Perhaps the last chapter in the tale of my former boss. Robert Beale has finally been sentenced. James Walsh, writer at the Star Tribune, couldn't have summed it up better, "At his sentencing, Robert Beale alternated between remorse and existential diatribe. He got 11 years to sort things out."
You gotta read it to believe what he said.
Other RB related postings:
Get Used to Wearing Orange
Crazy talk! Crazy talk! Change the subject!
It Couldn't Have Happened to a Nicer Guy
Showing posts with label Crime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crime. Show all posts
Friday, September 12, 2008
Friday, May 02, 2008
Get Used to Wearing Orange
What d'ya know? The justice system DOES work once in a while!
Few things in life put a spring in one's step more than having a former boss convicted of tax evasion. Life is good.
From the Star Tribune: Up to 10 years in prison for millionaire tax dodger
One of my favorite quotes from the article, "When Beale was arrested in November at a strip mall in Orlando, Fla., he was carrying a fake passport and driver's license issued from "The Kingdom of Heaven," something he had copied off the Internet."
Fucking brilliant. It's a good thing he decided to represent himself, or a lawyer may have tried to get him off on an insanity plea.
My past posts on the subject:
Crazy Talk! Crazy Talk! Change the Subject!
It Couldn't Have Happened to a Nicer Guy
Few things in life put a spring in one's step more than having a former boss convicted of tax evasion. Life is good.
From the Star Tribune: Up to 10 years in prison for millionaire tax dodger
One of my favorite quotes from the article, "When Beale was arrested in November at a strip mall in Orlando, Fla., he was carrying a fake passport and driver's license issued from "The Kingdom of Heaven," something he had copied off the Internet."
Fucking brilliant. It's a good thing he decided to represent himself, or a lawyer may have tried to get him off on an insanity plea.
My past posts on the subject:
Crazy Talk! Crazy Talk! Change the Subject!
It Couldn't Have Happened to a Nicer Guy
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Crazy talk! Crazy talk! Change the subject!
"Crazy talk! Crazy talk! Change the subject!" -- Arthur, The Tick
Fans of the short-lived, live-action version of The Tick will remember that line above, delivered frantically by the Tick's sidekick, Arthur.
Someone should have thought to offer that advice to my former boss. Last August I posted about the Nerd Clan's pilgrimage to the Twin Cities and what part the company I worked for played in that. The post was prompted by a Star Tribune article, outlining the CEO and his dash from the law due to tax evasion.
After 14 months as a fugitive, authorities caught up with him on November 1, 2007 in Orlando, FL. I guess Mickey Mouse is a draw for tax evading religious zealots. Anywho, he's back in the Twin Cities, on trial, providing his own defense. But if he wasn't in enough trouble already, check out this article from the Star Tribune on Monday. Apparently, even from his jail cell, he's still having chats with God. It seems that God isn't too fond of the judge assigned to his trial. Allegedly, he told his common law wife, "God ... wants me to take the judge out, that's what he wants me to do," and "Once I take down Ann Montgomery, no judge in the whole court will have anything to do with me."
Good job. Nicely done! If you're going to make secret plans to get rid of a judge, the perfect means of communications is to do it through RECORDED PHONE CALLS FROM JAIL to result in the arrest of your accomplices. Very sneaky!
Yes. I'll watch this trial over the next two weeks with great interest.
Fans of the short-lived, live-action version of The Tick will remember that line above, delivered frantically by the Tick's sidekick, Arthur.
Someone should have thought to offer that advice to my former boss. Last August I posted about the Nerd Clan's pilgrimage to the Twin Cities and what part the company I worked for played in that. The post was prompted by a Star Tribune article, outlining the CEO and his dash from the law due to tax evasion.
After 14 months as a fugitive, authorities caught up with him on November 1, 2007 in Orlando, FL. I guess Mickey Mouse is a draw for tax evading religious zealots. Anywho, he's back in the Twin Cities, on trial, providing his own defense. But if he wasn't in enough trouble already, check out this article from the Star Tribune on Monday. Apparently, even from his jail cell, he's still having chats with God. It seems that God isn't too fond of the judge assigned to his trial. Allegedly, he told his common law wife, "God ... wants me to take the judge out, that's what he wants me to do," and "Once I take down Ann Montgomery, no judge in the whole court will have anything to do with me."
Good job. Nicely done! If you're going to make secret plans to get rid of a judge, the perfect means of communications is to do it through RECORDED PHONE CALLS FROM JAIL to result in the arrest of your accomplices. Very sneaky!
Yes. I'll watch this trial over the next two weeks with great interest.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Does Anyone Fall for This Stuff?
I got a very special email this morning. I wanted to share it with everyone!
