David Katz kills two, injures 11 at Madden 19 tournament

David “Bread” KatzFrom CNN:

David Katz, a 24-year-old gamer from Baltimore, Maryland, was in town for the tournament at GLHF Game Bar, in the back of a pizza restaurant. On Sunday, he brought a gun into the venue and opened fire, killing two people and wounding nine others. Then he turned the gun on himself, Jacksonville Sheriff Mike Williams said. Police have not released a possible motive.

I have a motive. David Katz was an asshole. He also was eliminated from the tournament and didn’t take losing very well. That strikes me as stupid considering when playing a video game there is a winner and a loser.  If you can’t taking losing, don’t play video games. That’s a moot point considering he did the world a solid and killed himself.

He had two guns, not one. Both were handguns. He also injured 11 people, not nine. CNN’s counting skills need some work.

Who was David Katz?

How long will it take for the Buffalo Bills to scrub this tweet from their official Twitter feed?

David Katz lived in or around Baltimore, Maryland. He was also a professional Madden player and evidently, a Buffalo Bills fan. Why would someone who lived in Baltimore be a Buffalo Bills fan? I’ve never been a fan of the Bills and I lived in upstate New York for four years. I lived there during the time when they went to four straight Super Bowls. The Bills have pretty much sucked for Katz’s entire life. It’s not like there was a bandwagon for him to jump on.

From the EA Sports website about Katz’s win at the Buffalo Bills Madden Club tournament in February 2017.

Winner: David “Bread” Katz

In what some are calling the most exciting moment in all the 2017 NFL Club Series Championships, David “Bread” Katz won with a walk-off victory by completing an unbelievable pass as time expired to be crowned Buffalo Bills Champion. The crowd at 716 Food and Sport in Buffalo, NY was amazed with the clutch execution in the 4th quarter!

What’s with the gamer tag of Bread? Didn’t the little twerp realize how offensive that word is to people suffering from type 2 diabetes?

Stop ignoring the threat of gun violence

Unfortunately, what happened in Jacksonville will continue to happen until we take the threat of gun violence more seriously. At the bare minimum, anywhere humans congregate should be defended with armed security guards. I’m not talking about security guards making minimum wage. These guards would be well paid and licensed through the federal government. These guards should have training in close quarter combat. They should have to go through annual firearms testing to make sure their skills remain sharp.

Ex-military people would make the ideal candidates.

We have more guns floating around in this country than people. We need to start recognizing the threat this poses and take the proper action. When I was stationed in the Philippines in the mid to late 80s, there were armed security guards everywhere. McDonald’s, video rental stores, etc. Private ownership of firearms was illegal in the Philippines, yet they recognized the threat of gun violence and took the proper action. I never thought I’d say this, but we need to be more like the Philippines.

And now some good news

On a totally unrelated note, I learned some good news while reading about this terrible story on CNN. It appears the state of Maryland will pay off my house.

I realize it says Maryland may pay off your home, but considering both my wife and me were born before 1985, it seems like a sure thing. Plus, CNN is a leader in honest journalism. The chance they would have something untrue on their website seems highly unlikely.

Richard Musgrave: an American pervert

On or around July 2, American Richard Musgrave, 51, was arrested outside Angeles City in the Philippines. Angeles City is located near where Clark Air Base used to be. I was stationed there for three years while in the Air Force. Clark Air Base is no longer an active base for the U.S. military, but unfortunately, the hundreds of bars outside the base are seemingly still there. Instead of catering to off-duty Air Force personnel, the bars now provide services to foreign men going to the Philipines for sex tourism. Men like Richard Musgrave.

From Inquirer.net:


The Anti-Trafficking in Persons Act is a law enacted in 2003.  It criminalizes numerous acts including sex tourism, prostitution, and pornography.

From Journal Online:


According to Senior Inspector Santifrey Lorenzo, Musgrave filmed the informant three years ago. Without her consent, he then published the videos online. Until the videos were discovered online, her family probably didn’t even know she was a sex worker. What a creep.

A Sony Handycam, three Filipinas, and some lubricants

MeetAsian-Dates.com isn’t an actual website. According to GoDaddy, the domain is available for only $12.95. It doesn’t say if they also throw in t-shirts. Or lubricants.

Perverts like Richard Musgrave give Americans a bad name. They fly to the Philippines to record naked women 30 years their junior, so they can then post the videos online. That’s not why the Orville Brothers invented the airplane. That’s not why Al Gore invented the Internet. The women involved were undoubtedly poor and without privilege. Why else would they be sex workers in Angeles City?

