Like all men, cops too have become weak and dangerous.

What ever happened to the police?

An investigation continued Sunday into an officer-involved shooting that left a 59-year-old armed man dead, authorities said.

Officers responded at about 11:40 p.m. Saturday to a medical assist call in the 900 block of North Placer Street, according to a statement issued by the Ontario Police Department. When the officers arrived, they encountered a man who had been drinking, the police said.

The suspect was “uncooperative” and armed with a weapon, the statement said, adding that the man’s actions “posed an immediate threat” to the officers. The type of weapon was not specified.

One of the officers opened fire, striking the man, who then succumbed to his injuries, according to police.

The suspect was pronounced dead at the scene. He was later identified as Jose Raul Herrera, a resident of Ontario.

Before Saturday night’s incident, Herrera had a previous contact with the Police Department regarding a weapons violation, officials said.

The officer who discharged his handgun is a five-year law-enforcement veteran, according to the statement. His name was not immediately released.

Anyone with information is asked to call the Ontario Police Department at 909-986-6711, or Detective Dave Rowe at 909-395-2749.

Police have are a reflection of the male role in society.

Weakened. Reactive. Inundated.

I respect police as an embodied role entrusted with maintaining order.

I no longer respect them in their present shoot-first role.

Western Christianity is so much better than Boko Haram. We don’t kidnap bodies…we only kidnap minds.

My response to the effusive and nauseating do-goodyism that tends to assault my civilized senses in the wake of the media storm surrounding the 200+ Nigerian schoolgirls kidnapped by the purist Islamic group, Boko Haram, last month is the same I give when I’m asked if I give money to homeless people, and how I feel about this.

Same response:

It’s sad and tragic, on the surface, but I’m not god, and not all-powerful, so it’s not my concern. I either help everyone or I help no one. I’m a weak, solitary man, so guess.

The Nigerian schoolgirls were kidnapped for “principled” dogmatic reasons which involved “de-Westernizing” them.

The laws of Sharia are explicit and not capricious. Our Western Judeo-Christian judicial systemic bureaucrats can only dream of such an unforgiving strictness and unmediated nature. Still, right-wing christians clamor for a death penalty to the blind ear that is their judicial system that has no balls and no follow-through. And after all that, they still conveniently damn Islam which actually does have the balls to exert power and dictatorial command.

Christianity, as it exists in 2014, is a diluted greedy religion that has sold out to the capitalist constraints of Western culture and has forsaken all its guts, especially when compared to the ravenous Islamics.

Even Christians who maintain a hard line are shamed as “extremists” and ultimately, it’s the sell-out christian hordes who embrace avarice and gluttony out one cheek while praising god out the other. Christianity is suffused with hypocrisy and its greatest sorrow is that it must combat an Eastern religion that appears to have clung to archaic principles a little more tenaciously at the expense of delicate appeasement.

From our so-called civilized Western perspective, it’s abhorrent that a group of ideologues would kidnap a group of young girls in order to ward off the indoctrination of modernity, yet we happily indulge is such garbage in our backyard, albeit behind the mask and wall of Disney and pop music and consumerism. We are performing the same cultural exorcism on our young children. We are indoctrinating them into the realm of more more more, want want want, greed is good, greed is good. This is our religion in the West. The worship of money and practice of materialism. We brainwash our children in school the moment we drop them off before continuing on our sordid corporate money-making schemes, we brainwash them with the garbage we feed them on screens. We tell them what they should value and we hand them the yardstick by which to measure it.

We are better than Muslims, though, because we don’t kidnap young children from their classroom.

We just kidnap their souls before they can think.

Medusa’s Shadow: feminism as an emerging counter-evolutionary force.

I have a theory which I express to my close circle (and anyone who reads this). Essentially, it boils down to this: any woman can get sex if she wants it.

Looks and all putative media-driven aesthetics don’t matter one bit.

The majority of men do not have those exclusive elite standards that they would have you believe. C’mon, us guys are the worst when it comes to blathering on and on about “standards” because it is the “manly” thing to do. Even men who are the biggest pussies in the world go on about standards and indulge in the shameless denigration of the appearance of even normal women.

In other words, guys act like bitches with all this “high standards” BS. The truth is that men, if they have a hankering or backlog of semen, will happily screw anything that avails itself. I don’t care how much we harp about the new emerging, dominant feminist paradigm, the truth is that evolutionary blueprints still spell out much of our behavior, one being that men, males, are expected to be the “actors” in the realm of procuring pussy. The motto for men is really “it’s not going to jump in your lap.” There are a handful of men in each municipality who will experience the gift that women enjoy…namely, sex will seek them out.

A handful of men, but just about all women.

Sex will seek them out and if they allow it, if they open the door, it won’t be long before they find a mating short- or long-term partner. My theory is that women, all women, can get laid within the matter of minutes or hours if they thus choose to do so.

