Small-town robbery suspect in the less than 5% category

Update: Police cleared Aurielle Tineo of charges she robbed this credit union and arrested another woman. Jen­nifer Sykes Dev­iller of Lake Charles, La., was arrested for the rob­bery dis­cussed here. Repeat: Auriell Tineo has NOT been charged with any crimes. It must really suck for Ms. Tineo being charged with such a crime. She still might want to make some changes on her My Space page. The jist of this post on the rar­ity of women bank rob­bers. Appar­ently, they are not so rare where I live.

Before I start, I have to first say that hav­ing a fas­ci­na­tion for a sub­ject doesn’t mean one has to con­done that subject.

I speak of bank rob­bery. It’s an odd crime and I am fas­ci­nated by the sub­ject. It is odd because the chances are so mea­ger for some­one to get away with hold­ing up a bank. FBI sta­tis­tics indi­cate that only mur­ders are cleared by arrest more often than bank rob­bery. Almost 60 per­cent of bank rob­beries are cleared com­pared to about 62 per­cent of mur­ders. Then, when you throw in the fact that only about 5 per­cent of bank rob­bers are female, you might see how some­one who is inter­ested in the crime of bank rob­bery from a soci­o­log­i­cal stand­point such as I, might be even more inter­ested in that rare bird, the woman bank rob­ber. True.

So when a young, rel­a­tively attrac­tive female was arrested yes­ter­day for the rob­bery of a small-town credit union in my area, I found myself ask­ing why? If this per­son indeed robbed this finan­cial insti­tu­tion was it because she likes drugs, as she admits on her My Space page and seems to be the motive given the judg­ment of the sher­iff whose jail now holds the young woman? Was it because, as famed bank rob­ber Willie Sut­ton was sup­posed to have said: “Because that’s where the money is?” Was it excite­ment, prod­ded by small-town bore­dom? Was she just nuts?

These are all ques­tions we won’t know, prob­a­bly, any­time soon. We don’t even know if she is the rob­ber. How­ever, she was fin­gered by a phone caller who saw a rob­ber fit­ting her descrip­tion on a video of the hold-up dur­ing a local TV news broad­cast.

Aurielle Tineo, 26, of Hamshire, Texas, is sus­pected of rob­bing the Texas Coastal Com­mer­cial Fed­eral Credit Union — some­one needs to look into abbre­vi­at­ing that name — in nearby Win­nie on Feb. 4. The linked video in the para­graph above shows a woman who held a pis­tol by the bar­rel while telling employ­ees to stuff money in a bag. Some of the still pic­tures in the news video, by Beau­mont TV sta­tion KFDM Chan­nel 6, also cap­ture a nice-looking young woman with some evi­dent quirks judg­ing by her dri­ver license photo. She admits to that quirk­i­ness on her My Space page.

“Auri the rene­gade angel,” as she calls her­self on the pop­u­lar social media page, claims to be “a witch” and notes that she likes “race­horses … guns, mar­i­juana …” as well as mak­ing her son laugh and watch­ing him sleep.  She said she likes “speed” but so much so she had to quit and no longer “f**ks with it.” As well she admits enjoy­ing shock­ing peo­ple to see the look on their faces. She might just be shock­ing some folks right now.

Although Tineo ram­bles on her My Space page, she isn’t alone in that respect, it is evi­dent from some of her state­ments that she is of aver­age or per­haps even above aver­age intel­li­gence. She is in that age range — from 18 to 30 — that FBI sta­tis­tics say most com­mit bank rob­beries. This is, even though, the aver­age yield on a forced with­drawal by armed rob­bery at a finan­cial insti­tu­tion is upon aver­age less than $5,000.

Tineo was just arrested. She is pre­sumed inno­cent like every­one else. Above all, I would point that out because police say some­one else is likely involved in the crime and when two play and are caught things can become all skewed in the legal process.

But if Aurielle Tineo, self-proclaimed witch, is con­victed then per­haps some under­stand­ing of her spe­cific rea­sons for com­mit­ting a crime with such lit­tle chance for suc­cess will come to light. Until then, we shall see how things play out in her case.


