I’ll say from the start that maybe, over the years, I’ve watched too much Law & Order. As such, I’m skewed towards the occurrence of a positive outcome, if not a happy ending. It’s for that reason that I think Ronald Ritchie should be prosecuted for involuntary manslaughter, sooner rather than later.
The death toll at the Ohio Walmart includes more than just John Crawford III, the 22 year-old African American man killed in the melee. There’s also Angela Williams, 37 year-old mother of two mentioned by Ritchie in his 911 call, who died at the scene from a heart attack brought on by the excitement of the incident. Two bodies, two people who would still be alive today if not for the irresponsible actions of one man; it’s a fact that Ohio prosecutors dare not overlook.
The first title I came up with was Further Confessions of a Coppertop. But not wanting to ostensibly wallow in the throes of self-pity too long, I thought better of it. Not that such self-absorbed retrospection of the type is always a bad thing. It does provide eventually, hopefully, that springboard from which one can bounce back as much from their physical pain as its emotional partner. After all, ultimately all questions should be answered in the healing process.
Daddy’s little helpers; Motrin 800. Not to be taken lightly.
So here I am on day thirteen of short term disability, having moved on from such self-aggrandizement and there still exists a mix of calm and panic in my mind. Paperwork for FMLA has been submitted and claims forms have been appropriately faxed bringing a subsequent sense of relief that comes when the first of the hard segments of the whole ordeal has been accomplished. Remaining however, is an underlying sense of dread as the truly dicey piece of the puzzle, recovery, now has to begin. That happens once the verdict of diagnosis is in. Mine was guilty by reason of spondylolisthesis. Continue reading
An expandable baton: the latest in law enforcement tech. Simple to use and quite efficient when wielded properly. Every American should have one.
In the swinging door that is human nature and bearing in mind the respect and consideration that such a fusion of characteristics should be making us afford each other, some young men-both black and white but more times than not, black-are creating a dangerous disservice to themselves and to their respective communities.
It’s a bunch of big nice-sounding words that mean simply one thing; that many of us in the black community have forgotten the history that policemen and African-Americans share. Continue reading
Iconic yes, but much scarier stuff exists, for real.
I’m a Sci-Fi and Horror story aficionado. Ever since I saw my first Frankenstein picture,the classic starring Boris Karloff with all of its moody tone, I’ve been hooked on the imagination and chilly fun of the genre. So, having read many a story and seen many a plot unfold on film, when I look at what’s happening with the Ebola virus, I get a rather familiar iciness running up my spine. It’s like we’re all playing bit parts in a very real, present-day thriller.
An energy source for work to be done. The Matrix wasn’t that far off.
I’ve been thinking about disparities recently. If you’re wondering why I’ve been wondering why; it’s because of two reasons. First, it’s because these days I exist in the dark, lonely drawer of short-term disability. As I ponder how I managed to wind up here, I recognize it’s because I’m a human resource, like many of us; a gear maintaining a load for this company or that one.
And as with any resource, I will be used to the fullest extent required for the efficient running of the machine I’m attached to. After which, when I can no longer function according to my specifications, I will be summarily discarded. Or, if I can be repaired, I’ll go to the shop for modifications; hence the short term disability. Continue reading