Cell phones don’t make us inhuman; they enslave us.

Saturday, after leaving my parents’ one-day-early Mother’s Day breakfast/lunch, my SO and me stopped at the grocery store.  While we walked up the aisle, she noticed that my mom had called and left a message on her phone.  That was unusual, so she let me listen to her voice mail.  It turned out my mom had called about an hour earlier, shortly after we left her house, to let me know that I left my cellular telephone (yes, I said cellular) behind.  She was hoping we were close enough when we got the message to turn back and retrieve it;  alas, we were not.  We had driven all the way back home behind the Orange curtain, which in Los Angeles-ese means…pretty damn far just to pick up a cellular telephone that looks like this.



It’s 2018.  Would you drive 40 minutes or 50 minutes for that??

I sure wouldn’t, and that is why I am equipped with such an archaic communication device.  I don’t give a flying fuck about phones.  Phones are trouble brokers for me.  They make me talk and I don’t like talking.  They make me talk to strangers, and I really hate strangers. They are expensive and I’m…frugal.

I got home and found a FB IM from my mom.


Now there are many people, most people actually, who would be bent out of shape upon learning they forgot their phone somewhere.

I’ve seen people literally fall to a dissembled state of assorted fractured parts simply because they realized that, for whatever reason, they would have to do without their precious phone for more than an hour.  People are attached to their phones on a strangely carnal level.  They suffer separation anxiety if that little overpriced silicon, technological Swiss-army-knife parts with their hands for an unspecified period of time.  They anxiously tremble and their eyes dart like a junkie who has realized he is without his regular fix.


Don’t care.  I told my mom that if  I see my son this weekend, I’ll get it from him.  I went to work today, no phone.  Came home, no phone.

Did I miss it?

Hellllzzz no.  I’m not attached to my phone, I don’t care about it (can’t you tell?)

I hear people going on about how smart phones are evil because they distract people too much and lead us to distance ourselves from humanity, in general.  They claim smart phones are evil and single-handedly leading society down the path of destruction.  They are responsible for the isolation of people and for preventing the fostering of community and collective kinship of the type we witnessed in the old days when phones were immutable fixtures of the home and still had cords to anchor them down;  and their loud, cacophonous rings all sounded the same, because they were the same.


Whatever.  Phones are just another medium by which society communicates and it just so happens the latest incarnation is shaped by the technologies of our era.  Phones are a symptom, not a cause.  People are becoming isolated and withdrawn, yes.  So what?  Human society is cyclical and eventually our natures will lead us to each other again;  this, I firmly believe.

I hate cellular and smart phones for another reason.  A quite simple reason which I didn’t recognize for a long time.

I hate to be in touch.  I hate having the ability (expectation, even) to be hooked in to civilization’s idiocies and having the available imagery of what our culture is up to every time I leave the house.  I used to love leaving the house because it was freedom, it was liberty, it was disconnect.  A state of utter emancipation from reality, from social responsibility, from mutual obligations.  I could ignore people on my own terms.  I don’t need a phone to see what people are up to; I simply don’t give a crap what people are badly thinking while I’m walking about town.  I don’t need to see baby photographs when I’m at the store, and I sure as hell don’t need to see badly written sentences piped in my direction when I’m at the mall detailing every trivial bit of detritus to pile up on acquaintances’ lives.

And i sure as fuck don’t care what people are eating this moment.

I just don’t care.  I love not having a phone for I love not being indebted to that enslavement tether which leads back to society.  It’s good to be alone once in a while, and that is what i fear we have lost.

Brandon Zavala, anti-gun crusader, wields micro-fallacies in order to whore out the Palmdale school shooting to bolster his agenda.

There was a pathetic excuse for a school shooting that occurred here in L.A. County’s high desert region yesterday morning.

A 14-year-old shot a rifle at Highland High School in Palmdale after he had a small emotional meltdown in the wake of an argument with his mother.  Luckily, the bullet he fired only grazed another student in the arm. The victim was taken to the hospital and is expected to make a full recovery. The shooter left the school and was later arrested outside a nearby grocery store after his parents worked with authorities to help track him down.