Angeles City and the surrounding area was a very depressing place in the mid to late 1980’s. I can only imagine how bad it is now. I got myself certified in scuba and went diving every chance I could. One of the reasons for this was the Philipines had some of the best scuba diving in the world. The other reason was to get away from Clark Air Base and the surrounding area. If it wasn’t for scuba diving and the Commodore 64 club, I would have lost my mind.

I guess I always assumed the bars went out of business without U.S. service members to have as customers.  It’s sad to find out that didn’t happen.

I only went to the bars in Angeles City for the cheap beer and the air conditioning

From what I remember, San Miguel beer was quite good. But what did I know? I was 20 years old. All beer tastes good to a 20-year-old.

When I was there, the main attraction of the bars was the cheap beer (a whole case of San Miguel was $3), air conditioning, music, and bar girls dancing in bikinis on raised platforms behind the bar. Of those things, the cheap beer was the most important. The bar girls were the least important. Everything else fell somewhere in between. It would seem that’s all been turned around. The bar girls have become the most important thing and their activities now go beyond just dancing in bikinis.  I highly doubt men in their 50s get on an airplane and fly thousands of miles to go to Angeles City so they can buy cheap beer.

So what will happen to Richard Musgrave?

American pervert Richard Musgrave (photo: Instagram).

I haven’t been able to find any articles online about Musgrave’s case other than the initial arrest. One of the articles says he lives in Taiwan. From what I saw on Instagram, that appears to be the case. It looks like he’s married to a Taiwanese woman. It also looks like they have at least one daughter. She looked to be only a few years younger than some of the Filipinas Musgrave is accused of abusing.

How can a man with an Asian daughter do the things Musgrave is accused of doing to other Asian girls? I hope he’s convicted and spends time in prison.

Bad men like Richard Musgrave are the reason good men build prisons.

Happy Fourth of July

Today is the Fourth of July, the anniversary of when our ancestors declared their independence from Great Britain.  According to my calculations, we’ve been our own country for 88,388 days or more plainly put, 242 years.

My ancestral origins

My mother’s side of the family has been here since the beginning. Knowing them like I think I do, they were probably kicked out of England and put on a leaky wooden ship because they were weird and/or practiced a strange version of Christianity.

My father’s side of the family hasn’t been here as long. I know my father’s grandfather came here from Germany in the early 1900s. He left Germany with the last name of Oldenkamp, but when he later got married in Nebraska, he did so with the last name of Rottman, the surname of his mother’s second husband back in Germany. So I’m not even a real Rottman.

So I’ve been told. Who knows if any of that is true. What I do know is I don’t care.

I am an American

Happy Fourth of July - Bent Corner

I don’t really care about where my ancestors came from.  I hold no allegiance to whatever moldy part of Europe they came from. If they liked Europe so much, they would have stayed there. No, I come from people who wanted to leave Europe and come here to America. They did so knowing full well they’d never go back or even see the people they left behind.

My race is Human and my nationality is American. That’s as basic as I can break it down. That’s as basic as I care to break it down.

The Philippines taught me what being an American is

The period from 1985 to 1988 was very instrumental in forming who I am. I was in the Air Force and stationed overseas in the Philippines. There were two types of people over there: Filipinos and Americans. I learned then you were either an American or you weren’t. It didn’t matter what color your skin was or where you’re ancestors came from, if you were an American, you were my brother. Any differences you and I had didn’t matter. If you were an American, you were just like me, a stranger in a strange land.

Even today I feel the same exact way. There’s no need to hyphenate your nationality. If you’re an American, your an American. The word before the hyphen is meaningless.

You should feel proud to be an American

Happy Fourth of July - Bent Corner

People should feel proud to be an American. It doesn’t matter who we currently have for president or what they’re doing in the White House. Most of the presidents in my lifetime have been awful. The current president is a dolt, but I can guarantee you he isn’t the first and he will not be the last.

You should feel proud to be an American because of your fellow Americans. We come in all kinds of colors and sizes. We bring parts of our culture with us. We collectively then decide what we like and what we don’t like. We keep the best and throw away the rest. We are Americans. We love pizza, tacos, sushi, salsa, and spaghetti.

Whenever someone accuses one of us of cultural appropriation, I just laugh. Cultural appropriation is what we do, we’re Americans. Now blindfold me so I can beat this red, white, and blue piñata and make it rain candy.

