Christian Street Gangs


I wonder what such an outfit would be like.


Do they pray over and bless "in the name of Jesus" their 9mm rifles when preparing to undertake a drive-by shooting?


Tithe 10% of the profits made from their sales of illegal drugs and weapons to the gang's ministry to ensure further "blessings" in their endeavors?


Will not partake in prostitution rings only because they involve "lust" and "fornication"? 


Have disgruntled ex-members slam them for obviously "not living up to Biblical principles"?

As long as I live I'll never understand this world I'm forced to live in.


In particular the infatuation with "fucking things up" everything seems to have.
And it's not just living creatures either.  I constantly have issues with material items and gadgets not following through on their proper functions, or just plain out doing something downright weird and inexplicable.


And when depending on them it can really turn everything on its ear.  And I can't stand it when things go wrong as such situations tend to be Sisyphean---turning into issues that are either insoluble or that have only temporary solutions.




                The above is my Musing For Today

Responsibility (Revisited)

We pretty much know the score:  We have to be totally accountable for our mistakes, our misdeeds, our oversights, whatever we damage accidently.


And if it's the other guy who makes a mistake, commits a misdeed, oversight, or damages anything in our custody, or if something falls apart on us due to shoddy workmanship or faulty inadequate repairs we're still the ones "at fault".  We're still the ones who'll have to be accountable for whatever's been "put on our watch".


Responsibility can often be a game of "Find The Hidden Turds".

Synergism

That's what made top-40 radio stations in the '60s so special.
And what enabled mankind to walk on the moon on at least three separate occasions.
Inspired and enthused like-minded individuals merging their efforts for the sake of a perceived all-important ends.


Of course after the Apollo program ended the space program degenerated considerably.
A lot of the reason is because of all the protests of "We can afford to spend millions to 'send a man to the moon' but we still can't solve any of our problems with racism, or economic disparity, or pollution of the environment".


The reason we can't get a handle on our social, economic and environmental ills is because those we put in charge of dealing with those issues are not of the same caliber as those who worked on the Apollo project in the mid-to-late-60s.
Instead of being unified and "loyal to the cause" they lack interest and enthusiasm for what they're doing.  There's interpersonal discord among them and their half-assed efforts seriously lack the essential symmetry needed for success in any kind of project or endeavor.
It's more than any "lack of adequate funding" dilemmas.

                                              Once Upon A Time


The 1930s.  The 1940s.   Into the 1960s and 1970s even.
The "golden age" of crime syndicates and the mafia.
The likes of Bonnie & Clyde and Al Capone was before my time.  Well before my time.


Lately the power and influences of the mafia and organized crime have pretty much waned.  You don't hear much about them anymore except in various forms of lingering folk legend.
The organized crime syndicates have pretty much been replaced by the modern-day minority street gangs: e.g. Crips, Bloods, and others of their ilk.



Racists will often cite the gangs and hip-hop culture as "proof blacks and non-whites are little more than a bunch of natural-born savages".
I have to find that brand of naivete amusing (never mind that such types are apt to act upon their myopically ideological notions).
They long for times past, when "blacks knew their place".  Like "things really started going to hell the more they took over everything".


Was American society "better" when Anglo sons, grandsons, and great-grandsons of western European immigrants had monopolistic domain over "structured domestic terrorism"?

                                                        Safety First?

I think I've finally figured out why American society has apparently outlawed mufflers on cars.

They could make cars really quiet if they wanted to.  But pedestrians strolling along and bicyclists cruising down the curb or on the sidewalks would never hear them coming when they, for example, make their sudden abrupt turns into the McDonald's parking lot to "get that 'most important in the world' Big Mac" via the drive-thru.
They'd "suddenly appear out of nowhere", and BAM!  That would be it!

So the logic is that if you can hear someone's vehicle from at least 5 miles away you can't miss them.
But still ...you always hope they'll miss you.

Pop Music Epitaph/Obit (another one)

Billy Paul
Best known for his 1973 hit the Kenny Gamble/Leon Huff-penned ME AND MRS. JONES.
A song whose lyrics are sort of along the same line as YOUR HUSBAND, MY WIFE.  Or ONE HAS MY NAME (THE OTHER HAS MY HEART).