When a parental generation’s doomed genetics thwart procreation by ending young progeny’s life prior to child-bearing age so as to prevent future expression of familial shortcomings.
In other words, cleaning up the gene pool by offing your kids.
A Houston woman who was driving a sport utility vehicle toward her children in an apparent game of “chicken” struck and killed her 3-year-old son, authorities said.
“Cars aren’t toys and playing chicken with your kids isn’t a game,”
Harris County District Attorney Kim Ogg said in the statement.
Stagg can be seen on surveillance video reversing a white
Lincoln Navigator in an apartment complex parking lot as her three
small children run toward the vehicle, prosecutors said. When the kids
are just feet from the SUV, it moves forward, trapping the 3-year-old
under the right front tire.
Authorities said Stagg
continued to drive forward and ran the boy over again with the right
rear tire of the SUV, which weighs approximately 5,600 pounds.
He was taken to the hospital by ambulance but later died.
I rose early this morning after a rare moment of “sleeping in” (for me). It was about 6am and quietude draped the morning air. Those moments when you feel peaceful, unvarnished, refreshed by solitude, and the day promises anew. During such times I find myself lapsing into a state of reminiscence that must be peculiarly a property of someone “advanced” in years such as I.
There’s more to remember, more the ruminate over, more to condense by the time you’re in your 50’s+.
More thoughtfulness and experience to absorb and eschew.
During this morning’s reminiscence, I thought of 70’s music. This was triggered by the appearance of this band on my Youtube sidebar while randomly surfing vids:
I jumped on it!
As I was catching up on this long-lost disco favorite of mine (how many wild nights I drunkenly acted out the part of clubbing maven in soulful synchronicity to this song’s explosive trailing beat), I stumbled across another forgotten favorite.
My Sunday morning was fraught with such 70’s goodness. Old enough to remember when times were good, when times were simpler, and Black musicians had heart and valued musicianship.
In the 70’s, these brothas played their hearts out and music was their currency and passion.
At what point did this sincere artistry fly out the window leaving it is wake cynical rhythmically bellowed lyrics about ho’s, money and drugs? When did a bulk of youth-oriented Black music turn into such an urban thug-show of violence and gratuitous hedonism? At its essence, “dystopic urbanism” has become an affliction of society and all its colors. Consumers are to blame for feeding the greedy money machine that encourages the musical cult of Ho’s, Money & Crack, but consumers are not spawned in a void.
There is an element lording over business that is, that was, happy to sweep the rambunctious and frolicking 70’s into memory-holed oblivion in favor of mayhem and murder as the fuel rods of entertainment.
Dehumanized bling proves to be quite profitable. All modern entertainment (including sports) thrives on it.
And if you think that’s harsh, take a look at yet another one of these ghetto-attention-whore videos. And think about it…it’s all I ask.
Terrance Matthews, just another nameless scourge of society, had a bad day, so he stabbed a couple members of his ex-girlfriend’s family. Normal stuff.
Look at the guy. Imbecility rolls of that cave-face like hot oil. My visual IQ algorithm low-level detector went wild.
I ask, again.
Do people like this need “fancy” phones? I propose that anyone with an IQ of less than 95 not be allowed to own any brand, series or type of smart phone. A sub-95 IQ will get you a basic flip phone for communication (maybe texting) needs only. Mentally deficient people (of all colors) have proven to be wildly and horrifically unable to handle the responsibilities of owning an electronic contraption that allows you to broadcast yourself in any number of situations.
Would it have prevented the murders of Ishon Mathiln Jr. and Jennifer Vassell? Highly doubtful, but it would have prevented us from having to endure yet another glimpse into the void that is the mind of a deranged, soulless member of society.
See, in the Olden Times, this shit would have been dealt with on a more “personal” level. Bullshit hashtaggery and Social Virtue Movements were not a thing and there was no stupid rallying cry around publicized incidents as justification and rationale for whiny victimization causes.
In the Olden Times, it wouldn’t matter what this was officially termed. Rape, sexual abuse, whatever. There was no self-righteous parsing back then.
We all knew what it was, not what it was called. Terms and nomenclature are the preoccupation of the weak and victimized.
The five men known as the “wolf pack” got nine years in jail when
they were cleared of gang rape but convicted of the lesser charge of
Prosecutors have called on the court to upgrade the conviction to rape.
The attack prompted Spain to announce a review of its rape laws.
In July 2016, when the city of Pamplona was holding its traditional
San Fermin bull-running festival, the 18-year-old woman was dragged into
the hallway of a residential building. The five men removed her clothes
and had unprotected sex with her.
Some of them filmed it on their phones. The woman’s phone was also stolen and she was found reportedly in a distraught state.
They sent the video around their WhatsApp chat group, called “La
manada” (the wolf pack), and the video has since become central to the
question of whether they raped the woman or sexually abused her.
A police report said she had kept her eyes closed at all times, showing a “passive or neutral” expression throughout.
The girl’s culpability and stupidity aside, one cannot deny her honor was defiled. And one must ask if today’s young women even have “honor” left in their vapid little souls, but let’s assume for a moment that there is a trace remaining.
Forget the tag we put on this. Forget the symbolism and “No Means No” farcical posturing by women’s groups in response to this incident in Spain.
In the olden times, one, two, maybe all the wolves, would have had to answer to this girl’s brothers, cousins, boyfriend, father…and “justice” would have been exacted in the intimate confines of the street, not the histrionic landscape of social media.
A new study suggests that yes, getting nine or more hours of sleep per night might also be unhealthy. Researchers from around the world gathered data from 116,632 people in 21 countries, each of whom they followed for about 7.8 years to see whether the amount they slept correlated with their overall risk of mortality (their likelihood of dying during the course of the study). They published their results in the European Heart Journal, which showed what epidemiologists call a J-shaped curve. The phenomenon refers to there being a point in a graph of mortality where the risk is minimized. In this case, that’d be right around eight hours of sleep. As you head down on the chart toward fewer hours of sleep, the risk of death increases for a whole host of reasons, but there’s also a rising risk as you increase the amount of sleep. And they’re not the only ones to find the J-shape. Other studies have also found that people who get nine or more hours of rest each night seem to have higher rates of mortality,
But that doesn’t necessarily mean that more sleep is causing more death. Sometimes a curve is J-shaped because of some other confounding factor.
Ah, but there are some people who specifically oversleep. One demographic it’s better to avoid if possible.
Think of an adult you know who sleeps 10 hours a day. Is that a healthy
person? Probably not. Experts like Matthew Walker, the director of the
sleep and neuroimaging lab at the University of California, Berkeley,
have discussed how various diseases and chronic ailments might prompt
someone to sleep more yet also put them at higher risk of death. He
discusses studies like this one in his book, Why We Sleep, in
which he points out that “should you explore those studies in detail,
you learn that the causes of death in individuals sleeping nine hours or
longer include infection (e.g., pneumonia) and immune-activating
cancers.” Serious illnesses like these prompt a person to sleep more, he
points out, and thus “the illusion created is that too much sleep leads
to an early death, rather than the more tenable conclusion that the
sickness was just too much despite all efforts to the contrary from the
beneficial sleep extension.”
I cannot remember the last time I slept 8 hours when I wasn’t afflicted with:
Mm. That’s it.
Much like the distant past when obesity was a status indicator of wealth and luxuriance, oversleeping is that now. We’ll sleep when we’re dead and the elitist oligarchy signs off on our final contribution.