Happy Fourth of July

If you’re reading this and you’re an American, I hope you have a happy Fourth of July. If you’re reading this and you’re not an American, I hope one day you can become an American.

To say someone is an American is the nicest thing you can say about someone.

North Korea, Guam, and nuclear war

North Korea’s dictator Kim Jong Un has threatened to send four mid-range ballistic missiles over Japan and drop them within 18 to 24 miles of Guam. This development takes me back to the days of my youth.

After joining the Air Force at 19 and attending electronic warfare systems tech school, I was assigned to the 3rd Tactical Fighter Wing at Clark Air Base in the Philippines. I spend three long years there. Our mission was North Korea. Everything we did was aimed at going to war against North Korea.

Our forward operating base was Osan Air Base in South Korea. If war kicked off with North Korea, we would deploy to Osan. We were required to have a mobility bag packed at all times containing four sets of uniforms. They would hold drills were we had to report to work with our mobility bag. They were supposed to inspect it to make sure it was actually packed, but I don’t think they always did.

We would also deploy to South Korea on a regular basis, usually once a year in February for Team Spirit. We would stay up to six weeks at a time living in tents. One year I remember going in October for ten or so days.

I got into scuba diving while stationed in the Philippines. There were some really fantastic dive spots in the Philippines, but they were far from Clark Air Base. It meant I could only dive on three-day weekends. I wished I could dive more often. Ideally, I wanted to be able to dive every day. It was then that I began thinking about Guam. If I were stationed on Guam, I could theoretically go diving every day.  Being that I was stationed overseas, if I volunteered to go to another overseas assignment, I would get rewarded with 30 days paid leave to use between assignments. Plus, if I volunteered for Guam after the Philippines, I would supposedly get higher priority with my assignment after Guam.

I changed my dream sheet, the Air Force document on file that listed our preferences on assignments, for duty on Guam.

I got my wish. My “dream” was fulfilled. I finally left the Philippines in 1988. I was assigned to the 43rd Bomb Wing at Andersen Air Force Base. I was stationed there for over two years and I loved every minute of it. I got to work on the B-52, something I loved. When I was stationed at Clark Air Base, I worked on the F-4E and the F-4G Wild Weasel. The F-4 was a pain in the ass to work on. If anyone ever tells you they loved working on the F-4, they are lying. I hated the Philippines and I hated working on the F-4.

I loved Guam and I loved working on the B-52.

Guam was fantastic. Not only was the scuba diving better than the Philippines, it was a lot more accessible. I didn’t have to wait for 3-day weekends to go diving. I could go every day. Sometimes I did. I worked the flightline until midnight and would often go diving after work with some of the guys I worked with. Once you get into night diving, it’s hard to get back into daytime diving. In the pitch black with a high-intensity dive light, the colors really pop.

The Philippines was a third-world cesspool. Guam is the United States.

It makes me angry to hear Kim Jong Un threaten Guam. I’m tired of North Korea being a thing. It should have ceased to exist when the Soviet Union fell. It’s 2017. We shouldn’t still be burning calories dealing with North Korea. If North Korea launches missiles towards Guam, we should just nuke it from orbit and be done with it. Should we first wait for North Korea to use one of its nukes on us? To destroy an American city?

No thanks.

The Maryland summer is hotter than Satan’s armpit

Why do I live somewhere that gets so unbearably hot? I’ve lived here in Maryland for 22 years. Summers in western Maryland are sweltering. It’ a point of fact I’m more than acutely aware of, yet I choose to live here.

I don’t get it. I don’t like being hot. If I had to make a choice between extreme hot or extreme cold, I’d gladly take the extreme cold. With that said, I’ve lived most of my life in places that got ridiculously hot.

I grew up in the California Mojave desert. It routinely got over 100 in the summer. Later, when I joined the Air Force, I spent a year in Biloxi, Mississippi for training. In the 1988 movie Biloxi Blues, Matthew Broderick’s character accurately described Biloxi as being “Africa hot.”

I’ve never been to Africa, but I’ve experienced a summer in Biloxi. I don’t recommend it.

I followed up my stay in Mississippi with three years in the Philippines.

3rd CRS dormitory, Clark Air Base, Philippines (photo: Tim Tuttle)
3rd CRS dormitory, Clark Air Base, Philippines (photo: Tim Tuttle)

There were two seasons in the Philippines, the wet season and the dry season. Both were sweltering. One just had a lot more rain than the other.

