That’s my son’s Jeep. He received a wonderful Valentine’s Day gift, not from a jilted lover but a nut job who came into the store in which he was working and trashed it, screaming profanity about people following him, etcetera—all the things paranoids say when ransacking anything. He proceeded to run out into the street several times, tempting fate in traffic, before deciding to rip out a large and well secured architectural spotlight and smash it into my son’s windshield. PCP anyone? Five or more cars were also greeted in similar fashion. He tried to hit the store’s windows but missed. Obviously, among the other things from which the guy suffered, he was farsighted as well.
The call to the property-owner’s security went to voicemail and HPD didn’t show up for 20 minutes but they responded in force: at least two patrol cars, a firetruck and ambulance. I don’t know about the firetruck but the ambulance was needed. It took police a while to stabilize the person who obviously was suffering from a psychotic break. After the duty sergeant and another cop car showed up—at the request of the assailant, mind you—they were able to get him strapped onto a gurney and loaded into the ambulance. The policeman who interviewed my son apologized for the amount of time they took in apprehending and subduing the poor soul but stated something to the effect that they can’t use stronger tactics because it’s what the American voters want. Go figure.
In the meantime, after the situation was about under control, the security guard finally pulled up in his souped-up golf cart and began videoing the melee with his phone… as he laughed.
This is an area of Houston that is upscale—one of the richest zip codes in the nation—and yet in the past six months within a single block, someone crashed their car through the front of a store across the street from where my son works. Weeks earlier, a woman in a car, being pursued by the police, crashed into a telephone pole, crushing her car and blowing the transformer affixed to the pole. No one was hurt in any of these incidents.
This is a tragedy: the nut job is someone’s son. Somewhere something went off the tracks and his family and society are worse for it.
All the same, my son’s story doesn’t feel like just a one-off. It feels like part of a pattern: riots, mass looting, criminals set free from the corrupt justice system, attacks on the elderly and the weak, mayhem in the big cities, homelessness, drug abuse, record overdoses, the mentally disturbed running loose on the streets. There is lawlessness on the Southern border though one should question whether it remains a border. There is mass smuggling of fentanyl with daily poisonings of children. Criminal cartels have expanded operations deep into the interior of the U.S. and Americans are now fully exposed to barbarism; it seems too late close the gates.
As I was musing how to write this story, the news blared from the TV in the background. It’s become depressing but the mass media has always been depressing. I haven’t seen a heartwarming story in a long while, like say, about a fireman rescuing a cat up a tree; but as a neighbor once rhetorically asked after we tried to borrow his ladder to rescue our cat, Have you ever seen a cat’s skeleton in a tree?
No, they always find a way down.
Impotent
But in the background was the story about the president’s physical exam. It was announced that he was a healthy, vigorous man for 80 years old and fit for duty. Huh, but the president’s libido didn’t slip into my thoughts, hair sniffing aside, but all the same, impotence did.
I thought about the Afghanistan withdrawal and the humiliating attack on Kabul’s airport. Two bombs killed 13 of our soldiers and at least 60 civilians. We all saw the images of our transport aircraft taking off with desperate men hanging from the planes and dropping to their deaths.
“We will not forgive. We will not forget. We will hunt you down and make you pay,” Biden said. Then he launched an attack on a car that killed 10 people, seven of which were children. Their threat? The target was an aid worker with water containers in the trunk of his car. The whole chain of command is broken.
Biden’s attack was retaliation for his own impotent leadership after losing control during the withdrawal.
Then the administration let a Chinese spy craft bob along the jet stream until, after intense pressure—even from the mass media—they sent a missile flying through the air offshore from South Carolina and popped the balloon. Fearful of his impotence lay bare, he went on a shooting spree. Four more objects were taken out; in one instance, he spent a million bucks to take down a $12 weather balloon from a metrological club (the first one missed thus another was fired to do the trick).
On February Third, the train derailment in East Palestine, Ohio went unnoticed by the mass media. On the Sixth some brilliant official, worried about one of the train cars exploding, decided to drain the car and burn-off the chemicals. The subsequent mushroom cloud got the mass media’s attention.
Local wildlife and pets began dying. People reported strong physical reactions to the chemicals being dumped into their local environment. The two streams that flow through the town have an oily sheen when sediment is disturbed.
The administration denied aid from the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) claiming that type of help is reserved for natural disasters. That’s a lie. FEMA, by law, can be used for any disaster, natural or otherwise. If you go to FEMA’s website you will see (as of this writing) the top stories the agency deems important: Honoring Black History Month and Focus on Equity.
East Palestine, Ohio? Eff ‘em.
Where the hell is the EPA? Where the hell is Ohio’s National Guard? Where the hell is Joe Biden?
The Republican governor, Mike DeWine looks as impotent as Biden though he has been working the phones! Idiot. Supposedly, he got Biden to send a crew to assess what’s happening.
At some point in time, their impotence will spur them to do something more, especially after Donald Trump pledged a visit to East Palestine this week. Will the administration make the situation worse? The track record says yes.
Shattered
It’s disgusting to see Chicago O’Hare airport turned into a homeless encampment. And then there’s the story about the vice president having to return from Germany aboard a C-17 military support plane because Air Force Two had mechanical difficulties.
It all reminds me of the Carter Administration when everything seemed to be shattered on a daily basis. The former president is in hospice care right now and not expected to make it much longer. Without being disrespectful, it feels like a passing of the torch.
The leadership in this country is shattered. It is aggravating to witness those who speak up get crushed by cancelation and mass media propagandists.
Most people just don’t pay attention anymore. They remain in ignorant bliss. They have turned off, tuned out, dropped in or whatever the hell Timothy Leary said (which was just the opposite). As society is cracking, look for the Federal Reserve to use the chaos to turn our cash money into a Central Bank Digital Currency (CBDC), or the E-Dollar, the gateway drug to totalitarianism. Chaos always acts as cover for power grabs.
It’s all one more step toward your total bliss because, as the meme goes, you will own nothing unless, of course, our government says you can. I don’t, however, see happiness being any part of that future.
So, shattered is the theme for today and when I look at my son’s windshield, I see America.
When I consider us all, however, I hope we’re the cat up a tree.