SOMER’S GONE: 2cd Anniversary

Yesterday, October 19/2011, was the second anniversary of the abduction of Somer Thompson, a seven year-old girl who was then raped, mutilated and murdered. The attendance at last night’s vigil was only about 150 people, down from the ‘near thousand’ of previous events. Time  does not heal all wounds, but it does assuage the acuity of the pain and sorrow.

In attendance were a contingent from BACA (Bikers Against Child Abuse) and Bobby Ingram of the Southern rock band Molly Hatchet. BACA and Molly Hatchet have been very active in supporting fund-raisers for the Somer Thompson Foundation, so great praises to them.

A few observations about the vigil:

One guy wore a t-shirt bearing the message, “No Peace for Predators.” Amen! Somer’s favorite color was purple, so most people were wearing something purple, but one baby beat them all – she was sucking on a purple pacifier. The event began with a solo by an older man who called Somer’s funeral a Coronation day – she being coronated as an ‘Angel in Heaven.’ One line in his song was, “Seven days a week, do not forget.” I have been doing that since 1966, when a friend was murdered just before we began 11^th grade.

After a few speeches, they broadcast a hip hop song, so I had to leave. As I walked away the ‘singer’ began a rap about finding his first love at the age of thirteen. So, at an event dealing with child sexual abuse, they play a song glorifying child sexuality? Seemed somewhat perverse to me.

But I am subject to perverse thoughts, as well. The guy accused of the crimes against Somer was tracked down though the ‘kiddie porn’ on his computer. The question is: does ‘kiddie porn’ promote more sexual abuse of children? Or does it act as a methadone, thereby decreasing the level of abuse?

The children used in ‘kiddie porn’ are, of course, already victimized. Not much can be done for them except to go after the producers. Whether it be ‘justice’ by governmental prosecution, or something more vital – ‘street justice,’ or ‘Southern justice.’ I rather like the concept of the latter two, as that could involve de-genitalizing with rusty knives and nooses. Vengeance may be a more effective deterrent than justice.

http://www.somerthompsonfoundation.org/

http://bacaworld.org/

SINCERITY IS NO GUARANTEE

SINCERITY IS NO GUARANTEE

that one is not a blithering idiot. The “Occupy Wall Street” (OWS) gaggle proclaims that capitalists, especially bankers, are greedy.  Ain’t that profound?  The OWS honks that medical care is too expensive, student loans are too expensive, and there are no jobs.

GIMME  free medical care (especially medical marijuana)!*

GIMME  free education!

GIMME  a job!           

So who is greedy?

Certainly, capitalists are. Mostly, though, they obtain their wealth working in compliance with the economic and legal system set up by society. Certainly, the OWS protestors are. Mostly, though, they want everyone else’s wealth given to them. “I scream, thereby I confiscate”  -  the same profound philosophy of  two-year olds.

Decades ago, much larger gaggles protested the war in SE Asia (which was both anti-Constitutional and genocidal). When the “all-volunteer army” was introduced, and the draft system was placed in abeyance, the protestors magically disappeared.  “Killing gooks” was no longer so atrocious. Lack of sincerity is also no guarantee that one is not a blithering idiot.

Perhaps ascribing a ‘noble’ purpose to these unwashed masses is such a guarantee.

(*) At least one protestor was demanding GIMME a right to sex with animals. Some within the American Psychiatric Association are trying to ‘normalize’ pedophilia, so perhaps bestiality  and pedophilia will soon be promoted in the public schools along with homosexuality.:

http://dailycaller.com/2011/08/15/conference-aims-to-normalize-pedophilia/

CHAPTER 2

The local newspaper had an online story writing feature. It provided the first chapter, written by its resident “White liberal” columnist. Respondents were to write chapter two. My entry was featured for one day, then deleted entirely (surprise!). Chapter one had the columnists recurring character Jimmy Ray Bob and the gang discussing local politics down at the Blue Bird Café.

Here is my CHAPTER 2:

Jimmy Ray Bob wasn’t feeling so good, and phoned his doctor’s office. The message stated, “Due to lowered Medicare re-imbursement, Dr. Jubal is relocating to Haiti. If you really need care, go to the emergency room at the nearest hospital.”

“Gol’darn it!” he shouted. “Billy Bob, put them stolen parts back on the car and drive me over there.”

The emergency room was packed, but Jimmy Ray was pleased to hear that no one but his son and himself spoke English. “This shows what great racial progress we are making under the Great Messiah.”

“Yeah,” Billy Bob replied, gazing up at the larger-than-life poster on the wall, “but that bone through the doctor’s nose still looks funny.”

“Now, son, am I gonna have to take you to the wood shed again? All doctors are created equal.”

Many hours later, Jimmy Ray was disappointed to learn that he would not be examined by the bone-nosed doctor. He consoled himself with the realization that he was helping to atone for Amerikkka’s past crimes. An intern, instead, introduced himself. Before Jimmy Ray could explain his symptoms, the intern lowered himself to his knees, and salaamed toward the sun, just now rising through the huge East window.

