one of those stupid cases of mistaken identity that’ll land me up in jail for the rest of forever.  Scared.  Trying to think how to talk my way out of this situation, how to convince these guys I’m really just a harmless long-hair from Northern Utah.  Scared, scared, scared.

Finally, they closed up my car and the first cop let me out of his cruiser.  This guy was literally quivering with rage as he told me, “You have NO idea how lucky you are I couldn’t find anything in your car to run you in for.  And if I see you again and you still have Utah plates, I’m gonna ARREST your ass and impound your PIECE OF SHIT CAR!!”  Okay, he didn’t say “piece of shit”, but he did say “ass”.  He was plainly VERY put out that he couldn’t find probable cause to arrest me right then and there.

I got back in my car and waited for the police to leave.  I can just hear all my civil rights championing friends saying, “But you got their badge numbers and told them you were gonna file a report, right?”  No.  No sir, indeed, no.  I did nothing of the kind, because I was SO scared.  I didn’t make it to work that day, deciding to go right back to the apartment.  There would be NO kicks on THAT Route that day.

When I got home and told the missus what had happened, explaining that I was now too scared to drive anywhere with my Utah license plates, she got me to call the watch commander of the local police department and report my incident.  This was one of the good police experiences.  He laughingly told me it was perfectly fine for me to drive all I wanted with Utah plates, as long as they were current in Utah, and said he knew the officer in question and would “have a talk” with him.  Now, in all the times I’ve told this story aloud, I add at this point, “And every time I saw that cop around town after that, I winked and blew him a kiss.”  That’s not true.  I never saw him again.

But WAIT!!  There’s MORE!!

A couple of years later, after the missus and I had moved back to Ogden, we were watching the evening news.  There was a news item that, understandably, immediately caught my attention.  In southern California, Tommy Phillips, aka Tommy Thompson, had been arrested in Modesto at his mother’s house.  Here’s the punchline, and I want you to remember that “physical description can change” — they showed a picture of Mr. Phillips.  Tommy Phillips, aka Tommy Thompson, from Modesto, is a six-foot four-inch black man.  I found myself instantly in a towering rage, such that I had to take the dogs outside and throw things.  Which was a very defeatist way to blow off steam, because everything I threw, JoJo the firedog would just fetch and bring right back to me. . . .

Recently, I was called by one of the groups in my company to help analyze a problem of an alleged memory leak in a Java application. When I asked to get the printout of the OOME, I was told that no one had ever seen it. Mysteriously.

To avoid such cases, there are some tools at our disposal:

1. Write the OOME to a file instead of the standard error. This can be accomplished by the following code snippet:

   File file = new File("err.txt");
FileOutputStream fos = new FileOutputStream(file);
PrintStream ps = new PrintStream(fos);
System.setErr(ps);

   This way, in case of system restart, the file will be there to analyze.

2. The information of the OOME can also shed some light on the origin of the problem. The following are some of the errors that the OOME expose:
   1. Java Heap Space – objects cannot be allocated in the heap space
   2. Permgen Space – permgen is where classes are loaded. This can be fixed by setting -XX:MaxPermSize to a larger size
   3. <reason><stack trace> (native method) – Native methods can be C++ methods accessed by JNI or just methods in the Java core (which is written in C++). This means that native method encountered an allocation error. If this is the case, enlarging the heap size will not help and you will have to use OS specific diagnostic tools.

   For example, in the following OOME, we can see the first case:

   Exception in thread “main” java.lang.OutOfMemoryError: Java heap space
   at com.comverse.cpo.App.main(App.java:30)

3. Create a heap dump, right before reaching the OOME. This can be accomplished by the following vm flag:java –XX:+HeapDumpOnOutOfMemoryError –cp <classpath> <class name>

   The heap dump can be viewed by many tools. I recommend mat – Eclipse memory analyzer  (Home Page) which comes as a standalone application or as an Eclipse plugin.

4. Crash before OOME –  This occurs with native code that does not check for errors returned by memory allocation functions. This is a tricky one.
   1. You can look at the dump to find clues
   2. You can look at the fatal log. To configure the fatal log, use the following flag: java -XX:ErrorFile=/var/log/java/java_error%p.log. In the this example, the error log file will be written to the directory /var/log/java and will be named java_errorpid.log.

For more information, visit:
http://java.sun.com/javase/6/webnotes/trouble/TSG-VM/html/memleaks.html
and other related information:
http://java.sun.com/javase/6/webnotes/trouble/TSG-VM/html/docinfo.html

From the Wikipedia page on Ravnica

“The Boros Legion (red/white): The militaristic guild, they act as enforcers of order on Ravnica, and are not against using force to keep the peace. The Boros Legion is epitomized by the actions of the Wojek League, the police force of Ravnica.”

The Boros guild ability is Radiance. Also from the Wikipedia page

“Radiance (red/white): Radiance is an ability word that appears on spells and abilities that affect every creature that shares a color with the target creature.”

In conclusion, Radiance = police profiling. Awesome.