Changing Media Narrative On Ferguson Riots/Petty Thief Getting Shot

For a few weeks the media has been putting forth the story in these terms: “Police shoot unarmed man.” Then, well I’m watchin’ a movie in between typing this, so let’s just do the bullet points I can remember, (remember how many times the story changed after OBL’s assassination?)

Unarmed man shot by cops

White cop shoots unarmed black scholar

Peaceful protest

Riots and looting

Police response

Criticism of police response

Militarism of the police

Video showing suspect robbing convenience store, (minutes before getting in fatal altercation with police)

rioting increases after video is released.

president interjects his usual platitudes into the fray

No here’s where I misuderstood the rioters. I would’ve thought, the new information that this guy was a thug who wouldn’t have got himself shot if he hadn’t got in a fight with a cop responding to the robbery, that maybe people with a little sense would’ve thought, hey, maybe this rioting thing isn’t helping our case. No, there’s something that has been infused into Black America that has reinforced the behaviour, no matter what facts get in the way.

Here’s the thing. I have no idea what happened at the scene where the petty thief got himself shot. I don’t know if the cop was right or wrong. I don’t know if there was or wasn’t a struggle. 

What I do know, is none of that matters. Because the rioting and looting blacks have become the thing that matters. A petty thief is dead, probably as a result of his own actions. The rioting and looting is just a megaphone of who the petty thief was.


update: I hate everything about this case. I hate that there’s a part of our culture so conditioned to think this way.

This Cop Is About To Mace This White Dude

So, why does the other dude walk into the mace?

Just going by the photo-series, looks like the white dude was the aggressor, but that the cop was already on site when the confrontation happened. No idea what he saw, but if he walked up and saw this, well, they both look like they’re involved in fisticuffs. The security guy is clearly confronting the white guy by himself, when the other guy walks up. To me, it looks like he’s deliberately interfering with the cop. The cop’s raised hand seems to indicate he’s telling the dude, “stay back”, but he doesn’t, so leaves the cop no choice. That’s my interpretation. If they really wanted the white guy arrested, they should’ve left the security guy alone to do his job, instead of inserting themselves into it.

Playground Loner

When I started first grade, I was walking to school on the first day, and as I crossed the very first street, I heard the school bell ring, meaning I was late. I turned around in tears and started to go home. An older kid ran back and got me, reassuring me that it was okay, and walked me to school.

At recess, I used to go to a corner of the playground where there were some trees sprinkled about and hang out by myself. In the winter, I would trudge a boundary line around that little corner of the playground. An impossible real estate grab to defend, if there ever was one, but for the longest time, nobody seemed to bother with me. Eventually some girls talked me into playing tag, and I was a fast runner, so I started playing with the other kids. I think there were only a couple of girls who were faster than me, and I think that probably made one kid jealous, but I don’t really know the reason he came up from behind me, lifted me up under the arms, and tossed me to the ground. I got up, a little hurt, but didn’t make anything out of it. 

By the time I got to second grade, I had started picking fights with kids a couple grades above me. No idea why. Part Irish, I guess. For the most part, not much ever came of it. I only got hit once, and it hurt plenty, but for the most part, they just toyed with me, probably amused at the little runt more than anything.

I got in a few fights once it got around to noticing girls age. Won some, lost some. No drag out hollywood affairs, just little playground contests of will and strength. Won the ones where I was stronger, lost the ones where the other guy was.

I’ve written before about once I got to high school, My folks put me in an all boys school, and I wasn’t too keen on that, so I deliberately set my mind to getting kicked out by standing up to jocks on the sports teams when they’d make smartass comments. I knew they would get kicked off the team if the fought, so it wasn’t a matter of whether or not I could win the fight. I got kicked out, and sent back to a public juniour high school. Same kind of issues with the jocks on the sports teams, with the added benefits of the gym teachers all kind of trying to make an example of me. I liked doing push ups, so I never minded the extra punishment they tried to give me.

My best friend happened to be a fun lovin’ girl who got a lot of attention from the older boys, (17 goin’ on 18), who all pretty much resented me and her hanging out all the time, so I got plenty of threats that I was gonna get my ass kicked on my way to school. So, I showed up, walked up to one of the guys, and said “I heard you want to fight me?” “No, I’m gonna kick your ass.” – Nothing came of that, until years later, and while it’s related to that girl, it didn’t happen in relation to school. Did end up spending a night in a jail cell with that guy, though.




Ever since learning the word semantics, I’ve been a believer in the power of words to shape thinking. And as with anything, being a believer and a practitioner are two different things. I’m aware of some negative things in my life, that I probably have more control over than I realise, but I have to admit, I sort of succumb to the negativity, and become paralyzed and seemingly unable to act.


Negative words often dominate my thinking, and I have a pretty good idea of where the negativity is coming from, I just haven’t yet acted to separate myself from the source. 

While I don’t want to dwell on it, I figure I might as well write it down. Just a marker: here’s where I am, at the moment. Latest words repeating in my mind “the negativity is stifling my creativity”. I have a lot of fun things I’d like to be working on right now, but I just don’t have the space yet to comfortably create. And so the projects get put on permanent suspension. The thing is, I need to start making the efforts to change that environment, and that’s where I really haven’t done anything. Instead, I just dwell on the negative feelings I have about the situation. It’s obviously got to change, if I ever want to have any fun in my life.