So I’ve told a female acquaintance of my pet theory and she recently repeated it to a girlfriend who is going through a divorce. Many women in such maritally implosive situations morph into little sluts for a refractory period in which they decide to live only for carnal pleasures, and nothing else. It’s as if they are rebuking the marital monogamy that shackled their female nature all these years, and they will now snub evolution and nature by choosing to not withhold their sexual treasures. Despite this, my acquaintances girlfriend is still “puzzled” at how she will go about getting all this sex she has obligated herself to. My friend then repeated my “any woman can get laid when she wants” mantra.

This is dangerous knowledge for women to possess, and perhaps men should not enlighten them, as I have done. I think most women are not aware of the outright sexual options that are readily available to them. They have been trained (inculcated) since birth to be demure and coy and even resistant to sexual capitulation, and they have ingrained the practice of surreptitious passions. So when I hear that my female friend has relayed this simple awareness to her divorcing friend, I wonder if I haven’t shed just a little more light on Medusa’s shadow.

Feminism is “counter-evolutionary,” and as such, the powers and strengths and abilities it has summoned for women is frightening indeed. Women don’t need help from men coaxing it along. All the pajama boys and the Beta consumerist first world Husband hordes do a fine job of it on their own. I probably should withhold my input into this vision of a gender dystopia.

Simply put, too much so, feminists have “won” but I hesitate to use that term. I have another theory about evolution, both social and physical, that I will address in a future post. In that context, I don’t think evolution or change can be described in the polarity context of positive/negative. It’s a progression.

The feminists are having their day. That’s what I will say. Feminism is counter-evolutionary, but on the other hand, once a change occurs, can it ever be considered counter-evolutionary? The definition of evolution is putatively, change.

Status whore slaves

What I hate more than anything are status whores.

You know them.

They are scary because money means nothing to them.
The only thing they care about is your perception of their loftiness.

They are slaves, but not (directly) to the dollar.

Since they are slaves of the external, they are controllable.

The only people you must truly fear are those who answer to nothing you know or comprehend.

Moments in time is back…(An Imminent Demise Moment In Time)

A re-introduction of my not-so-famous Moments In Time series! This should segue well into my new upcoming blog which no one shall know of.

Orange-ya glad you read?

A footstep in the grave moment in time, aka, Imminent Demise

April 30, 2014, approx 1330.

Simmering, near boiling, why must April…be this
Out at lunch for about 10 mins/day (and if you want to catch a glimpse of this pathetic blogger, try walking Hollywood Boulevard sometime) and watching, tourists in chopped vans and bad tans (rhyme!) acting like Hollywood is the next greatest thing since sliced penis.

Tourists parade, some hot, exotic chicks looking so un-LA cause they are pale and (skinny) oy, Hollywood.

I find a concrete soiled shitted puked boogered embankment no one civilized sits here because to do so means you must launder your clothes right away but I don’t seem to care about such things,

So I SIT and eat an apple, do so every day with autistic alacrity, but I’m not, just weird, introverted and misanthropic.

My apple is my friend at lunch. Dependable crunchy.

I see you, goddamned like 500 miles away but the street is bustling with clean tourists and hipster natives, but you. You, fucking YOU.

You can’t even walk straight or dignified, you and your skeletal holocaust frame you goddamn you, i would think you might be a 1939 kike but no, you’re just a stinky filthy white homeless dude and of course, you walk from 500 miles away and you sit right the fuck next to me and my apple.

WITF? (what in the fuck).

I am a homeless dejected magnet, always have been. There is a sorrow writ upon my eyelids. the forlorn and soon-to-die seek me out and once found, they clamor
to my apple-eating spot in the shade on a 90-degree day in this beautiful city of the left angles.

He asks me if I know how to get to 3rd and Mariposa.

Well. I think through the miserable rotted fumes of his hairy breath.
the dude is hairy
Hair in his snotty booger-ridden nose.

When he speaks, his life-force dwindles and I can smell its decay.
He is skinnyskinnyskinny and he lurches when he walks and now he sitting by me, jeans, some weird tribal-clothing I can’t remember now because I’d rather not and he just breathes and smells like the earth’s last days.
Everything about him is…decay.

and Imminent Demise.

this is my new afternoon lunch friend, Imminent Demise, and now he is talking to me and asking how to get to a corner in Los Angeles and I try to explain but his yellow teeth barricade decent and clear convo.

he talks about stuff I have no clue what he is trying to say, but he tells me he needs to get to 3rd and Mariposa and I tell him the bus going down La Brea, southbound (and I expect a man of this condition to care about magnetic directions) and it will take him there like the magical wonderland he seeks and he beams and wonders how he will get to the other side of the street because he just had foot surgery,

and of course, i must peek

Oh mother of god.

those feet.

i felt nausea creep.
his toes, the nails, cliffs of constantly regenerating rot, those toes, those feet, could kill one upon a sniff, I Swear to My most horrific god. Not even our new pope would kiss dat shit.

Imminent Demise gets up and walks away, looking for the bus, never says thank you, but his rot stumbles away.

He will die tomorrow in this heat and I will never hear of him again.