Army shrink still alive after allegedly shooting more than 40 at Ft. Hood

UPDATE2: In another press con­fer­ence about 8:30 p.m. Cen­tral, Fort Hood and the Army’s III Corps com­man­der told reporters that the sus­pect in the shoot­ing at the World’s largest mil­i­tary base on Thurs­day after­noon is not dead despite being shot mul­ti­ple times by a female civil­ian police offi­cer. Lt. Gen. Robert Cone said the sus­pect, Army psy­chi­a­trist Maj. Nidal Malik Hasan, was in “sta­ble con­di­tion” and that  his death was not immi­nent despite being shot mul­ti­ple times. Hasan is report­edly a U.S. cit­i­zen of Jor­dan­ian her­itage who received his under­grad­u­ate degree at Vir­ginia Tech. Cone said evi­dence does not rule out ter­ror­ism, but there is no evi­dence to sug­gest the shoot­ings were terrorist-related. This is really going to help out the military’s men­tal health pro­gram at a time when sui­cides in the ser­vice are at an almost epi­demic level. Prozac any­one?

UPDATE: Lt. Gen. Robert Cone, com­mand­ing gen­eral of the III Army Corps and Fort Hood, said at a short press con­fer­ence that at least 12 peo­ple have been killed and 31 wounded in the shoot­ing. Both those shot and the sus­pects are sol­diers, Cone said.

As the hed said, media reports indi­cate per­haps nine peo­ple are dead and more than two dozen have been wounded in a shoot­ing involv­ing at least two sus­pects at Fort Hood, Texas. The mas­sive mil­i­tary post lies about halfway between Waco and Austin, right smack dab in the heart of Texas.

So this means what to me? Well, Ft. Hood was part of my beat back in my days of employ­ment as a news­pa­per reporter. I vis­ited the post many, many times to cover not only mil­i­tary events but for events involv­ing our most recent ex-president. I am watch­ing CNN cov­er­age. Once again, I think for all their short­falls, CNN is still the best at break­ing news.

I have lit­tle to add to the cur­rent news cov­er­age except that I noticed dur­ing my time hang­ing around the Fort Hood area, an under­cur­rent or, vibe, if you will. One might say that’s to be expected since it is a Army base, the “free world’s largest,” as post offi­cials liked to point out dur­ing my time cov­er­ing the military.

But actu­ally, I’ve been on other mil­i­tary posts includ­ing Army posts and didn’t get this same vibe.

Since the begin­ning of the so-called “War of Ter­ror” there have been at Fort Hood as at other Army posts a num­ber of sui­cides reported. Killeen, the city out­side the post, seemed at the time I reported on the mil­i­tary at Fort Hood to have an extra­or­di­nary amount of vio­lent crime. Even before the Afghan and Iraq wars there was the hor­ror of the mass shoot­ing at the Killeen Luby’s cafe­te­ria in which 23 peo­ple were mur­dered after George Hen­nard drove his truck into the restaurant.

One sus­pect has report­edly been cap­tured and another “cor­nered” in the Fort Hood inci­dent. The big ques­tion is — since at least two peo­ple were involved — the motive. Are these guys just nuts or are they some  kind of jihadists? It will be inter­est­ing to learn more. My thoughts go out to those whose fam­ily mem­bers or friends were involved.

¿Cómo se dice? Bank robber en Beaumont? o Huckabee?

 Good­ness gra­cious. Another bank rob­ber in our fair city. One bad effect a city located on one of the nation’s most trav­eled Inter­states — I speak of IH-10 — faces is bank rob­bery. It’s rel­a­tively easy for a com­mit­ted bank rob­ber to drive off the inter­state, rob a bank and then hit the free­way in one direc­tion or another. Police will not say whether this is the same bank rob­ber who robbed a Hous­ton bank and appar­ently looked sim­i­lar to this fel­low, accord­ing to a local media report. I won­der what that Hous­ton bank robber’s nick­name might be? You know they all seem to get nick­names, like the Grandma Ban­dit.

 Our  — as in Beau­mont, Texas’ — ban­dit entered the Wells Fargo Bank at 595 IH-10 North on Tues­day morn­ing and robbed the place while “dis­play­ing” a sil­ver hand­gun, accord­ing to a Beau­mont Police Depart­ment press release. Police like to use words like “dis­play.” It’s like “Hey ya’ll, isn’t this the pret­ti­est 9 mm pis­tol you’ve ever seen? Now how ’bout that cash?”

 Bank employ­ees trig­gered the silent alarm and offi­cers were told the sus­pect was last seen run­ning on foot toward an apart­ment com­plex behind the bank. Police and a “K-9 Unit,” a.k.a. “a DOG and han­dler,” searched for the ban­dit to no avail.

