Sunday, December 21, 2014

Jessica Chambers Murder: An Insult Against America


One Young Writer's Well-Written Reaction

There are ugly things in the United States of America. Very ugly and evil and dangerous.

Sure, many people don't want to hear about how accelerant (now it's being identified as lighter fluid) must have tasted when it ran down Jessica's throat. I obviously don't know if she was conscious (she reportedly suffered a substantial blow to her head) when the fire first blew up her skin.

But I believe that Jessica wanted justice even as she somehow got away from her car.

I read that she was car-jacked before the fire happened. That sounds plausible.

And I cringe when I think of what that young woman must have gone through before she mercifully passed on.

I also get angry.

Now I want the cowards that did this to be exposed to the world. And this time around, I don't care if everyone casts a blind eye to how the justice is meted-out. Let the punishment fit the crime.

This murder case isn't getting near the media attention that it should be, right now. And if the "Local Lack of Loud" is because people are afraid to speak...well then, shame on them...shame on them all.

This Country is not defended daily by those who tremble and remain under the thumb of fear. We are a PROUD Nation! We close ranks and stand together against this type of wrong.

It's time for us all to stand and fight again.

Where are YOU, Mississippi? One of your own daughters has just died in a horrible, terrible way and
I want to know when you're going to properly deal with it.


Your cowardice is as filthy as your corruption is. Now your dirt is showing. It's time for you to clean it up.

"But...but...race, Blacks, gangs, thugs..."

I don't care if it's lions, tigers and bears!

When a beautiful young woman (and whether or not she was a nice person isn't the issue here) can't be safe in her own hometown then that community, that county and that State need to change. For truly, what happened to Jessica Chambers is an insult against America.

Stop your sniveling,'s time to lock and load!

(I'm bringing out the song, again)

A Day At The Dog Cafe

Of course, tony-granola-Birkenstock Hood River isn't all about the homeless. Not by a long, expensive shot.

And lately, I have had an opportunity to get a few glimpses at the other side.

This is the Pacific Northwest and just as sure as the word "organic" is permanently linked to Oregon...they drink their own tight brand of coffee here.

Today I was properly introduced to what I now lovingly refer to as "The Dog Cafe."  It is
a beautiful bit of Oregonia that is situated in the heart of the city. The café has comfy, well-used
couches, old tables and chairs, a well-worn hardwood floor and tall windows that are perfect for

The ladies who work here are brave little soldiers who aren't afraid to offer broad smiles
at 7am...when it's raining outside...on a Sunday. They even let me take their picture...such
good sports!

They do serve coffee here, in about as many varieties as the people who drink it.
And they match some of the huge mugs with spicy breakfast burritos and flaky
chocolate-chunk filled croissants.

The Wi-Fi and the attitude here make this a great place to relax before the machine known
as Monday begins to turn on the town again.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

I Need To Go Home

The end. That is what I am thinking about today. Getting. Out. Of. Here.

Enough, damn it. I'm done.

It's raining like somebody is bailing out Niagara Falls and dumping all of the water here.

It just fits in perfectly with my mood. You know, the one that looks like this:

Yeah, I'm grumpy.

I'm just tired of the homies and the way they smoke cigarettes and interrupt me too often when I'm
trying to clean up in the bathroom. I'm worn out from carrying my possessions around and having
to practically beg on my knees to get a single city bus pass.

I don't want to live out of a backpack or sleep on the floor anymore. And damn it, I want fifteen minutes of non-negotiated privacy back!

I need a break.

A lady that I know (she is a local and not a homie) met me in the library and gave me a twenty-dollar gift certificate to a local coffee place. It's where the homies go all the time. I might check it out but I'm not very enthused about showing up where the homies hang out all day.

I wish that I was in my own home. I wish I was making a big pot of chili and listening to Sade at a loud volume. I don't need to be here...I need to go home.

Sing it, Sade!

Friday, December 19, 2014

Private Message: "Hellloooo, Mountain View"

My last post was published on December 16, 2014. My first post in this blog was published on December 16, 2004.

Somewhere in the middle, ten years shot by.


Now I have applied for something that may or may not be approved. But just in case you check here, this is my explanation:

"The deeper you go...the higher you fly. The higher you fly...the deeper you go."--The Beatles.