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More Sexy Than Kokomo!

Feeling libidinous?

If not, you’re an odd Bloomingtonian. At least acc’d’g to the latest Movoto poll which lists our town as the third sexiest place in Indiana.

I suppose that’s like being named the third most powerful Democrat in Texas or the third best player on the Philadelphia 76ers.


I mean, LaFayette is considered a sexier place than this megalopolis. And we just barely edged out Kokomo.


Yes, Kokomo.

Movoto, in case you didn’t know (and I’m fairly confident you didn’t) is a real estate relocation website, whatever than means. A lightning-quick and cursory scan of the site (the only possible kind of scan I could bear) shows it to be, by and large, an advertisement for every single metropolitan area in this holy land. So, if your tyrannical boss wants to transfer you to the branch office in Paint Lick, Kentucky, you go to Movoto to see what the amenities and attractions are there. (In case you’re interested, the answer is none.)


Yep, There Is A Paint Lick

So, this poll finds that the hot, sweaty, and panting burg of Evansville is the sexiest place on the IN map. Why Evansville? Well, again acc’d’g to Movoto:

This city was sexy in the seediest and best possible way. It had a ton of adult stores and adult entertainment, lingerie shops, and the nightlife was hard to beat.

In other words, it’s the state’s capital for businesses catering to lonely men furtively slipping into adult bookstores for a quick yank.

Sexy, eh?

B-town, as far as I can determine, is home to only one such establishment, College Adult Books just north of downtown. Sheesh, if only we had ten more places like that, we could be the sexiest place in Indiana.

Cops: You’re All Being So Mean To Us

For a bunch of supposed tough guys who won’t take shit from anybody and who, presumably, will shoot you at the slightest provocation, cops often are sensitive little flowers.

The top man at the St. Louis Police Officers Association gasped and held on to a nearby chair when five members of the St. Louis Rams ran onto the field Sunday with their hands raised, a show of support for protesters of the Michael Brown assassination.


Hands Up

Brown, if you recall, was reputed to be holding up his hands when Ferguson police officer Darren Wilson emptied his gun at him in August.

The assoc. said:

The St. Louis Police Officers Association is profoundly disappointed with the members of the St. Louis Rams football team….

SLPOA business manager, Jeff Roorda, apparently suffered the vapors in reaction to the players’ display. The Assoc.’s statement added:

Roorda was incensed that the Rams and the NFL would tolerate such behavior and called it remarkably hypocritical.

Roorda said:

The SLPOA is calling for the players involved to be disciplined and for the Rams and the NFL to deliver a very public apology.

Funny thing is, the SLPOA doesn’t even represent the cops of Ferguson. It’s the labor organization for officers of the St. Louis Metropolitan Police Department. I could understand if Wilson’s stationhouse confrères were rallying around their buddy but it’s doubtful any SLPOA member even knew who he was before he became notorious for mistaking Brown for Hulk Hogan.

That “blue brotherhood” thing, though, is stronger than most other ties in this world.

As of yet, neither Darren Wilson nor the Ferguson PD, the St. Louis County prosecutor, anyone from the St. Louis police, or any other officers, sheriffs, deputies, or marshals in Murrica have said it’s a damned shame this kid had to be killed. Even if they believe Darren Wilson’s actions to be justified, isn’t it still a bitch that the kid was gunned down and left to die in the street and then his body left on the pavement in full public view for four hours?

And, in case there wasn’t enough fuckery here, Jeff Roorda himself, apparently, had been a less than exemplary police officer in his day. Before becoming the Assoc.’s biz boss, Roorda was fired by the Arnold PD for lying to superiors and falsifying police reports of arrests and incidents. He also has fought tooth and nail against police transparency advancements.

No matter, though. He was highly offended by the actions of those five football players. That’s a real crime in his book.

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Repair Work

Everybody and his brother and sister is going to suggest fixes for Ferguson, Missouri, and for that matter this entire holy land in the wake of the scuffle, shooting, killing, riots, investigation, grand jury decision, and riots redux of the last four months there.

Only one needs to be implemented. I’ll reveal it at the end of this post.

That’s Different

From CNN online

Unless that someone else is an unarmed black kid who reminds me of Hulk Hogan.

Vision Test

What did Darren Wilson see when he looked at Michael Brown that August afternoon in Ferguson?