*******
From: Fletcher Lawrence
Subject: special depth that true
to learn how those
Good afternoon. Doing good? Email me at ihm@ShineBal.info only. By the way, I am a girl. Hope you will like my pictures.
has a from their "I truly believe district if you want.
ihm@ShineBal.info
*******
This one didn't get caught by the spam filter. The "From" email address (I removed the user name since it looked real) is real -- FYI North Idaho, a tourist guide website.
So, really. Tell me. Are there actually people out there who fall for this stuff?
*******
From: Fletcher Lawrence
Subject: special depth that true
to learn how those
Good afternoon. Doing good? Email me at ihm@ShineBal.info only. By the way, I am a girl. Hope you will like my pictures.
has a from their "I truly believe district if you want.
ihm@ShineBal.info
*******
This one didn't get caught by the spam filter. The "From" email address (I removed the user name since it looked real) is real -- FYI North Idaho, a tourist guide website.
So, really. Tell me. Are there actually people out there who fall for this stuff?
Monday, November 19, 2007
What a Monday
This past weekend was a productive one in the Nerd Clan household. It was our daughter's 11th birthday. My parents came 'round to redecorate her room into one a little more "mature". The bubblegum pink walls were covered in a muted green. Grown-up, floor-length curtains covered the windows. All of the little girl toys went to one of three places: keepsake storage, giveaway box, or the garbage.
Sunday was spent finishing up a few odds and ends, but it was mostly restful and quiet.
Monday started relatively well. The brand-new 11-year-old was staying home with a cold, and Avindair was going to stay home with her.
"We'll snuggle on the couch and watch movies," he said. "It'll be a nice father-daughter day."
In my rush to get ready for work, Avindair offered to let me take his car. The one with the heated front seats.
"It'll be a treat. I'll even run out and get it warmed up for you."
Minutes later he came back in... an edge to his voice."Someone smashed our passenger side window."
Crap.
I threw on my shoes and ran out to the car. It was smashed in, all right. With a blank space on the windshield where our 2-month old portable GPS used to be. Nothing else was touched.
Our insurance company, Geico, was fantastic. One phone call and they made an appointment for a glass company to come out today and fix it in our driveway.
The police came to make a report. It was a little bit of a relief to find out that we weren't alone. Four home in our neighborhood got hit that they knew of so far. No one suspected until this morning. The NerdHound didn't even wake up. Of course, we're so used to the sounds of teenagers roaming the streets at all hours of the night (even though our suburb has a curfew), that I suppose we've become accustomed to a certain level of noise. At least we could take some comfort in the fact that we weren't singled out.
What now? Tony's father-daughter sick day has turned into "fix things and make the house secure" day.
1. An electrician is coming out today to install motion-detection lighting on the garage. We had our lights on, but according to the police, the motion-detection lights are a great deterrent for any future problems.
2. 1-800 Got Junk is coming out to haul away our remodeling refuse so that the cars can go back in the garage.
3. The auto glass place is coming to fix the car window.
One good thing, we were able to provide the police with the serial number for the GPS. If the thieves try to sell it at a pawn shop, we might be able to piss on their day just a little bit, too.
Now all we need to do is put signs around the house reading, "TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT". You think the neighbors will object?
Sunday was spent finishing up a few odds and ends, but it was mostly restful and quiet.
Monday started relatively well. The brand-new 11-year-old was staying home with a cold, and Avindair was going to stay home with her.
"We'll snuggle on the couch and watch movies," he said. "It'll be a nice father-daughter day."
In my rush to get ready for work, Avindair offered to let me take his car. The one with the heated front seats.
"It'll be a treat. I'll even run out and get it warmed up for you."
Minutes later he came back in... an edge to his voice."Someone smashed our passenger side window."
Crap.
I threw on my shoes and ran out to the car. It was smashed in, all right. With a blank space on the windshield where our 2-month old portable GPS used to be. Nothing else was touched.
Our insurance company, Geico, was fantastic. One phone call and they made an appointment for a glass company to come out today and fix it in our driveway.
The police came to make a report. It was a little bit of a relief to find out that we weren't alone. Four home in our neighborhood got hit that they knew of so far. No one suspected until this morning. The NerdHound didn't even wake up. Of course, we're so used to the sounds of teenagers roaming the streets at all hours of the night (even though our suburb has a curfew), that I suppose we've become accustomed to a certain level of noise. At least we could take some comfort in the fact that we weren't singled out.
What now? Tony's father-daughter sick day has turned into "fix things and make the house secure" day.
1. An electrician is coming out today to install motion-detection lighting on the garage. We had our lights on, but according to the police, the motion-detection lights are a great deterrent for any future problems.
2. 1-800 Got Junk is coming out to haul away our remodeling refuse so that the cars can go back in the garage.
3. The auto glass place is coming to fix the car window.
One good thing, we were able to provide the police with the serial number for the GPS. If the thieves try to sell it at a pawn shop, we might be able to piss on their day just a little bit, too.
Now all we need to do is put signs around the house reading, "TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT". You think the neighbors will object?
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