Comprehending Organized Crime

I always thought that my Mom was crazy because she lived with the challenge of covering for my brothers while she was EYES WIDE OPEN allowing her daughters to be cheated.  It's difficult to "blame" anyone for going along to get along: as we learned in school, girls cooperate and follow the rules to keep the peace.  Teachers will acknowledge that the easiest way to resolve an issue and get back to the business at hand is to overwhelm the girls with threats and "alpha" vocals which immediately cow them and push them back into submission. 

Over the years of honoring my purpose for being in school, I went with the flow and, although I was frequently enough, disciplined for my lapses in performance, I too often was witness to the cowardice of the teachers who "looked the other way" and permitted my male classmates to make their own rules.  I learned that it is the way to "operate" in any situation where you are competing - whether that be for grades, attention, Top Cat status, ... whatever.

I observed my brothers, my classmates, the boys on the neighborhood, all pushing the envelope, nibbling at the edges, finding the opportunity to "score" on the competition.  In romantic situations, of course, that "score" became the legend de rigueur by which the ego-driven male, now out-of-control by civil standards, were extending competitive reach among would-be buddies for a pecking order of simple PECK.   Thus, the Whitehouse found it all but demanded by their "In House" Roolz to release this photo on their blog in defiance, disrespect, obnoxious guy self-indulgence to fling it in the faces of anybody who still notices, that they are the dawgs.  Feeding the Beast of characteristic ugliness is a tough demand. 

I noticed that Mark Halperin was back on MoJo yesterday, having served his probation for calling the Dick on the Gamer-In-Chief.  Quietly, acting like nobody notices, Organized Crime goes about doing what it's doing in your face, in the open, surrounding itself with "confidance" that nobody will object all the while "pushing back" where nobody pushed.  The murder of Kitty Genovese in 1964 forced American "City" people to consider this. 

At about 3:25 a.m., Catherine, bleeding badly, stumbled to the rear of her apartment building and attempted to enter through a back entrance. The door was locked. She slid along the wall until she reached a hallway leading to the 2nd floor of 82-62 Austin Street but she fell to the vestibule floor. In the meantime, the man had returned again. "I came back because I knew I'd not finished what I set out to do," he told cops later. He walked along the row of doors and calmly searched for the woman. He checked the first door and didn't find her. He followed the trail of blood to the doorway where Catherine lay bleeding on the tiled floor. And there, while the defenseless victim lay semiconscious, incoherent from pain and loss of blood, he cut off her bra and underwear and sexually assaulted her. He then took $49 in cash from her wallet. "Why would I throw money away?" he asked the court at his trial. As Catherine moaned at his feet, probably unable to comprehend what had happened to her, the man viciously stabbed her again and killed her.

The man, who had selected his victim purely at random, ran to his car still parked where he left it. The entire event lasted at least 32 minutes. He said later that murder "was an idea that came into my mind, just as an idea might come into your mind, but I couldn't put mine aside." He jumped into his white sedan and fled the scene. A few blocks away, he came to a red light. He glanced over at the car idling next to him and saw that a man was asleep behind the wheel. The killer got out of his car and awakened the sleeping driver. He told the man he should go home. Then the killer, full of himself, $49 richer and not at all ashamed of what he had done, got back into his own car and drove off into the night.
Catherine was his third murder.

Things about the recounting of this episode in American Evolution strike me with regard to this photo appearing IN THE FACE of the Families grieving, observing tradition, paying the ultimate price for their Patriotism.  Love of Country be sacrificed; just another morsel in the mouth of the Icon, the never-to-be-human, GAMED again.

A Cyclone of disorder surrounds Barak Obama, his overbearing demand for attention and gratification of his hate for anything not bowing to him fueled by those weak and attaining-attention-by-aligning-with-him who are swept up in the advancing wind tunnel.

Rudy Giulianni, who had been ridiculed as the exploiter of his leadership creds from 9-11, should be the Vice President or cabinet member in charge of purging this country of this mobster goon squad wreaking havoc with the world economy.  I remember a Saturday Night Live skit in which Alex Karras http://www.scharplingandwurster.com/?p=287 and Jim Belushi did the White Guy Rap taunting the hoodlums with the Comedy Scores With The Ladies, You Schmucks wisdom that still rings true.  It is a sad, sick country, to say the least, that is commandeered by a dimwit of zeroic credentials who bamboozled, bullied and ultimately disrespected his way into the White House with neither skills nor a record of having overcome and mastered adversity.  The press poses prettily in competition with him while blogsters shake out on which side of the cyclone that divided, levelled us but can never diminish us.  And this blog, along with countless others, continues to retrace the steps that led us here to find, ultimately, a classroom full of mates engaged, not in the ordering of cats, but in the free, economically nourishing exchange in good faith, good business and good citizenship.  I want Oprah's crush to just go hole up in Chicago where nobody trusts nobody and just revel in what is.  But I want the rest of the Country to resume, restore and recover from this trasher and just be glad when it's run its course, done its damage and reminded us all what really matters.