Billy Chemirmir, old people-killer before COVID-19 was cool

There’s a standard truism we’ve heard in various incarnations and formats. It goes, generically, “You can tell a lot about a person by the way he treats those who can do nothing for him.” This can be extended, in some fashion, to explicate the manner in which society treats it elders. Those unglamorous octogenarians with…

Bernice Mirembe chose badly

The first time I heard this dry truism was in college. I believe it was either a psychology or sociology class and the subject under discussion was heredity and genetics and the dooming nature of our parental inheritance. “Choose your parents wisely,” the professor quipped. The implication being that you might avoid the multitude of…

Marcus Anthony Eriz and Wynne Lee arrested for murder of Aiden Leos. Are these the monsters?

Arrested.  (Related to my post last week) There’s the understandable clampdown on personal info or photos. Eriz Marcus Anthony, 24, and Lee Wynne, 23, were taken into custody outside their home in Costa Mesa, “for the shooting death of six-year-old Aiden Leos”, said the California Highway Patrol (CHP). Their relationship was not immediately known. But,…

It’s not the Great Reset, it’s the Great Regress

As the oldsters repetitively creak each generation, what is the world coming to? I’ll tell you what the world is coming to: it’s coming to shit. Entropy, dissociative cacophony of top heavy society egotistically sieving its wonts and demands through the shrinking funnels that intubate each subsequent generation, gradually intensifying the dense matter of modern…

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.…