A career criminal is once again out of jail for all the wrong reasons
including loopholes in the system and misguided compassion. He races
through the night from dark alley's and buildings to the next after
violently ending innocent lives and forever psychologically scarring the
lives of the victims loved ones and friends. He is chased by an avenging angel...a dark knight...a
battle ensues...it's vicious and bloody...the final blow sends the
criminal over the edge of the building...to his well deserved
death...but the hero catches his foot just as he goes over and with
incredible effort and risk to his own life saves the killer. He turns
him over to the authorities to arrest, try, and if found guilty with the
proper evidence incarcerated. Release into society and repeat over and over again sacrificing
innocents in the process.
While the above reads as a comic book you've read or seen in the
movies or on TV...the real problem and sad truth is that without the
elaborate costumes, gadgets, and make-up this happens on our streets
every day. Peter Figoski was a Blue Knight who was shot down in
cold blood by a career criminal who should not have been on the streets
in the first place. Lamont Pride...a fitting last name for a career
criminal with an 11 page rap sheet..."pride" being not only one
of the deadly sins but considered to be the original. Why was he out on
the streets in the first place? I'm not just referencing the judge's
decision to release him...why was he out in the first place? How many
crimes does one have to commit until it becomes clear that he/she simply
cannot live within our society without harming others? We are one
country and while I'm no Lawyer so I don not know the details...if one
shoots someone in one state is another to do nothing about it? Can
another state not hold or extradite one to another state?!?
I understand that the laws are in place are to protect us from
becoming a Totalitarian state. Our laws came about because Royalty in
Western Europe believed they were above the common man. As common men
our ancestors throw off their yoke and put an end to that. So while I
agree with innocent until proven guilty (though I question if it should
be by peers or professionals) just how many times do you have to be
proven guilty or commit an act so heinous that you are removed from
society for good? Take Jerome Issac for instance. He's not a career
criminal..he has no priors or 11 page rap sheet. Why do I mention him?
Jerome felt an elderly woman owed him money for work he did around her
apartment. She stopped using his services because things in her
apartment were going missing on a regular basis whenever he did work.
Jerome solution's to work this out...he approached the 67 year old woman
in an elevator...sprayed her with flammable liquid then threw a Molotov
cocktail at her lighting her on fire...she burned to death screaming.
The list of horrors that have been committed just over this last year
from the shooting of Senator Gifford and those killed around her to the
massacre at the Long Island Pharmacy...the list is sadly endless.
Now some of you may point out that neither of these men have been
found guilty in a court of law...yet. You would be correct at this point
in time. Lamont Pride for the record to the best of my knowledge admits
he did shoot Officer Figoski...but by accident and that it was not his
gun. Jerome Issac turned himself him. Half of his face is baldy
burned...in a dark twisted take on life imitating art he looks like a
real life version of Two-Face. What is our society to do what men like
these(I will not put in writing what I what do...but it would less then
pleasant for you to read). The Laws need to protect the innocent as well
as the accused. If one is incapable of not stealing, raping,
assaulting, killing etc then one should not be allowed to live among us.
If one commits an act so vicious and horrible...I'm sorry but I have no
desire to give them a second chance or try to rehabilitate them. Some
of you might. You may be more compassionate then I. I've heard more then
enough pseudo hypothetical pseudo-intellectual arguments on the
subject. Just tell me...if your Mother was burned alive by a madman or
your Daddy was shot in the face and killed by a career criminal who should have
been in jail and not on the streets in the first place do your arguments still hold up for
you?
Please note...if you are so inclined you can make a donation to a fund for Officer Figoski's surviving 4 daughters at Peter Figoski Scholarship Fund Please make sure you note that it is for this fund....as there are many.
Affaire is one of those transporting destination
restaurants where you find yourself walking down Avenue B in the East
Village and the next thing you know you're out through the looking glass
and in a bistro in Paris oozing with sex appeal. The menu is primarily
French bistro classics with a few updated takes on classics. Favorites
include their Mussels with frites, Steak Au Poivre, Frites with chevre
(goat cheese) sauce, and for something with a twist, "Buffalo" Frog
Legs.Lobster Risotto is high on the top of my list to try on my next
visit.