He could be displaying his weapon in this photo.

He could be dis­play­ing his weapon in this photo.

 Police describe the sus­pect as a His­panic male, 5 feet, 10 inches to 6 feet in height, 180 pounds, dark com­plex­ion, wear­ing dark sun­glasses, a blue but­ton shirt and hav­ing short black hair. I’m sure he wears those sun­glasses and blue shirt every­where – to bed, play­ing bas­ket­ball, work­ing on his car. Okay, I’m pick­ing at the descrip­tions the police give out. I’ve writ­ten a hun­dred of these for news sto­ries when I worked as a reporter, but they sound kind of funny out of context. This one is actu­ally a bet­ter descrip­tion than some I have seen on local TV reports, such as “a black male, between 5′ 11″ and 6 feet, 175–190 pounds.” Hmm. I bet there aren’t too many of those run­ning around.

 Now I thought I had a sus­pect when I saw the shot below taken from a bank cam­era. Even though the police descrip­tion lists him as His­panic and dark-complected, he isn”t all that dark, at least in my opin­ion. Now, if you for­get that the man is sup­pos­edly His­panic and dark-complected, in this pic­ture at least, doesn’t he bear a slight resis­tance to for­mer Arkansas Gov­er­nor and failed can­di­date for the Repub­li­can nom­i­na­tion Mike Huckabee? 

"I'd appreciate your vote -- and your money."

I’d appre­ci­ate your vote — and your money.”

 

I mean, look at him. Maybe Huck­abee  with a tan?

Per­haps a bit younger Mike Huck­abee with a tan.

Oh well. That’s my con­tri­bu­tion to the com­mu­nity today. That is partly why I try to write about things like this because I have a forum to do so and, who knows, maybe some­one surf­ing blogs stum­bles across this one and just might rec­og­nize the rob­ber I now dub the “Senor Mike Huckabee-almost-look-a-like-bandit-if-Huckabee-was-Hispanic.” That per­son calls the police and clang, he’s behind bars. You know, some­one might see this guy tak­ing a nap out in his chaise lounge wear­ing his sun­glasses, blue but­toned shirt and dis­play­ing his handgun.

Ignorance (in) the law — particularly in this case — is no excuse

Here is the kind of ver­dict that leaves me com­pletely flummoxed.

A jury today here in Beau­mont, of the Texas vari­ety, sen­tenced sus­pended state trooper Jonathan Bar­nett to six months in jail and fined him $10,000 for run­ning a fam­ily busi­ness that oper­ates ille­gal gam­ing machines. Doc­u­ments listed Bar­nett, 32, as pres­i­dent of a family-owned nov­elty machine com­pany raided by author­i­ties in 2007. The machines owned and leased by the com­pany included so-called “eight-liners.” These are essen­tially slot machines which busi­nesses award win­ning cus­tomers who play with cash.

Bar­nett, a trooper since 2001, tes­ti­fied that he began phas­ing out his over­sight of the com­pany to his mother after becom­ing a high­way patrol offi­cer. He also denied know­ing the machines had been used for gam­bling. Jurors found Bar­nett guilty of engag­ing in orga­nized crim­i­nal activ­ity. Due to the gam­bling charges involved in the alleged activ­ity, Bar­nett could have been sen­tenced to a max­i­mum of two years in prison, accord­ing to local media reports.

So why am I flum­moxed at this ver­dict, you might ask? He was found guilty. He was a state trooper he should have known bet­ter. Right and right. Thus is the rea­son for my bewil­dered state.

Was this man stu­pid, arro­gant, greedy or all the above?

Local and state law enforce­ment, includ­ing Barnett’s soon to be for­mer employer the Texas Depart­ment of Pub­lic Safety, con­tin­u­ally make local head­lines with bust of eight-liner arcades across the state. State laws in the mid-1990s pro­vided the so-called “fuzzy ani­mal” excep­tion which allows a machine to pay out a non-cash prize for a play of $5 value or 10 times the cost of play, whichever is less.  Most cash prizes awarded ille­gally are done on the sly, which often neces­si­tates under­cover police oper­a­tions to bust the eight-liner oper­a­tors and owners.

