Tuesday, December 31, 2013

New Year, Same Resolution

It's been a year since I've written here, but not a year since I've thought about writing. After the Newtown shooting, I thought I may need to take a break, but then each news story ended up being a mass shooting, a school shooting, a double homicide, a triple... A celebrity drug overdose, a celebrity suicide, nothing, not even politics gave me the inspiration I was looking for, longing for. And then again, maybe I just got lazy.

But I'm back.

I promised I wouldn't let 2014 roll in without logging in and testing out the old fingertips. Yep, still working, laptop is a year older, but it's still kicking. And I am still here. I never went anywhere. I write something new every day in my head. I yell at talk radio and shake my fist at the news. I shake my head at the ignorance of the world and I cry when innocent people die.

Around and around this world goes, we have no choice but to hang on for the ride. if we choose otherwise, we are defeating the purpose of habitation upon this Earth.

See you next year!
(Just a few more hours from now)

May 2014 be everything you anted 2013 to be and then some! :)

Monday, December 31, 2012

Newtown: Reflections and Thoughts

No words I could ever write could do justice in paying tribute to the lives lost on December 14, 2012 in Newtown, CT. Rest in Peace: Nancy, Charlotte, Daniel, Rachel, Olivia, Josephine, Ana, Dylan, Dawn, Madeleine, Catherine, Chase, Jesse, James, Grace, Anne, Emilie, Jack, Noah, Caroline, Jessica, Avielle, Lauren, Mary, Victoria, Benjamin, Allison

We were running late that day and I'll never forget. I trusted him to grab his hat and jacket and his  backpack hung over the side of the kitchen chair. I reached for the keys, my 2 year old and the kitchen door all at once. A clock was ticking in my head. I just wanted to get to the bus stop on time. And we did. What a relief to see all the scarf-wrapped parents and their bundled up kids who blew cold smoke from their mouths at each other, never keeping still, while piping in and out of the chatter that rivaled the songs of the early morning birds above them. And just as I saw the bus approaching, I called out to him to make sure his jacket was zipped up and to grab his back pack, it was time to go. But he forgot his book bag. He looked at me just as disappointed as I was. We had worked so hard on his homework the night before, I told him. And I reminded him before we left out the door. He needed to pay better attention to Mommy, I scolded him. I led him to the line filled with his friends and classmates and patted him on the head. The day almost started without a hitch, but at least we weren't late. I told him to have a good day and always listen to his teacher. The same words I've recited every day since the beginning of every school year. I told him I loved him. I got back in my car and headed back home. My first grader was safe and exactly where he was supposed to be. Then a few short hours later, I learned that 20 children were dead. Shot to death. Murdered in their classrooms in an elementary school in Newtown. My neighbour called and asked if I had heard, but I was busy doing housework and didn't even have the television on. She raced over and we sat and watched and we shook our heads. The details were sketchy at first and later we found that the media had reported a few things that were inaccurate, like the shooter's name, his age, they even said his mother was a teacher at the school. The one thing they had right was that 20 children, 20 first graders were dead. All I wanted to do was run to my first grader, pick him up from school. Maybe he wasn't safe, maybe he wasn't right where he was supposed to be.

But if a 6 or 7 year old child isn't supposed to be in school on a Friday morning in December, where is he supposed to be?  The hours passed and soon so did the days. There were now pictures of these babies, gorgeous and happy, we could see them all and visualize what they were like in life, all the while knowing the horror of how they died. There were the brave stories of their teachers and principal who died trying to protect them. Our hearts as a nation are broken. Those classrooms were my son's classroom. Those teachers were my son's teacher. When I look at those faces, I see my own 6 year old. I see his school class picture and they all look the same. They are 6 and 7 years old. There are no hard lines of a wrinkled, tired face. No signs of struggle or knowledge of the world as a dangerous place. Just toothless smiles and fantastic dreams. Innocence to the nth power. Angels on earth.

Of course gun laws need to be passed, and any pro-gun, NRA card carrying extremist that can't admit that isn't worth debating with. Of course we need to look into mental health and the way the system is failing some of our sickest individuals. Even President Obama said when describing the worst day in his presidency, that there isn't any one answer. But this land is a place where mass shootings occur. A place where the mall, the movie theater, the buildings where we work, and the institutions where our most precious little lives are being groomed and graded, our schools, are simply not safe. Any gunman on a suicidal mission, with a grudge or a vendetta, a history of mental illness or an obsession with guns and violence can just start shooting and we are left to ask why while we deal with the carnage after he kills dozens of people and then himself. He leaves us with no answers, attending funerals, and losing grasp of the most important issues so we can argue about the ones that will get us nowhere.