“Food poisoning,” the intern opined as he rose from his knees. “We will have to ….”

Jimmy Ray’s famed loquaciousness failed him as he dashed outta there. “Mabel, Bluebird, those undocumented prep cooks …,” he babbled, faster than the brooks he fished.

Minutes later, the pick-up brakes squealed as Billy Bob smashed into the rail guarding the offices of “Michael J. Blowhart, Esq. and Son, Attorneys at Law.” The Old Man had been a fishing buddy of Jimmy Ray’s father, until a small financial scandal ruined his political ambitions, whereupon he retired to New York City.

Jimmy Ray recognized the one, great achievement of Michael, junior. He had led the populist effort to remove the word shyster from Florida’s laws. For that, Michael, junior, would be listed in the upcoming issue of the Who’s Chosen Among American Attorneys. Additionally, it was rumored that Michael, junior, had been placed on the medium list for a Federal Court nomination. Nonetheless, Jimmy Ray maintained doubts about the character of the curly, black-haired Michael, junior. “Ya just can’t trust a man that don’t go fishin’.”

With a click of the mouse, World Cup Football from Paradise, Africa disappeared into cyberspace. Sighing, Michael, junior, looked up. “Good morning, Opi – I mean, Mr. Bob.” Ignoring the ancient joke, Jimmy Ray blurted out “I want to sue somebody!”

“Well, take a deep breath, Mr. Bob, and tell me what the problem is. Are you talking about a million dollars, or ten, or …?” Michael, junior, lifted a palm in question. “I am deeply involved in writing my memoir about Auschwitz, so you have to make it worth my time.”

“Auschwitz?!” Billy Bob interjected, his red-tinged hair glistening beneath the skylight. “You are only two years older than I am.”

“Of course, it is a composite memoir. Once it is published, I will be set for life. The advance itself was …, never mind, Mr. Bob. It might even get on the Supremes. ‘Set me free, why don’t you …’ “

“Better claim to be a Homer-sexual, too,” Billy Bob brawled, stomping out of the office.

“Thanks for the suggestion,” Michael, junior, quipped to the departing back. “Back to business,  Mr. Bob.  Who do you want to sue?”

Jimmy Ray finally took a seat on the black leather Lazy Boy and flipped on the low vibration switch. “The Bluebird Café, Mabel, all of them. They poisoned me.”

After listening to Jimmy Ray’s story, Michael, junior, thought for a minute. “It would have been better if you had gone into a coma while in the emergency room. Don’t drink any beer for a few days. Maybe the E. coli or Salmonella will thrive and knock you out. Then we will have more to work with.”

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US National Debt - Willful Stupidity

In classical times, concepts such as Virtue and Prosperity were considered to be gods. Modern times seem to have made Willful Stupidity a god - the discussion of the current economic crisis being the prime example. What follows is based on data from these websites:

http://www.treasurydirect.gov/govt/reports/pd/histdebt/histdebt_histo4.htm

http://www.brillig.com/debt_clock/

http://www.conservapedia.com/National_debt

These show that the national debt increased under Ronald Reagan from $1.0 trillion to $2.9 trillion = $1.9 trillion increase;

under  Bush I, a $1.5 trillion increase;

under  Clinton, a $1.4 trillion increase;

under  Bush II, a $6.1 trillion increase;

under  Obama, a $2.7 trillion increase - so far, up to $14.6 trillion.

(These are raw numbers, and don't show more important data, such as the ratio of debt to the Gross Domestic Product - post-WW II debt to GDP reached 120 %, still the high; it is slightly less than 100 % currently.)

Prima facie, Bush II seems to be rightfully blamed for the current mess. Even before  any one had heard of Obama, Rush Limbaugh had begun complaining about B. II's increase of the national debt.  B. II's fiscal irresponsibility was the foundation of the Tea Party, despite the media's insistence that the Tea Party is nothing but an anti-Obama, racist hate group (and terrorists).

But those raw numbers also don't show the events that underlie them. Reagan's huge increase in military spending broke the back of the USSR, hastening its demise. Clinton's increase came despite two big factors - the dot.com phenomenon and the housing spree, the latter based on the governments coercion of loans to unqualified buyers (i.e., mostly blacks, and therefore 'racist').  Bush II suffered the 9/11 attack, exasperated by the two discretionary wars, his own Big Pharmacy handout,  and the bursting of the housing bubble.

Yes, Obama inherited all this mess. But his solutions have not solved anything. Like the policies of FDR, his solutions have prolonged the problem. Continuing the two wars, the bail-outs to giant corporations, and the insistence on greater taxation will, I hope, led to the demise of the Democratic Party, as Bush II should have led to the demise of the Republican Party.

Eventually, the phrase sic semper  tyrannis, may have be pulled out of the "dung heap of history."