In short, a Texan can’t walk down the street with­out being hit on the head by media reports of proud local law enforcers show­ing off the gam­bling machines they busted and money seized in the raids. Since I have seen cops of all stripe gam­bling ille­gally in all man­ners per­haps short of slot machines, and have even gam­bled with cops before, I don’t believe their fer­vor for bust­ing eight-liners is rooted in reli­gion or moral repug­nance. Per­haps it has some­thing to do with the money seized in the raids that go to the var­i­ous police agen­cies. Could that be it? Surely not.

What irri­tates me the most about the Bar­nett case is the blem­ish he causes for the agency that employed him. In gen­eral terms, I have had more respect for the Texas High­way Patrol than any other law enforce­ment agency. Maybe he is just a bad apple or an igno­ra­mus. He is not the only one I have seen in the DPS nor will he be the last. But the fact is eight-liner gam­bling is a very high-profile offense, though hardly the stuff of Baby Face Nel­son, and this now con­victed and sen­tenced for­mer state trooper should have steered clear of his fam­ily ties to the “nov­elty” gam­ing busi­ness when he decided to don the gray suit and cow­boy hat of the DPS.

I also feel that some­day “real” slot machines will be tum­bling their fruit in cer­tain sec­tors of the Lone Star State. That is, if the money bagged folks who want gam­bling in Texas can out­spend and out­wit those who already oper­ate casi­nos in neigh­bor­ing states.  When that hap­pens, and I believe it will, the eight-liners will be a relic of times past. Then, peo­ple like for­mer trooper Bar­nett will be con­victed felons despite the dimin­ished nature of the crime.

Talk about your dumb crimes. This one rates way on up there.

Where do they get these nicknames?

 Show me a ser­ial bank rob­ber these days and I will likely find you some strange nick­name made up for that per­son or persons.

 I don’t know whether these names come from the FBI agent who serves as media liai­son in the larger divi­sion offices or whether the bureau has a com­puter that gen­er­ates monikers in the way ran­dom gen­er­a­tors do on some Web sites. Need­less to say, some of these which I found today while look­ing through the FBI’s Hous­ton Divi­sion press releases were amusing.

sweatin' The prize goes to the “Sweatin’ to the Oldies Bandit.”

 Actu­ally, the alleged bank rob­ber reminds me more of an over­weight and unmasked Klaatu

"Klaatu barada nikto"

Klaatu barada nikto”

 from “The Day the Earth Stood Still” than some Richard Sim­mons devo­tee. Hi-ho Sil­ver (above) robbed two Hous­ton banks in late August within less than an hour’s time. No idle hands here.

 FBI agents are as well on the look for another busy bank rob­ber, this one dubbed “The Grandma Ban­dit.” Now I would be will­ing to bet this “grandma” would have appre­ci­ated a more flat­ter­ing nickname.

"You could use some castor oil and I could use all your money"

You could use some cas­tor oil and I could use all your money”

On Fri­day Granny allegedly robbed two banks — both Com­pass Banks — in a time span of about an hour. What’s with these fast rob­beries? I guess that like a rolling stone, these ban­dits don’t care to gather any moss, or coppers.

 

 Finally, I think the FBI were scrap­ing the bot­tom of the bar­rel com­ing up with this name, The Déjà Vu Ban­dit.

"This is all too familiar"
This is all too familiar”

 He was so named because he robbed the same bank, on the same street, while wear­ing the same shirt, although the rob­beries were on dif­fer­ent days. Well, what can you say? All good ban­dits have to have their lucky “bank rob­bing shirt.” And as far as rob­bing the same company’s banks on the same street, this alleged crook is just abid­ing by the well-worn prin­ci­ple of “stick­ing with what they know.”

 Weird.

More to Mike Vick story than football

Lately, the local sport talk radio sta­tion has been one of my more fre­quent stops on the FM dial.

It is a good time for sports talk. Foot­ball sea­son is on the hori­zon and major league base­ball is wind­ing down with the play­offs in the not-too dis­tant future. Besides, one has lit­tle to pick from when it comes to music on FM in the Beaumont-Houston area. And on AM, of course, it’s prac­ti­cally all right-wing radio unless you get in just the right geo­graph­i­cal spot and can get the Cajun sta­tion out of South Louisiana.

A lot of the radio sports guys have recently spent a lot of air time on the fate of Michael Vick, the one-time Atlanta quar­ter­back who was recently rein­stated into the NFL after serv­ing fed­eral prison time for orga­niz­ing dog fights.

