I’m in the smooth-angles of the detecting business and I make money without getting my can knocked off

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I mentioned Arthur Fellig, aka Weegee before as something akin to still photography's version of a film noir photo journalist. It looks as though someone has found or collected some previously unknown Weegee photos to be put on exhibit at the International Center of Photography, 'Unknown Weegee,' on Photographer Who Made the Night Noir

Like a boy scout, he was always prepared. He prowled the streets in a car equipped with a police radio, a typewriter, developing equipment, a supply of cigars and a change of underwear. He was a one-man photo factory: he drove to a crime site; took pictures; developed the film, using the trunk as a darkroom; and delivered the prints.

He often finished a job before the cops had cleared the scene, in some cases before they even arrived. About certain things he was clairvoyant. (Weegee = Ouija, as in board. Get it?) He caught catastrophes in the making and filmed them unfolding. An opportunist? A sensationalist? A voyeur? You could call him all that. He wouldn't mind. "Just get the name right. Weegee the Famous."

He was in the right place at the right time. New York from the Depression through World War II was a rude, crude town. No heat in winter, way too much in the summer. Immigrants poured in; there was barely enough room to hold them. Native-born workers felt the competition for jobs and space, resented it. The melting pot was on a constant boil.

In some ways Weegee was the paparazzi of his time in the sense that he was certainly an opportunists, but he turned that opportunism on subjects that were socially relevent. He didn't change the world, he did shine a light on some of the things that needed changing.

That Abu Musab al-Zarqawi is now worm food is a positive thing. Anytime a psychotic murderer with no respect for life leaves this world means there is one less on them that humanity has to deal with and a also provides a little justice for those that he hurt. Nevertheless al-Zarqawi was able to instigate violence against American forces and Iraqis for several years because George W. Bush played politics with him as part of the puppet show used lie America into the invasion of Iraq. Bush turned down chances to kill Zarqawi: ex-CIA spy

A former top CIA spy says the United States deliberately turned down several opportunities to kill terrorist Abu Musab al-Zarqawi in the lead-up to the Iraq war.

Mike Scheuer headed the CIA's bin Laden unit for six years before resigning in 2004.

He has told the ABC's Four Corners program the Bush administration had Zarqawi in its sights almost every day for a year.

He says a plan to destroy Zarqawi's training camp in Kurdistan was abandoned for diplomatic reasons.

As usual in the Rovian state of current politics, Bush's hands are relatively clean as he pushes the wrong pieces around at the wrong time. Bush didn't actually kill the American troops, who the Rovians consider expendable pawns, or innocent Iraqis, he just made one of many criminally negligent decisions that allowed them to be killed. The Cult of Bush is getting flop sweat all over their keyboards as they race to direct undeserved credit to their favorite Guard deserter. All part of the formula that has worked so well for conservatism since Raygun Ronnie, never take responsibility for your screw-ups, but always take credit for the work of others ( we've all had a boss like that one time or another haven't we). America and Iraq continues to suffer from the dilettante conservatism of Bush and his morally culpable followers and the soulless celebration that follows every accomplishment that they didn't actually achieve. With a press that in general is still too timid to call things the way they are. Not once today have I heard one major network question the chain of events that are not a matter of biased opinion, but historical fact. If the Bushites had a clear vision, a clear plan in regards to terrorism, al-Zarqawi would have been killed or captured years ago. The Short, Violent Life of Abu Musab al-Zarqawi

Abu Musab al-Zarqawi, barely forty and barely literate, a Bedouin from the Bani Hassan tribe, was until recently almost unknown outside his native Jordan. Then, on February 5, 2003, Secretary of State Colin Powell catapulted him onto the world stage. In his address to the United Nations making the case for war in Iraq, Powell identified al-Zarqawi—mistakenly, as it turned out—as the crucial link between al-Qaeda and Saddam Hussein’s regime. Subsequently, al-Zarqawi became a leading figure in the insurgency in Iraq—and in November of last year, he also brought his jihadist revolution back home, as the architect of three lethal hotel bombings in Amman. His notoriety grew with every atrocity he perpetrated, yet Western and Middle Eastern intelligence officials remained bedeviled by a simple question: Who was he? Was he al-Qaeda’s point man in Iraq, as the Bush administration argued repeatedly? Or was he, as a retired Israeli intelligence official told me not long ago, a staunch rival of bin Laden’s, whose importance the United States exaggerated in order to validate a link between al-Qaeda and pre-war Iraq, and to put a non-Iraqi face on a complex insurgency?

Powerful Lawmaker's Relative Linked Financially to Contractor

A political fundraising committee headed by a defense contractor has paid thousands of dollars in fees to the stepdaughter of House Appropriations Committee Chairman Jerry Lewis (R-Redlands) at a time when the contractor has been lobbying Congress for funding.

Lewis' stepdaughter, Julia Willis-Leon, has been paid more than $42,000 by the Small Biz Tech Political Action Committee, according to campaign finance records. The PAC is led by Nicholas Karangelen, founder and president of Trident Systems Inc.

Talking Points Memo has more.

Anna Halsey was about two hundred and forty pounds of middle-aged putty-faced woman in a black tailor-made suit. Her eyes were shiny black shoe buttons, her cheeks were as soft as suet and about the same color. She was sitting behind a black glass desk that looked like Napoleon's tomb and she was smoking a cigarette in a black holder that was not quite as long as a rolled umbrella. She said: "I need a man."

I watched her shake ash from the cigarette to the shiny top of the desk where flakes of it curled and crawled in the draft from an open window.

"I need a man good-looking enough to pick up a dame who has a sense of class, but he's got to be tough enough to swap punches with a power shovel. I need a guy who can act like a bar lizard and backchat like Fred Allen, only better, and get hit on the head with a beer truck and think some cutie in the leg-line topped him with a breadstick."

"It's a cinch," I said. "You need the New York Yankees, Robert Donat, and the Yacht Club Boys."

"You might do," Anna said, "cleaned up a little. Twenty bucks a day and ex's. I haven't brokered a job in years, but this one is out of my line. I'm in the smooth-angles of the detecting business and I make money without getting my can knocked off. Let's see how Gladys likes you."

from the novel TROUBLE IS MY BUSINESS by Raymond Chandler