Fires are part and parcel of living in the Golden State according to our Governor.


Remember when Sadiq Khan, London’s mayor, fatalistically proclaimed terrorism was “part and parcel” of living in a big city?


Now California Governor, Jerry Brown, lazily uninspired, has deferred to a similar ploy when attempting to politically circumvent the subject of the California wildfires.



California Gov. Jerry Brown said Saturday that the destructive wildfires that have scorched the southern part of the state are “the new normal.”


“We’re about ready to have firefighting at Christmas,” Brown said after surveying damage from a deadly Ventura County fire that has caused the most destruction and is still burning out of control. The governor warned that drought and climate change mean California faces a “new reality” where lives and property are continually threatened by fire, at a cost of billions of dollars.


Despite southern California entering what’s considered the wet season, there’s been nary a drop of rain. That could spell more disaster for a region that just emerged this spring from a yearslong drought and now has firefighters on edge because of parched conditions and no end in sight to the typical fire season.




Breaking news: the American flag represents fascism (if you’re a Liberal Neanderthal from the Bronx).


Just another case of urban folklore trampling over the principles of open expression and free exchange of ideas.


Colleges have become cerebral implosions of controlled non-thinking.  The systemic indoctrination tool is in place.  Legions of naive left-winged consumerist puppets, spewed out the college-industrial complex, ready to serve.







This left-wing wretch from an unknown Bronx coffee shop oozes obligatory liberalism in such copious amounts that I feel as if I’m drinking 8 ounces of pure espresso socialism, minus the relaxing pleasure-ment.




The state of modern American policing: sorry to say, but YOU’RE FUCKED.


I’ve always been a fierce defender of police.  I’m a big “law and order” type. I generally side with the police in most situations that make themselves public, mostly under very lurid circumstances.


Police officers have a tremendously difficult job. They contend with the very worst society has to offer.  Anyone who has spent even a moment in the slammer with other fuck-ups realizes how vile and debased people can devolve. This a cop’s life:  they defuse subhuman refuse for shifts at a time.


Despite the general “blind eye” I turn toward questionable police behavior, there are some incidents I find it hard to justify.


For instance.  This video of Daniel Shaver’s death at the hands of Mesa, Arizona, police officer, Philip Brailsford, which surfaced in the wake of last week’s jury verdict that found the officer not guilty of second-degree murder charges in the 2016 incident, demonstrates clearly that police are not unquestionably beyond fault. It is useful to watch the video in its entirety since the context is very important toward understanding (or not) the tragic police actions.







First of all, Shaver was a total idiot. He didn’t deserve to die, but he did everything to ensure he would. It’s obvious he intended no malice.


Conversely, Officer Brailsford was an idiot, too.


What is this specimen of police we have nowadays? Reactive, hot-headed, weaponized beta-boys raised on FPS video games and xenoestrogens, they lack the tough-witted, brute physical and mental strength of policemen of yore. This involved the ability to make accurate determinations of the motivations and character of perps on the spot and under duress. This is no easy feat and I’m not implying it is; however, this is how that rare breed of character we desired in police was selected. Apparently, the hiring standards for PD’s has tragically dipped, or that breed of character that makes law enforcement a haven of “safety” for all of us is extinct in today’s world. It is obvious to me, sitting in my Sunday Quarterbacking chair, that Shaver was a bumbling arrestee.  Blubbering, panicked, he was clearly unaccustomed to being at the receiving end of such undue police attention.  He was a flailing mess and Brailsford’s eardrum-shattering, confusing commands did nothing to pacify his turmoil. Brailsford, rather than recognizing this possibility, merely escalated his tunnel-visioned focus thus eliciting further nonsensical, nervous behavior from the subject he was detaining.  It’s obvious to most socially aware people that Shaver was an emotional mess, and he became messier as the luminosity of the microscope of police apprehension became.


One must simply enter Brailsford’s mind to understand his style of policing was an affectation, not a calling to a higher duty.


Police officers should not have tatted sleeves. Tattoos best remain hidden and not cosmetic adornments for the world to see. A police officer who seeks public acclaim and adoration is a dangerous time bomb.







Motivational inscriptions on weapons are fine, but what does it tell us about the police officer when the nobility of his battle message is trashed by such simplistic drivel?







At the end of the day, Daniel Shaver is dead because he failed to comply with Brailsford’s compulsive, Kafkaesque orders.


Both sides are wrong, and right, but ultimately motivations are the final arbiter of justice; unfortunately, today’s young policemen are raised on electronics and bytes, not flesh and blood. So we die.