As a story — be it sports or just news — Michael Vick’s is a com­pelling one given the stan­dard for news sto­ries these days. It is a story tinged with race as well as that of ani­mal cru­elty. If gay abor­tion­ists were some­how involved in the story you would touch just about every hot-button out there.

The sports talk­ers are, not to a man, mostly miss­ing the boat when it comes to the fate of Michael Vick. Many of these talk show folks I have heard want Vick back on the field where he belongs (their sen­ti­ment). There also seems to be a good-sized ele­ment of the African-American com­mu­nity who feel Vick is being, par­don the pun, black-balled from play­ing foot­ball. After all, Vick was one of the top NFL quar­ter­backs before his trou­ble with the law began.

I can’t speak for the sports guys and cer­tainly not for blacks. I do believe though that the for­mer are swim­ming against the tide in a great cul­tural gulf. Some of the sports talk­ers can’t under­stand why, if the NFL com­mis­sioner has rein­stated Vick, that he has not been auto­mat­i­cally snapped up by the league’s teams. Some have even gone so far to say the team exec­u­tives must be wor­ried about PETA show­ing up on their 50-yard lines.

But my guess is that the con­cerns go way beyond PETA. Some of the same folks who abhor ani­mal cru­elty show up on Sunday’s in the seats and sky­boxes of the NFL’s sta­di­ums. Count­less oth­ers are chomp­ing down on hot wings and drink­ing Bud Light at home while the games tele­vised into their liv­ing rooms fea­ture young guys knock­ing the beje­sus out of each other. Yet many of these same fans go bal­lis­tic when they see aban­doned or abused pup­pies on the evening news.

Dur­ing my career as a, full-time, jour­nal­ist I cov­ered dou­ble homi­cides, wrecks killing or maim­ing hand­fuls and other mis­cel­la­neous may­hem. But never, ever, did I get as many phone calls and e-mails than the next day after a story I did involv­ing stray dogs and cats.

This guy had become a one-man ani­mal res­cue and he kept tak­ing in dogs and cats until ani­mals had occu­pied one house and mostly took over another. I was out at this guy’s house when sheriff’s deputies came to take the ani­mals away because this oth­er­wise Good Samar­i­tan couldn’t prop­erly feed or oth­er­wise care for these strays. It was as sad as it was vile, if you can imag­ine noth­ing but dogs and cats every­where and doing pretty much as they do when not housebroken.

I notice that the local tele­vi­sion news reporters lately also jump on ani­mal abuse sto­ries like a duck on a June bug. These sto­ries run at the top of the news­casts, ahead of fatal car wrecks, Saturday-night stab­bings and armed rob­beries. That’s because they know such sto­ries play on the basest of human emo­tions. That is, at least for those who have the com­pas­sion to under­stand what is tak­ing place.

I won’t dwell on the racial aspect of it because that is some­thing which I per­son­ally know lit­tle about. How­ever, there is also the “gangsta” ele­ment in the dog­fight­ing cult that ticks off peo­ple of more than one race. Some peo­ple just can’t abide by crack-smoking, drive-by shoot­ing, thugs for some reason.

NFL own­ers know the tightrope they are walk­ing. Should they give Michael Vick another chance? And then that one lit­tle nag­ging thing: What if he lost some of his umpph while he was in the joint?

I have thought that per­haps Vick deserves a chance at some point in time but only after he has shown sin­cere remorse for his actions. I thought per­haps his talk in Atlanta to some kids over the week­end might have been a start. Although, some folks see it more as self-serving.

In the end, nei­ther the sports talk guys nor Jesse Jack­son nor PETA nor I, will have the say as to whether Vick suits up again for the NFL. Whether that is the case, ulti­mately, is another story.

No police discount for you

A wise man once said: “Stu­pid is as stu­pid does.”

This morn­ing I lis­tened as a defen­dant appear­ing for sen­tenc­ing before the local crim­i­nal court judge copped to stu­pid­ity as the rea­son the man com­mit­ted the acts for which he pleaded guilty. Those charges were for evad­ing arrest and imper­son­at­ing a pub­lic servant.

I was in the crim­i­nal court­room this morn­ing for a free­lance gig and while wait­ing through the docket call. I got to view the seem­ingly never-ending parade of idiocy that keeps our crim­i­nal jus­tice sys­tem in business.

