Orwellian Persistent Fear is coming for your soul

It’s like a subaural chaotic hymn rattling through our collective psyche. Since last year, a low-grade gnawing fear that has not abated, planted in our mind, expressed in cave survival. We’re pummeled with fear and insecurity.  The elites and government have tenderized our sanity with layers of suggestible apprehension.  Soft, weak, pliable, we respond the…

Hooligans of the Post-Pandemic Dystopia

Some words, through the sheer nature of their tonal structure and synergistic syllable arrangement, just work.  Their sound, the cadence, the way they roll from our lips…they are precisely the word called for to describe their definition. Hooligan is such a word. I would never imagine hooligan could be used to describe a charity worker…

How the death of a school crossing guard touched me

On the night of January 12, 2015, I pulled the following 29 second clip from my dash cam’s memory card. It was footage I captured earlier that day at 7:30am as I headed home after dropping my son off at school. This incident happened during the morning rush hour in Monterey Park, California, just east…

Fifteen days

One year ago, today, that’s when the shit-show hit close to home. The pandemic’s epic insanity began earlier in the year, but I was insulated in a “behind the screen” fashion.  I witnessed the goings-on from a very comfy, disconnected quasi-apathetic perspective. Then they canceled Dodger games and a small trip to Albertsons after work…
The Doom

The story

The other night, Thursday night to be exact, I had a disconcerting dream. I actually had it in the morning, just before I woke up for good. So I really had the dream yesterday. To be really exact. I had woken about 3, fought my usual middle of the night wakefulness before following asleep again.…