I’m back in town and after some food shopping will likely collapse and ride the next day or two out on life’s bench.
I’m not sure if it’s the stress of all that’s happening or if something more specific is leaving feeling perpetually under the weather, but as I noted earlier my own health has been in the subpar range over the past few weeks. And as I now have to begin probate duties, I don’t see an end in sight — at least for the next couple weeks.
That said, I’d like to thank each of you who has contributed to my call for aid. Your generosity has certainly helped lift what was an additional and unforeseen burden. It was only 29 days between my Mom’s being admitted to the hospital for leg pain until her death. What was originally a 2-6 month prognosis turned on a dime: it was 20 days from the discovery of the cancer to my flying in and putting together the funeral arrangements the day before the burial.
And then to find out my brother was calling the funeral home on the day of the service to try to have a death certificate released to him so he could collect on a life insurance policy he purchased on her after having cashed out her prior policy and naming himself sole beneficiary on the new policy — well, that was the rotten cherry on top of the shit sundae.
So again, thanks to all of you for your kind words and prayers. My mother didn’t suffer. That’s a blessing.
Special thanks to the following folks for their financial generosity:
Janes M III
…and extra special thanks to William P
and Brian C
update: I’m working over the next few days to close out any remaining open accounts in my Mom’s name that I can find as well as to find out information about pension payments left her by my father — whether they continue to the estate or cease upon my Mother’s death.
As executor I have to deal with all aspects of probate, which is grueling.
On the positive front, I reached out to the Baltimore detective today and she’s going to use some of her leave time to contact all the people who are lining up to tell their stories about the abuse my mother suffered at the hands of my brother — all of which reaches full relief as the different experiences of the different friends and neighbors and health care workers are cobbled together.
Evidently, my brother had the gall to troll for sympathy on facebook and deleted comments from people who excoriated him. Personally, I can’t even see the posts because he’s had me blocked; but I’ve received notice from others who were appalled by his phony mourning — especially given the fact that he spent the morning of the funeral trying to pressure the funeral home to release to him a death certificate so he could cash out “his” money. He’s listed under Steven Michael Goldstein, I believe. Feel free to leave him a message!
Also, I want to take this opportunity to send out thanks for additional support received from readers, who deserve to be recognized:
I feel like I’m a friend to the grass roots, as nearly all of the names here have come from those who have no big time blogs, have no advertising deals with the GOP or other GOP friendly institutions, and are merely just people looking to get their country back. Which tells me that my marginalization didn’t have the desired affect some of my detractors hoped it would.
Again, thank you all so much, and I’ll keep you updated as I go forward. I will be, once the probate is in order, the plaintiff against my brother. Which, that’s always fun!
I’d label the scribbling from this indecent piece of Leftist scum troll-bait, but based on his past writing, he really means it
The media reaction to the rioting has thus far been uniformly ridiculous. As much as we all love AutoZone and Doritos, hysterically sobbing at the sight of the former being burned and the latter being looted is a tad over the top. A clip of bullets was unloaded into an unarmed black boy and then his killer was ushered through some sort of cop-loving kangaroo court, after all. Some charred car refreshers are hardly something to get worked up about in moments like these. […]
Rioting that occurs in response to gross police misconduct and criminal system abuses imposes costs on doing those things. It signals to police authorities that they risk this sort of destructive mayhem if they continue on like this. All else equal, this should reduce the amount of police misconduct as criminal justice authorities take precautions to prevent the next Ferguson.
Let’s not let the facts of the case — like the forensics — that supported Darren Wilson’s account and the eye witness testimony that the person responsible for Michael Brown’s demise was Michael Brown. Truth and Justice are to be discarded when supporting The Narrative …
Of course, chilling police authorities has other impacts beyond saved lives. If we can scare police departments away from being so needlessly aggressive towards blacks, we can reduce incarceration, which commands enormous amounts of economic resources. And that is not even to mention the hedonic value that blacks, and people of color more generally, would get out of not being constantly in fear of police oppression. […]
Thus far, the rioting question has been focused on whether it’s good or bad, as if those are the only two answers. From an economic perspective, surely the question is whether the level of rioting is optimal: Do the potential benefits of Ferguson rioting as a police sanctioning tool outweigh its immediate wealth destruction? I suspect it does and, in fact, that the current rioting level is likely economically suboptimal.
I guess if we want to “discourge” Matt’s bad behavior in writing such drivel, we should just go burn down his house.
After “liberating” his flat screen & computer.
We can let him keep his dog-eared copy of My affair with Uncle Joe Stalin by Walter Duranty.
It’s only fair.
This moves from irresponsibility to complicity in putting Wilson, his family and his neighbors at risk.