The facts in this par­tic­u­lar defendant’s charges were not totally clear as he had already pleaded guilty and was only in court for pun­ish­ment. But it appears that he ran from police on a motor­cy­cle at speeds of what he said was near 100 mph. His charge of imper­son­at­ing a police offi­cer stemmed from his attempt to buy a range-finder for play­ing golf dur­ing which time he had asked for a police dis­count. Whether the two charges were related or if he flashed a phony badge eludes me.

I do know in a brief research of the defendant’s crim­i­nal records in three states that he had prior charges for reck­less dri­ving, speed­ing and crim­i­nal imper­son­ation. It makes me won­der if he is a ser­ial imper­son­ator. He no doubt has a need for speed. He also claims to be a pro­fes­sional bike racer but given his his­tory I am not sure I would take his word at face value.

The judge sen­tenced the man to pro­ba­tion and a fine on the two charges. Let’s just hope that the man doesn’t try to imper­son­ate a pro­ba­tion officer.

My heroes have always been outlaws

Yes­ter­day I was think­ing wist­fully about my younger days when I was sta­tioned on the Mis­sis­sippi Gulf Coast. I got to think­ing par­tic­u­larly about this old guy I knew who owned a cou­ple of bars my friends and I would fre­quent. This old fel­low is surely dead by now, or so I’d think as this was 30-something years ago and at least he seemed to be some­what long in the tooth, but not want­ing to take chances I will just call him “Ben.”

Ben was by all accounts a bookie. This was back before the Mis­sis­sippi Sound was invaded by casi­nos. I say he was a bookie. I had no proof back then, just hearsay and cir­cum­stan­tial evi­dence. The lat­ter came from my watch­ing these shady-looking guys walk­ing in and out of Ben’s office at all hours with rac­ing forms in their hands.

One time I remem­ber Ben hold­ing forth at the bar. I think one of his bar­tenders was off. He bragged to a bunch of us how the FBI had tried but failed to catch him although he didn’t elab­o­rate. It just so hap­pens that yes­ter­day while think­ing about this guy I came across some kind of legal case that involved him. The best I can tell it was some kind of for­fei­ture suit the FBI had against Ben in the early 1970s in which they had seized some kind of machines includ­ing those for pin­ball that had allegedly been used for gam­bling. The best I could tell through the legal-speak, the feds lost. I don’t know if that was what Ben was talk­ing about, but this unex­pected find cer­tainly seemed to pro­vide some ammu­ni­tion for his bluster.

Ben would not be the last out­law I knew. I shared a room once in a bar­racks there in Mis­sis­sippi with a guy who got busted for going out on an armed rob­bery spree one night with one of his friends. There were oth­ers I knew who took a walk on the crim­i­nal side.

For cer­tain out­laws, such as Ben and unlike my weirdo room­mate, it’s kind of easy to have an affin­ity. You grew up read­ing sto­ries like those about Robin Hood, you know, the benev­o­lent robber-type. Although unless you are anti-social, one doesn’t nor­mally think much of the out­laws who do enor­mous amounts of harm such as Bernie Mad­off or vio­lent creeps such as Char­lie Man­son. There are excep­tions though.

In ele­men­tary school one of my friends and I used to play “Bon­nie and Clyde.” I don’t think either one of us were actu­ally Bon­nie. I think had we thought it out a lit­tle bet­ter we would have actu­ally been play­ing “Clyde and Texas Ranger Frank Hamer.”

It took awhile to learn that Clyde Bar­row and Bon­nie Parker were also mur­der­ous, socio­pathic creeps although it was slow in com­ing to me. This was because where I grew up, in South­east Texas, some of the older folks still saw Bon­nie and Clyde some­what in terms of Depression-era Robin Hoods. Per­haps they were to some extent but the were still cold-blooded killers and bank robbers.

I sup­pose many mem­bers of soci­ety at large have a type of admi­ra­tion for cer­tain crooks, espe­cially those that show some sort of skill and intel­li­gence. What with the enter­tain­ment value that “dumb crim­i­nal” media have pre­sented in recent years, it seems the smart ones seem even less and less among us these days.

I’ve thought long and hard about crime and pun­ish­ment. I fig­ure that moral­ity has played some part in keep­ing me on the straight and nar­row, and out of the slammer. But too I would have to say that fear of impris­on­ment has like­wise done its share to deter me from a life of crime.

My title is really more a play on words of the old Willie Nel­son song (It’s always about Willie, for me, isn”t it?) “My Heroes Have Always Been Cow­boys.” But at least in some cir­cum­stances there is a lit­tle fire pop­ping through the smoke.