I was lucky enough to attend an event hosted by Affaire's affable Andrew Krauss and the sweet Sasha Cox (the entire staff was great). We had a good crew comprised of NearSay staff, bloggers, a sports photographer and a mixologist extraordinaire and had the pleasure of watching Affaire's Executive Chef Edgar Navarrete work his magic making mussels over the fire.It's always a pleasure watching a pro, be it an athlete, artist or chef in action doing their craft while making it look effortless. And watching him cook the mussels was a lot of fun, almost as much as eating them – almost. We were also sopping up the chevre cheese and pesto atop the frites.
Affaire has a nice, roomy L-shaped bar when you enter; it's well stocked with a nice selection of wines. Their specialty drink menu is geared towards the ladies (fruity, topped with Champagne etc) yet they equally make a nice solid classic stiff drink. If you're lucky, the lovely Nicole will be shaking and mixing them for you. The dining room has wooden tables, one very large lampshade and chandeliers to set the mood. To continue your evening Affaire has multiple subterranean lounges which if I had to pick one word to describe them would be sultry. They are done up with brick walls, dark wood, gold ceilings, banquettes, couches (a raised chaise that got all our imaginations going), and plenty of nooks and cranies for quiet conversation and if things go well some canoodling. Affaire is definitely a place to, at the very least, fall in love with, if not ending up falling head over heels with your date.
For you "cunning linguists" out there, the word affaire is often maligned as an illicit relationship of a sexual nature when in fact the actual definition of the word is "a matter to attend to, an event or happening" which comes from the Anglo-French a faire "to do"
To make the mussels, if I remember correctly, heat up some oil, add chopped shallots, then the mussels followed by chopped garlic (add in after the shallots and on top of the mussels so you do not burn the garlic), add white wine, a bit of butter (butchers thumb) salt, pepper and top with chopped parsley. Once the mussels start opening turn down the flame so they don't overcook. Add bacon, beer and some cream to make Grand Mere style or add cream and curry if that's your thing.
Affaire: 50 Ave. B, at E. 4th St.
I was lucky enough to attend an event hosted by Affaire's affable Andrew Krauss and the sweet Sasha Cox (the entire staff was great). We had a good crew comprised of NearSay staff, bloggers, a sports photographer and a mixologist extraordinaire and had the pleasure of watching Affaire's Executive Chef Edgar Navarrete work his magic making mussels over the fire.It's always a pleasure watching a pro, be it an athlete, artist or chef in action doing their craft while making it look effortless. And watching him cook the mussels was a lot of fun, almost as much as eating them – almost. We were also sopping up the chevre cheese and pesto atop the frites.
Affaire has a nice, roomy L-shaped bar when you enter; it's well stocked with a nice selection of wines. Their specialty drink menu is geared towards the ladies (fruity, topped with Champagne etc) yet they equally make a nice solid classic stiff drink. If you're lucky, the lovely Nicole will be shaking and mixing them for you. The dining room has wooden tables, one very large lampshade and chandeliers to set the mood. To continue your evening Affaire has multiple subterranean lounges which if I had to pick one word to describe them would be sultry. They are done up with brick walls, dark wood, gold ceilings, banquettes, couches (a raised chaise that got all our imaginations going), and plenty of nooks and cranies for quiet conversation and if things go well some canoodling. Affaire is definitely a place to, at the very least, fall in love with, if not ending up falling head over heels with your date.
For you "cunning linguists" out there, the word affaire is often maligned as an illicit relationship of a sexual nature when in fact the actual definition of the word is "a matter to attend to, an event or happening" which comes from the Anglo-French a faire "to do"
To make the mussels, if I remember correctly, heat up some oil, add chopped shallots, then the mussels followed by chopped garlic (add in after the shallots and on top of the mussels so you do not burn the garlic), add white wine, a bit of butter (butchers thumb) salt, pepper and top with chopped parsley. Once the mussels start opening turn down the flame so they don't overcook. Add bacon, beer and some cream to make Grand Mere style or add cream and curry if that's your thing.
Affaire: 50 Ave. B, at E. 4th St.