Put a metal detector at the door of every school, I say. Pat down every visitor. Whoever doesn't like it, don't try to go to any American school. While some people in this country fight for their 2nd amendment rights to carry a weapon, you're missing the point. No one wants to take away your guns, we just want evil people with guns to stop taking away our children.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Unbelievable Tragedy

The details are still so unclear, and I feel bad for this family, I really do, but some things are worth talking about, even if it's prematurely. I just want to dig a little deeper, as I'm sure the police are doing as we speak. The most I know is this: a woman suspects there is someone breaking into her home, or at least attempting to. She doesn't call 911, she calls her brother who lives next door. He shows up with a gun, confronts the "intruder" who allegedly brandishes a knife towards the man. The man feels threatened and shoots, multiple times, killing the would-be burglar only to find out this criminal, this home invader was his own adopted son. What? How did this happen and why?

This took place at 1:30 in the morning. Why didn't Dad know his son was out of the house? And why was the son allegedly trying to break into his own aunt's house? According to police reports he was dressed in all black and even donned a ski mask at the time of his death. Shot several times, including once in the head, the boy lay dead in the driveway, his identity unknown until the ski mask was removed . It was only then that his father realized what he had done. He had killed his own son. I wonder if the police were called before this man pulled his trigger. Were they en route? I can't stop asking myself how. How did this happen? What a horrible way to lose a son. At 15 years old, even if he was troubled (not saying that he was), he still had plenty of life to live and get it right.

Should his father be charged? Or is living with the fact that he took the life of one of his own punishment enough for the rest of his life?

At this time, no charges have been filed.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Standing My Ground on Trayvon

Trayvon Martin didn't have to die. That's what makes his case that much harder to discuss and debate every day. From the very beginning I have tried everything to take race out of the equation because to me, George Zimmerman's race did not (and still does not) matter. He's white, he's Spanish, he's half and half, who cares? He's a man with a gun who shot and killed a teenager who he thought looked suspicious. He is a wanna be cop, a little boy trapped in a 28 year old's body, playing cops and robbers on a rainy night in Sanford. He wasn't going to let this "a**hole" get away. It matters not if Trayvon was 5 foot 3 or 6 foot 7. He is dead for no reason and Florida's self defense law does NOT apply in this case. We need to stop all the extra rhetoric and focus on the injustice at the heart of this case. Zimmerman should be arrested and prove his story in a court of law. Let a jury decide if he in fact was in fear for his life and was justified in pulling that trigger. (I can't imagine too many people equating fists to the bullets in a gun.) As one legal expert stated on CNN, "you have to match deadly force with deadly force". So if Trayvon got fed up with Zimmerman following him as he walked home with his Skittles and iced tea, and he turned around and argued with him, eventually punching him and getting the upper hand on him; does Zimmerman have a right to match his punches with a bullet to the chest? Probably not. Most likely not. Absolutely not! But this is what needs to be debated, everything else is a distraction from what Trayvon's parents and the memory of their son deserves. Arrest Zimmerman now. The foundation is set, the world is watching and we will not look away for a moment.

Monday, February 13, 2012

The Way I Feel About Whitney

What do I say about Whitney? Twitter bullies might suggest that none of us thought twice about her until it was announced that she passed away. How unfair and positively untrue! I often find myself trying to imagine what it must be like to be rich, famous and incredibly talented. Being that I am only one of those things, it's a fantasy I play out in my head (mostly when I'm watching MTV Cribs or an episode of Behind the Music.) Believe it or not, I sometimes add in one more element to the dream; what if I were rich, famous, incredibly talented and an addict? Because if at this income level I can afford to buy a bottle of wine at least once a week and a couple shots at the bar to celebrate anything and everything (Superbowl Sunday, Happy Hump Day, I woke up this morning, etc.), would I become an alcoholic if I had millions at my fingertips and my minions at my feet to supply all that I demand? I would imagine that someone who dabbles in recreational drug use might upgrade their status based on their financial ability. Whitney told Oprah she'd been experimenting since before "The Bodyguard", and her habit grew stronger right after the film's release. One has to wonder if the wild success of "I Will Always Love You" had anything to do with that. So we have the riches, the infamy, the talent, the addiction and let's add one more ingredient to this recipe for self-destruction: pressure to out-do perfection. Some people might drop everything and hop a plane to Africa to meditate, others might start smoking cocaine-laced marijuana.

