Webb County Diner: PR Bonds for Breakfast… With No Ethics, Please.

Note to Justice Of The Peace: Judge  Oscar Liendo,  Judge Hector Liendo, Judge Ricardo Rangel:

Please go back to school immediately. Learn to read and write and please practice your reading comprehension. Thank you.

Here in Webb County,  Sexual offenders  are being released by a few justice’s of the peace (namely three).  These three stooges are authorizing the release of several dozens of defendants with felonies and misdemeanors (repeat offenders) that have been accused, charged and incarcerated at the Webb County Jail.  It’s not only breakfast gossip, but lunch, dinner and yea, the midnight snack, too.

The concern here is that these Justice’s  of the Peace are getting involved and authorizing the release of  individuals that are at high risk to the Webb County Community (mainly, children) on a pr bond (personal recognizance bond).

The three stooges of Webb County are Judge Ricardo Rangel, Judge Hector Liendo and Judge Oscar Liendo. These type of people give  mexican-americans a  bad name.

Several individuals that were released on a personal recognizance bond were charged with Sexual Indecency with a child,  Sexual Assault On A Child, Indecent Exposure, Injury to a child, Abandonment and Endangerment to a child, Sexual Assault with immigration hold (released and deported) and hundreds of repeat offenders. And mind you, I did not include Domestic Violence (that’s another issue, another article).

These defendants that were released on a PR Bond are not going via a court process.  There is no court hearing for these pr bonds.  Some get released within minutes. No, I’m not kidding.

And why would a Justice of the peace be involved  with authorizing the release of a  defendant charged with a felony?  I understand a bail bond setting, but a release? These guys don’t know “jack-shit” about the law?  It’s like putting a monkey in a  BOMB S.W.A.T. -think you feel safe?

Of course, you are innocent till  proven guilty, but  how innocent are they? It’s like being around a pit bull and the owner tells you, “Don’t worry it doesn’t bite.”  Well,  do you think the dog will bite? Want to take a chance?

The jp’s know the law like a “clown” knows engineering. Yea, you have to consider that  the proper process and the proper precautions must always be made without taking away a person’s civil rights and liberties; but  yea, like if they even know what  the fuck civil liberties are.

We put the lives of our children and our own at risk by putting “incompetent” people in public office. If you don’t know the law, If you don’t have morals and common sense, stay out of public office.  Voters should take responsibility for electing these freakin’ dolts for public office.

I own a bail bond company. I am an author. I have children. I post bail for many, but I do know what precautions I have to make. This is a serious matter. These dummies take it for granted.

High felony charges are being bonded out by these  JP’s.  Why are they doing a district judge’s work? What’s the catch? I wasn’t born yesterday.  Are these judges taking money?

Why be a sell out? I guess their thinking  (if any) here is : PR BONDS= VOTE= MONEY=EGO VS  ETHICS , VOTES, AND BRAINS

NOTE TO WEBB COUNTY: Hey, if you were the victim of a crime and the accuser gets send to jail and was released on a personal recognizance bond and later came back and committed the same offense again … SUE the fuck out of the county and the  judge.  And yea, give out a few analogies like I did above for some levity.

It’s all about ethics, baby. Simple and descent ethics.

Kindergarten:There Is A First For Everything.

First day of school today. My son is 5 years old. I felt nervous. There he was … I was releasing my first-born son to the world. It was a proud moment, but a fearful one.

He seemed nervous, but curious. He seemed homesick before we even left. Hell, I felt homesick. First-born son. First School day.

My son had never been to daycare, stayed with a nanny or a babysitter. All of our children have always been with us since they were babies. We took them everywhere with us … even to do bail bond work. We just could not leave our children for someone else to care. We don’t participate in “trusting games” with other people. It’s just my wife and I and our children. Anti-social? Nah! I call it “social caution”. We do bail people out of jail, you know. And yes,  we do live by the border. So, it is of vital importance that the care of our children should be at our hands.

For days, I thought about his first day of school. It just made my heart sink.  I remembered about my first days of school. It’s hard not think about how cruel some of those days were: bullies, mean teachers and school lunch. I thought about how I had to learn to fight back, how to tolerate and how not to tolerate others. I thought back … school really sucked!

There is one thing, though. I had the ambition to learn. I had a quench for knowledge. I loved books. So, there. So, there was my little crumble of love for the educational institute.  That was good. And everything else … bullies, school lunch, irritating creeps and teachers that looked like they were always smelling shit, faded into the background most of the time.  I was in my own kingdom.

And my son, J.D. …I hope he finds his own kingdom. Interact. Indulge in knowledge. Tolerate and don’t tolerate. “Learn to fight and learn when not to fight”. Even though I just sounded like Kenny Rogers, the whole first day of school story boils down to this, I wish my son the best and I wish him “greatness”  (yea, even though it’s just kindergarten), but at 2:45pm, your coming home, baby!  Love ya!

If God was an Illegal Alien

What’s all the fuss about Immigration Reform. The same assholes who are trying to reform immigration are the same assholes that can not keep a fucking maid.

We don’t need immigration reform, we need “political reform”.

If God was an illegal alien, and I bet my own life on it that HE is … then we got a big fucking problem.

Try keeping God out of our country.

Hey, here’s a thought:

You die one day from a heart-attack. You are a fucking politician. You were the guy jumping up and down washington, d.c.  fucking screaming your lungs out to your fucking colleagues .. “We need reform. Immigration reform and we need it now!”

You are that guy. You the guy who fucking died from a heart-attack. Just died on the way to the hospital. The paramedic is mexican descent. He knew who you were.  He felt pity for you, but he couldn’t help you. You ate like shit, you drank like shit and you cursed like shit, so you died fast.

Well, any way.

You reach heaven and there to meet you is Good Ol’  St. Peter. St. Peter says to you, “So, you fucking croaked, huh?”

“Yea, Can I fucking come in?”

“Got your papers? GOD added an 11th commandment.”

“Shit.”

Remember: God is an alien. I don’t think he needs any reform. We all do.

The Thing I Do

I live by the border. I own and manage a bail bond company. I’ve been doing it all my life. I bail people out of jail. I’ve seen it all.  From prostititutes, to drunks, to drug dealers and drug addicts; nothing strikes me odd no more. I’ve bailed out murderers and swindlers.  Whatever comes my way at 2:00 am.  If you got money, then I’m your ticket to freedom. That’s the way it is.

I’ve got six kids, so I got no time for bullshit. My job, my way … or your ass stays in jail.

This is my blog. This is my life. I got a wife, six kids, one grandson and two dogs. I got family members that sometimes creep in into my world. I got a long list of people who I met and work with that I think are complete idiots. I got a very short list of people who I think are kind, generous and don’t lack  IQ and want nothing in return. Like I said, this list is a very short list.

So, world. Here I am.

My wife and I own and manage Frontera Bail Bonds in Laredo, Texas.  I am here to release every frustration, hesitation and damnation to you. Yea, there should be humor involve, too.  I got a wife and six kids, so why shouldn’t life be funny? Anyway, you should stick around. I got some stories to tell.