Office Dynamics

I’m not sure if I’m going to go into the whole story or tell you *why* I’m telling you the little bit I’m sharing here, but, here goes.


I first was introduced into the office environment when I was about 10 years old, when my father started his business. Back then, people still smoked indoors, right in their office, (one thing I seem to recall rather vividly). It was also about the time all of the workplace harassment awareness training stuff became part and parcel of the business environment. There were a few lady programmers, (yes, even back in those days, to those of you who react in amazement), and they dressed, you know, pretty much office attire, circa mid-1970s; professional, but you know, they weren’t trying to hide their allure as women, as much as tastefully hint at their feminine qualities in a way that seemed to me completely in keeping with their profession. Conservative, but, well, not a god-awful pantsuit, or mimicry of men’s business attire. Some of them were pretty, probably ladies in their early to mid-20s. I don’t remember them ever being treated without respect, but of course, they were attractive ladies, so I’m sure they were aware of the sideways-glances type of attention they were probably getting. 

Now, in an attempt to keep this chronological in nature, by the time I got out of high school, one of my first jobs was laying sod with a very butch lesbian. I swear to you, I’ve worked with some pretty coarse talking men in my day and I’ve never, ever heard a man talk about women the way this lady did. I’m sure a lot of it was just for pure shock value, but it definitely hit its mark, if that was the intention.

I might fill this paragraph in later with some anecdotes from some folks who worked in sales later, both men and women, and some of the things I heard about, that probably are valid, and worth discussing. I just don’t feel like going into secondhand stuff right now, I never worked with them, or in sales, so, that’s all I’ve got, for now.

When I went to college, that’s pretty much when I first encountered sort of feminist-raised professors, and I kinda thought they were more crass than a male professional would ever be, and it kinda irked me at the time. I kinda thought at the time, (and still do think this about a lot of the social justice movements today), that they had become what they claimed to set out to be against, just the mirror version of it.

So, when I got out of college, one of my first managers was a younger lady. I was attracted to her, but I don’t think I ever did anything untoward to her. We’d had lunch a couple of times, and you know, she kind of nicely let me know, hey, the age thing, and all that. I was respectful of that, but I’m going to be more honest than I want to be to a bunch of strangers, yeah, I was sometimes let’s say, in a heightened sense of tingly feelings around her sometimes. Now, the only reason I’m putting this out there, is because I realise that women are much more the focus of unwanted attention from men, than vice versa. And I realise that men, even the most well-meaning ones, can kind of be jerks, when it comes to expressing themselves towards women. I don’t have an answer for that but I always hope I’m doing the respectful thing. 

I’m going to have to fast-forward and come back to that for a second. There was a pretty girl I was working with recently, and we both happened to be at the back dumpster emptying our respective trash cans. The dumpster was pretty much full, and she had a lot of stuff. I pointed to the end of the building and told her, there’s another dumpster down there. She took about two steps in that direction, spotted the group of about five guys at a neighbouring business hanging around to punch out, and came back and said “I don’t think I’m going to go down there.”  I sort of had a sudden awareness of what it must be like to be an attractive woman being ogled by a pack of guys, and climbed up on the edge of the dumpster, and said here, I’ll help you out.

There are a couple of other anecdotes that go here, but let’s just say, I’ve seen a couple of instances where women reacted self-consciously to me as a man, even though I don’t think I was being deliberately rude or anything. I think they’re just more self-aware than I am aware, sometimes.

The reason I went into that digression is, there’s really only one time I can think of, when I’ve ever had a female co-worker do a total “stare at my crotch” type of thing. It was like on the last day before my manager moved on to another job, and I always suspected my manager must’ve said something to her, ‘cuz it was not a friendly crotch stare. Whatever my manager said, it turned that lady into a green-eyed monster. I knew she wasn’t going to follow up on it, and I wasn’t really all that attracted to her, but well, I’m not going to say I was offended by it. I thought it was kind of funny, to be honest. But maybe that’s treating the subject too flippantly. I’m sure that unwelcome attention is a lot more rampant than I’m aware of, so I don’t want to make light of it.

Next case, and probably last one, since I don’t have a lot of firsthand experience with something that must be much more prevalent than I’m aware of.

So, there was this young female engineer, (gasp! I know, right?), who pretty much was, hmmm. How do I say this? An office flirt? That doesn’t quite seem like the right description. She definitely liked teasing the boys, let’s put it that way. If she hadn’t been married, I probably would’ve. But, well, you know, as far as I know, she was good at her job, and so we all just did what we did. I did go into the office manager’s office once to talk about it, and the office manager was pretty cool about it, just sort of, gave me a few moments to cool down after an incident. That office manager was one of the coolest ladies I’ve ever worked for, incidentally. I definitely wish I hadn’t left that job.

Anyway, I’m going to leave it at that. There’s more I’d like to share, but you’ll just have to wait to see if comes out someday.