I then spent another two years on the island of Guam. The weather was a lot like the Phillippines, hot and muggy. One of the officers in my squadron died from heat stroke while jogging.

After Guam, I spent four years in upstate New York. Although it got extremely cold in the winter, the summers were brutal.

It's more hot than Satan's armpit - Bent Corner
Feels hotter than Satan’s armpit

I then got out of the Air Force and moved to Maryland for a job. I’ve been here ever since. Unlike the other hot places I’ve lived, I chose to live here in Maryland, where the summers are Satan’s armpit hot.

I wish I lived somewhere that remained cool year round. I’d love to live somewhere where the temperature didn’t get higher than 70 degrees Fahrenheit. Does such a place even exist?

Memorial Day and why I hate communists

Today is Memorial Day, the one day a year we officially recognize the ultimate sacrifice many, too many, military men and women have paid in service to our country. I spent over nine years in the United States Air Force, and in that time, I personally knew only one person who paid that ultimate price.

His name was Sergeant Randy Davis. I served with him at Clark Air Base in the Philippines. We were in the same squadron, the 3rd Component Repair Squadron (3rd CRS). I was in the Electronic Warfare shop, Randy worked in the Egress shop. His was a member of the group responsible for working on and maintaining the Martin-Baker ejection seats found in the F-4E and F-4G Phantom aircraft. We both worked the flight-line, directly on the aircraft. There was an electronic warfare display screen found in the aft cockpit of the F-4G Wild Weasel that had to be removed when the forward cockpit ejection seat was removed. The old F-4 was like that: to remove one thing, you often had to first remove two other things.

Because of this fact, I often found myself working on the same aircraft as Randy. I would remove the display, so he and his co-workers could remove the front seat.

3rd CRS dormitory, Clark Air Base, Philippines (photo: Tim Tuttle)
3rd CRS dormitory, Clark Air Base, Philippines (photo: Tim Tuttle)

The day Randy was killed was October 28, 1987. I spoke to him shortly before he was killed. It was late afternoon. He had stopped by the snack bar at the 3rd CRS dormitory to show us his airline tickets back to the world. He was scheduled to leave Clark AB for an assignment in the states. I don’t remember when he was scheduled to leave, but it must have been fairly soon because he wouldn’t have been given hard-copy airline tickets otherwise. Randy was married to a local girl, and they had at least one child. Because of that, he didn’t live in the dorms with us but instead lived off-base in a rented house.

Getting your airline tickets back to the states was a very big deal when stationed in the Philippines. It was a monumental occasion. Most people stationed in the Philippines looked forward to the day they were able to leave, and Randy was no exception. When Randy showed me his tickets, I’ll never forget what I said to him: I called him a dick. I was laughing when I said it and I’m certain he knew I was happy for him and more than a little envious, but the fact remains that the last thing I ever said to him was that he was a dick because he was going to leave the Philippines and I wasn’t.

I can’t tell you how often I’ve thought of that day and wished I hadn’t said that to him.

Randy left the snack bar and headed home. It turned out, when he stepped off a public jeepney, an elongated jeep used as public transportation, three members of the New People’s Army (NPA), the armed wing of the Communist Party of the Philippines, approached Randy from behind and shot him in the head, killing him instantly. Randy was unarmed and he was shot from behind. The three cowards then continued to shoot him as a lay dead on the ground.

Randy wasn’t the only one killed that afternoon. A retired American and another active duty airman were also assassinated that same day. I didn’t know them, but I did know Randy. I also know he didn’t deserve what happened to him.

He was a really nice guy with a good heart. He was most definitely not a dick.

I wish I knew what happened to the communists who murdered Randy. Ronald Reagan, president at the time, didn’t respond to the attacks. Instead, he left the matter up to the Philippine government. They didn’t do anything.

In 2007, members of the NPA were officially given amnesty by the Philippine government. Of all the things those terrorist scum deserved, amnesty was not one of them.

I hate Communists

che_tshirtAlthough there are people who have a misguided, nostalgic appreciation for all things communist, I’m not one of them. When I see some stupid hipster wearing a Che Guevara t-shirt, I want to punch them in the throat. Something tells me that if communists murdered one of their friends, a sweet man like Randy Davis, they wouldn’t wear a t-shirt glorifying communists.

On this Memorial Day, I’m going to remember the sacrifice of United States Air Force Sergeant Randy Davis, a good man shot in the back of the head because of the uniform he was wearing.

May Randy Davis rest in peace and his killers rot in Hell.