The “shooting” is hardly newsworthy,  but given today’s tormented atmosphere of panic and fear-mongering, the initial reports of a high school campus shooting immediately assumed an ominous tone. By 10:30, however, the school lock-down was lifted and normality resumed.

But some social crusaders, lasciviously eying a killer publicity opp of the cheap and dramatic kind, launched into action. Even trivial crap like this was the perfect fodder to inflate into operatic events by which to dramatize anti-gun concerns beyond the realm of all reason and serenity.

Highland High School sits in California’s 25th Congressional District, an area represented by Republican Congressman, Steve Knight.

According to the anti-gun crusading liberal sheep (the sort who bleat in the wake of every incident involving a gun), Knight is a heinous villain for simply accepting donations from the NRA. Knight is a Republican politician.  All I have to ask in retort to condemnations of his NRA ties:  so what?

In fact, the obligatory candlelight vigil sprung up in the matter of hours. Leftists are not the type to sit back and resist the chance to make a scene of devolved hyperbole at every inflamed opportunity.


A candlelight vigil planned for Saturday evening is expected to call attention to that. An organizer of the event said Republican Congressman Steve Knight — who represents the 25th congressional district, which includes Palmdale — has been supportive of the NRA by taking money from the group.

Brandon Zavala, the organizer, said Knight’s response to the shooting itself was also problematic.

“Last night, Congressman Knight called this incident at Highland High School an isolated incident,” he said. “And that’s unacceptable because when you talk to kids in Parkland, Columbine, Sandy Hook — this isn’t an isolated incident.”


Zavala, you moron. It’s an isolated incident in the respect that it was not Congressman Knight who said this, or that it inferred school shootings don’t happen. It was called an isolated incident by Los Angeles Country sheriff Sgt, Bob Boese and he used it in reference to this specific shooting’s isolated nature and that it was not part of a plot or concerted assault by students at Highland High School.

But that’s fine, after all…we’ll just giggle this off.  Zavala is a leftist worrywart homo screwball who indulges in shameless micro-fallacies in order to perpetuate a self-aggrandizing agenda. In other words, another anti-gun nut.  He is the type who hates not only guns but the implied traditionalist, conservative culture that firearms represent.

But a little white lie never hurt anyone, did it Brandon? Thought no one was watching?


Brandon Zavala (Facbook)


“911, what is your ontological emergency?”

Because, en France, that is seriously, a thing.

Vive (or maybe not…)!


Paris (CNN)In pain too agonizing for her to describe, a young woman calls emergency services.

“I’m going to die,” she says.

“You will die, certainly, one day,” the phone operator replies, “like everyone else.”

A few hours later, the woman — 22-year-old Naomi Musenga — dies.

Naomi Musenga


And now, officials in France have launched an investigation into why her call wasn’t taken more seriously.

Musenga hung up. Eventually a relative called a doctor who came to Musenga’s house, the family lawyer said at the Thursday news conference. The doctor had her taken to a hospital. Shortly after arrival, she suffered two heart attacks, was taken to intensive care and eventually died, according to CNN affiliate BFM TV.
The exact cause of death hasn’t been determined, the Strasbourg prosecutor’s office said. But her initial autopsy showed symptoms of multiple organ failure and hemorrhaging, BFMTV said.
“There were no questions like: ‘Are you alone? Are you able to dial the phone number?’ ‘How long have you been hurt?’ Or ‘Are you in pain?,” Mohamed Aachour, the Musenga family lawyer, told reporters. “All that she has had as treatment is indifference or cynicism. “

The future is wasted on the now.

Tell me it isn’t so.

Prove me wrong.



We are lazy-asses.

The human species is lazy and slovenly and would rather dream about untested idyllic scenarios than to subvert the weight of its oppressive ego, if even for the moment.