“… [I]t looks like a demon…” that kicked up… “a cloud of dust behind him…” as he ran from Wilson’s police cruiser. This demon then stopped fleeing and “… turns, and when he looked at me, he made like a grunting, like aggravated sound and he starts, he turns and he’s coming back towards me.”


Wilson began unloading his revolver in the direction of this grunting demon. He fired and fired and fired some more yet the demon kept coming at him. Wilson had no idea how many times he shot Michael Brown. “I just know I shot it,” he told the grand jury.

He shot it.


What did Darren Wilson not see that afternoon in Ferguson when he took the life of Michael Brown?

A human being.

The Fix

Here’s what needs to be done:

It should be the priority of every law enforcement agency in the nation to make sure each and every one of its officers sees young black males as human beings.

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The Real Story

I haven’t posted since Monday because…, well, I didn’t feel like fighting with people about Darren Wilson.



Those of you who frequent these parts can imagine how I feel about the decision not to indict. And if you can’t figure it out, then you don’t know me at all.

I do want to point out a second issue surrounding the summary execution of Michael Brown, though, one that not many people are talking about as our news/entertainment complex plays up the story as purely white v. black. The racial thing, you know, fits in nicely with a TV news narrative model that exists solely for pitting us against them, whoever us or them is.

TV doesn’t do westerns anymore. When I was a little kid, TV was just coming out of a phase wherein westerns were on every night of the week and on all three networks. Westerns were perfect for simplistic mortality plays: good guys and bad guys; clearly defined moral positions; no subtlety or nuance. Ben Cartwright was a good man and that’s all there was to it. Marshall Dillon, too. And a bunch of other white guys whose names I forget.

The outsiders who came to town to stir up trouble were evil, through and through. And at the end of the hour Ben or the Marshall would have restored order and defeated the devil.

Now we have TV “news” channels which have less to do with news and pretty much everything to do with the Marshall Dillon dramatic template. Either Ted Cruz or Elizabeth Warren is the marshall — take your pick — and the rest of the world is the evil outsider. When TV finds the need to dip even lower into the muck, the anchors, the reporters, the wits and the wags set up black guys or white guys as the evil outsiders.

Either Darren Wilson is a cold blooded assassin or Michael Brown is a rampaging thug. Simple. Black and white on a couple of levels.

While we’re picking sides, we’re losing sight of what really happened on that street in Ferguson last August and in the St. Louis County press conference Monday night.

It took a true outsider, a Brit writing for Bloomberg online, to put the whole months-long drama into perspective. Clive Crook wrote Tuesday:

I don’t think it’s much of an exaggeration to say that the lesson from Ferguson is that, in the US, if you get into an altercation with a police officer, he’s within his rights to kill you.

Are you scared yet? If not, why not?

The New American Sacrament

Let me attach an addendum to Clive Crook’s observation. Now that millions of Murricans have the right to sashay around in public with their guns holstered or shouldered, with a huge number of us living in states with Stand Your Ground Laws, and in light of the Trayvon Martin execution, a more accurate summation is If you get into a scrap with anybody, he or she has a right to shoot you.

So don’t be surprised if I or some other wag can write within the next five or so years, If you are in the presence of anybody, he or she has a right to shoot you.

This holy land’s most sacred object now is the bullet.



Fighting Cops

It can be said — and I’m one of the ones saying it — that Michael Brown was a dope for fighting a cop. Not that being a dope is a capital offense but, still, it’s the wise person who understands s/he shouldn’t play tag on the expressway. There are certain pursuits and endeavors that invariably come to no good end.

On the other hand, literature and lore is chock-full of characters who’ve been celebrated for refusing to knuckle under to the authorities. Here’s a list of people who’ve fought or fled cops — even to the point of using firearms — and become heroic figures because of it. The list includes both real and fictional characters.

The list goes on and on.

One of my favorite authors is PG Wodehouse, the British humorist of Bertie and Jeeves fame, who moved to the US in 1947 and became a citizen here eight years later. In his stories and books, Wodehouse regularly makes references to one young upper-crust character or another who has landed in jail for the wink-wink crime of punching a policeman, stealing his helmet, or resisting arrest.

Cop fighting was a stock in trade storyline in the works of Damon Runyon and Ring Lardner.

If one studies English language myth and literature, one might conclude that the person who slugs a cop, runs from a cop, or somehow spits on the badge is a rare hero who, unlike the rest of us, has courage and grit and is truly alive.

Now, though, cop fighters are dead.

One More Thing

Mr. Fish

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