“The Times “had no qualms whatsoever about publishing almost all the information needed for Officer Darren Wilson’s enemies to track him and his wife down at home,” John Nolte writes at Big Journalism, noting that “This malicious move by the New York Times has not gone unnoticed by Ferguson’s protesters,” as the International Business Times reports:
But printing his street name in the nation’s most influential newspaper on the day the grand jury is expected to hand up a decision on the indictment could reignite interest in — and awareness of — the location, and some critics worry that it could result in protesters descending on his home. Slate even went a step further than the Times, publishing an article featuring a photo of the modest, red-brick house on Monday.
A number of Twitter users — some of whom have identified themselves as planning to protest the grand jury decision — have tweeted the location of Wilson’s home as they gear up for rallies. The house number was not printed in the Times, but the street in the St. Louis suburb of Crestwood where it sits is only about two blocks long, and the house number can be easily located via online sources using only the street name and Wilson’s name.
Better to have evidence, especially exculpatory evidence, excluded when one is in pursuit of “Justice” …
The reason that most grand juries don’t go very long, as Vox’s Amanda Taub has written, is they’re typically only looking at a selection of the evidence that’s been cherry-picked by the prosecutor. In the Ferguson case, however, St. Louis County Attorney Robert McCulloch’s office deliberately presented the grand jury with as much evidence as they could possibly find.
Oh THE HORROR!! How dare the Grand Jury (an investigative body) be given the whole picture to enable it to sort through what was fact and what was made up sh*t.
Compare and contrast
— Peter T Volkmar (@ptvolkmar) November 25, 2014
A comment from Geoff:
All the burning and looting is just to strike out at the “[p]etty bourgeois” professions – the classic base of fascism.” [Further:]
When Leon Trotsky looked at the emerging Nazi movement that mushroomed in Germany after 1929, he argued that the Brownshirt marches, parades and street violence had the effect of terrorising their opponents and giving political direction and the illusion of strength to the movement. He described this effect as “turning worms into dragons”.*
[From Richard Fernandez:]
Of course the Reds had their own street gangs. Doesn’t everyone have one? No, and that’s the point. Conservatives don’t do stuff like that, at least not naturally. They have to be forced to even think it.
Conspiracy is so ingrained in the Left they are forever mirror-imaging themselves in conservative groups who completely lack this sense of consciousness. For example, some posters at the Democratic Underground really believed members of the FreeRepublic posting board are brownshirts. It is entirely possible that many on the left actually think of the Tea Party are incipient “domestic terrorists”. They see themselves in others.
They can’t believe that conservatives have no process for “turning worms into dragons”. Whether that is good or bad I leave to the reader. But the fact remains that “dragons” are qualitatively different from “worms”. There is no doubt about this. Worms are inhibited. Dragons have lost that key sense of restraint. Worms will trust in their elected leaders to represent them to the King. Dragons will breathe fire, such as at Ferguson.
There is the widespread misconception that people can be radicalized by suffering. Alinsky showed this was not true. People can only be radicalized by acting on suffering. Just getting beaten over the head is never a radicalizing experience. It just always results in a headache. Fighting back, however feebly, is always radicalizing.*
The heat of emotion is only for the foot-soldiers. The leadership will be, needs to be, cold as dry ice.
Now can we move on?
No announcement yet, but I’m sure the usual suspects, from professional race-baiters to Lamestream media (sometimes, one-and-the-same) are anxiously awaiting with promises of ratings and fame dancing in their heads.
Unfortunately, no blizzard in the weather forecast to put a pinch in the plans of performance art post-announcement.
So has Hurricane Race War made landfall yet?
— Juliette A. Ochieng (@JulietteAkinyi) November 24, 2014
Even as this is a minor tweak at Barry, the rather deferential tone is more like a kid trying joking with a favorite uncle rather than any kind of Truth to Power dissent.
The sheeple still maintain.
Is beauty worth commenting on?
(Hat tip sdferr in a test of my thoughts on putting comments into posts.)
Update! From our friend, Lee:
“When I was a youngster, my dad took an interest in botany. All well and good, except he wasn’t over his previous ( and perennial as it turns out) passion for photography, with predictable results.
I gotta tell ya, after looking at eighteen thousand pictures of the most beautiful flowers in the western hemisphere, one can get an itching to see a picture or two of a rock, or a dry patch of sand say. Something, anything, to provide some context, or perspective, or otherwise relief from an endless parade of exquisitely beautiful and diverse same old same old.”
Update! From our Darleen from our Heinlein:
“An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl she used to be. But a great artist–a master–and that is what Auguste Rodin was–can look at an old woman, portray her exactly as she is…and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be…more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her heart…no matter what the merciless hours have done to her. Look at her. Growing old doesn’t matter to you and me; we were never meant to be admired–but it does to them. Look at her!”