Archive for the ‘prison’ Tag

05-28-2013   4 comments

We have an over abundance of street gangs in this country who’ve staked out certain areas of many communities as their "turf".  Battles over "turf" seem stupid to me but so do many other gang related things.  I’m really not interested in all of the excuses made by society that try to explain membership in these groups.  I’m trying to understand how you can casually walk down the street and kill someone for no reason other than as part of an initiation rite for membership.  And thanks once again to the History Channel for making it a regular program available to millions of our kids.  Gangland is the show and it’s a damn disgrace.

The more I learn about gangs the less I understand.  One thing I seem to hear quite often is the word "dis".  He "dissed" me in front of my friends.  He "dis"respected me so I came back later that night and shot him. As I was growing up I can honestly say I never heard that word ever used.  It’s only in the last fifteen years that it seems to have become part of the lexicon in this country.  How is it that a small innocuous three letter word has caused the deaths of so many.  How is it that a small three letter word which has been in use for decades has been turned upside down and now becomes a reason to kill.  Many words contain "dis" but don’t require deadly action to defend.

…disbanded
…discharged 
…discouraged
…discriminate
…disenchanted
…dismembered
…distressed
…distrusted

None of these words need defending at the cost of a human life.  Maybe it’s just a convenient excuse or rationalization by these gang members for committing violent acts.  Maybe it eases someone’s guilt feelings by using the word to convince themselves their protecting their gang.  Maybe it’s the gangs peer pressures and fear of exclusion that make a thirteen year old kid turn into a killer.  It might even be fear of reprisals that force these violent acts to take place.

I must sound vaguely like some of the so called dumb-ass experts making excuses for their bad behavior.  Maybe it just comes down to the basics.  If you don’t like school, other people, the government, the police, your parents and you do like drugs, violence, murder, and prison.  Your destined to be a gang member.

Believe me I have no answers to this problem but I’m sure sick to death of seeing it broadcast on TV over and over again.  The program Gangland needs to be discontinued.  In it’s own weird way it’s romanticizing the gangbanger way of life like nothing before.  I can just see groups of gang members bragging it up that their gang was mentioned on TV and really showed the world what a bunch of bad asses they are.  It’s probably one of their best recruiting tools these days and it costs them nothing at all.

04-23-2013   2 comments

This has been a slow news day for me.  I was so excited to complete my room remodel that I celebrated a little too much and got stupid a whole lot. The sun was shining, the temperature was in the high sixties, and I was on the deck catching some rays and loving life.  Portions of our deck are protected from the wind so I was hot and sweaty  in the sun but then when the wind shifted the temperature dropped about fifteen degrees.  I didn’t let it phase me or so I thought.

Last night at nine I started feeling a bit flushed and then a little clammy.  Right as I was going to bed I felt that well known indicator of bad things to come, a scratchy throat.  I hoped and prayed I was wrong but I knew I wasn’t. At three in the morning I woke up coughing and with a light fever.  At four I was awakened because I was having difficulty breathing from congestion in my head and chest.  It was quickly becoming a really bad day.

I seem to have lost the good health battle to a rather fast moving virus of some sort. I honestly don’t think it’s the flu because of the speed at which it’s progressing.  I’ve been low on energy all day today and been doing all of the normal run-of-the-mill remedies to help myself through this.  Lots of liquids, rest, an occasional throat lozenge, and a few Tylenol.  It’s now four in the afternoon and things are status quo.

I hate being sick and confined to bed but my better-half (the female warden of this prison) has laid down the law.  I’m in freaking jail with no chance of parole at least until the fever breaks.  I’ll only be allowed out to play with the other kids after I start feeling better and when I stop being a whinny baby (her choice of words, not mine).

So this posting will lack my normal sarcastic bent because my head hurts and I’m in dire need of a lengthy but loving back rub. The warden says if I’m good I can watch some TV and she’ll make me some chicken soup.  Screw the soup, I want a really detailed and thorough sponge bath with all the trimmings.  It would lower my rising temperature, clean my filthy body, and give me a cheap thrill or two if she does it just right.

So that’s it for today.  I can see the warden heading my way with that Nurse Ratched look on her face.  I hope she’s not going to try that enema thing again. LOL