Whitney Houston was America's sweetheart, the ultimate diva, the brightest star of her day, the tragic stereotype, and the tabloids' mistress. See, around here we dispose of you when we're done with you or in some cases, when you run around acting like you're done with yourself. And around here, we then hoist your corpse on the pedestal that you fell off of in the end. No, I can't tell you the first time I heard Whitney Houston sing, or what my favourite song of hers is. And the reason for that is simple. In my life, Whitney Houston always was and always will be. Every song she recorded was her best song. I can't tell you much about 1991, but I remember the Star Spangled Banner. Let me tell you something, Whitney Houston's talent is a reason to believe in God, otherwise we all would be able to sing effortlessly and reign over our crafts supremely. And Whitney Houston's talent proves further that God is real, because without Him there would be no devil to recognize her weaknesses, tempt her and twist her, and take her away. May she rest in peace.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

End Scene!

Teen Mom is one of many shows on television that should have been a one season experiment, a documentary-style look into the lives of young mothers and their triumphs and struggles as they raise their babies over the first year of their life. And then the people at MTV should have moved on and explored another subject, (similar to their True Life series). Watching some of these girls self destruct for the whole world to see is starting to feel disturbing and just plain wrong. I know it's been a bevvy of controversy since the day it first aired, but back then I saw the vision and understood there could be a need for this type of content to air; a young girl out there might learn from it, another might make a choice to never be in these girls' positions, it could have even acted as a guide to parents bringing up an often ignored and uncomfortable topic. But what started off as 16 and Pregnant and has now blossomed into Teen Mom has become a misrepresentation of what the real world is all about. The focus has become less on pregnancy prevention and the importance of finishing school and more about the dysfunction and what I think are unrealistic examples of what the life of a teen mother may become. It seems every time these girls snap their fingers, they're driving a new car, renting a new house, and starting a new job. God knows life just ain't that easy. While it may have been a good idea to use this show to deter young impressionable women from having sex and making poor choices, it's becoming apparent that the folks at MTV have gone down the same path that leads to the Real World and Jersey Shore (without the red cups and distasteful sex scenes). But as with any series that may make you shake your head and pray for our future, there will be a lot more where it came from as long as we the people keep watching. Carry on, MTV...

Sunday, January 8, 2012

We Just Mobbin' Like That

The Mob Wives are back for a second season and they've promised more fights and more drama than the season before and the premiere episode delivered just that. If you've been following Renee on Twitter, than you know she's has been tweeting over the off-season about getting her face peeled, her body lifted, and all kinds of other various plastic surgeries. So there was no surprise when she was laying in a hospital bed after getting fat taken from here and putting it where? Back there. After sitting up too swiftly, she tore the stitches in her back and lost so much blood, she needed a transfusion. As a result, Renee ended up laying on her ass instead of getting a bigger one. Drita is taking boxing lessons to deal with her aggression and ward off any temptation to put someone in the hospital. Karen is still harboring feelings about the fight on the rooftop with Drita and last but not least, we have Carla. Carla's storyline at this point, is so low key and non-existent, I don't really have much more to say besides, she's still being filmed for the show.

The current trend with a few of our favourite reality shows is adding new characters either at the beginning of the season or somewhere in the middle. You blink your eyes and there's a new drama queen swooping down upon the city like a well-scripted, intentionally planted natural disaster. Mob Wives' latest addition is Ramona Rizzo, aka Karen's play cousin. This girl is nothing but trouble as she helps to cultivate the hatred and animosity Karen is feeling toward Drita. And when Renee has a "Celebration of Life" party after healing from her surgical scare, Ramona is the one who turns up the heat when Drita and Karen decide to try to talk things over outside (on the balcony of all places). It was Ramona who spoke up in opposition to the impromptu meeting on the balcony, before Karen could even accept or reject it. It was Ramona who jumped in between the two women and starting waving her hands around, bringing up her personal problems with Drita which had nothing to do with the conversation Karen and Drita were having. I'm not condoning violence, but I can see why Drita felt backed into a corner and ultimately decided to throw the first blow.

In any event, although I'm still a fan of the show and what it could possibly bring to the world of reality television, the way all of these women acted at Renee's party was shocking and immature and probably just a preview of what we should expect throughout the rest of the season.