Stories

Urban destruction scene with camera move and flying birds.

Today I’m going to do something a little different from what I normally do on here and give everyone a small taste of my creative writing for a change. I have done this before just not very often and I got bit by the writing bug again last night where I went full on freestyle in what can only be deemed a sort of real world reboot of Mad Max. Today I give you a piece of that opening, call it Chapter 1. This counts entirely as fan fiction I suppose. I hope you like it and I will be giving you more of this tale as time progresses.

The year is 2022 and the world is quite a different place than it used to be. Most of us who are left have banded together in separate groups for the safety in numbers that hiding alone can’t offer…..At least not from the other groups of raiders interested only in taking what others have. A few like who really don’t give a fuck have been wandering the wasteland alone taking in the mess of the whole thing. We never were allowed to get past the social distancing by the time the pandemic of 2020 had ended people had succumbed to a different disease altogether fueled by desperation and anger, the first of the raiders busting into people’s houses. Protests became skirmishes and outright terrorist attacks as the have nots decided that if they couldn’t have electric neither would the haves of the world. The grid went down and the world fell into a shitstorm of chaos that would follow. Even now I place the makeshift grave marker on the grave of the first person I have had a conversation with in almost 2 years…..Poor bastard….Me, not him…That son of a bitch left a steaming pile of thoroughbred horseshit of his own right in my lap before dying. Now…….

2 Days Before.

Found a nice natural gas well traipsing around in these mountains. Green living via necessity while many fought over what refined gasoline was left, the smartest one learned how to adapt engines for alternate and in many cases easier to obtain fuel sources….It’s what kept people like me out of many a deadly fights, that centered around the old crude way of doing things. What had once been gas stations became death traps after the grid went down. Pirates and raiders would keep watch on them for unsuspecting fools, naive enough to think finding a standing fueling station meant God was looking out for them…..Someone certainly was…And it certainly wasn’t God.
In the mountains you’re surrounded by kindling and generally safer in starting an honest to God fire as opposed to eating into your stores of canned heat. In my experience, the mountains housed the better people, not raiders, but survivors and they often allowed loners like me to pass, though it was never without risk, while ruled by better intentions the survivalist tribes were still paranoid as fuck. But today I was alone heating up the spring water for my morning coffee. Alone with my thoughts of life before the world went to shit…..My bad, my company was more dangerous than I thought. For people like me, the still moments can be worse than running into a pack of hungry raiders. I let her image flash through my mind. “Not today Goddamn it.” Stamping out the fire I decide it’s time to get back to the car, back on the move. Just a quick fill up and go, with no destination in mind, but no reason to be late getting there.

A few hours later….

I always found it hard to explain to people what happens between being a part of the civilized world and getting thrust into the natural world. Over time your body becomes wise to the situation and as it does your mind unlocks certain abilities you may never knew you ever had. Concentration at peak level, a sense of hyper awareness to your surroundings as you sleep in the open. And while you don’t necessarily sleep with one eye open you do reach a point when you can be both in a deep sleep, yet mentally aware of every tiny change in the physical world, a sound, a smell can have you up in an instant surveying the situation…..We spent so long trying to teach ourselves that we are something we’re not that when you first experience these things, it feels almost like you’ve gained superpowers when in fact they are just natural gifts that you forgot how to use or never were privileged enough to face anything that made you aware you had them in the first place….. And so it was I KNEW without knowing how I could that something was amiss as I approached the car…..That was when I met him…..Damn him for that by the way. The storm I would learn was coming by the knowledge of that dying bastard put me at a crossroads…..And also in the crosshairs of the type of crazy motherfucker you never want to deal with…One who’s crazier than even me. Not gonna lie I’m a little scared now…..Not gonna lie, I’m a little excited too.

I pointed my hand cannon in the rear window of my car where the sorry bastard knocking on deaths door lay in backseat. “Who the fuck are you and why are you in my car?” I asked. Barely able to raise his head to look me in the eye with his steely gaze he replied with the simplest of requests….”Help me.” He said. Deciding we were still safely tucked away in mountain militia territory I went ahead and set up camp after filling the tank and as I went to work to dress the stranger’s wounds from my stock of medical supplies, he shocked me with his refusal for the aid and told me to save my supplies because he already knew he was dying. Abashed, I could only stand and stare at the stranger. If not for his health, what then had he requested my help for? As night fell and I began to cook insisting that he at least accept a last meal if not medical aid, an old trait passed onto me from family who knew of harder times and would never let even a hated enemy die hungry before putting a bullet in them. He thanked me and told me his name was Madan and asked me mine. I met him with silence for a time before finally saying. “My name is Max.” It isn’t you know, but I had hardly had any contact with anyone, much less someone I knew in almost 2 years and with the world being as it was who was I to give a fuck what I or anyone else called me….We are past such trivial things.
“I’m CIA….or I was before Covid-19 turned the world upside down and everything went to Hell in a handbasket. They still exist you know…The government. They’re the equivalent of a skeleton crew protected by Last Outpost.” I had heard of this fairytale before, but never from someone claiming to be inside. Rumor had it as disease and infighting during Martial Law when the people first rose up took it’s toll on the military they had rounded their survivors up and retreated, content to allow the world to take care of itself, but the knowledge of government that still existed was a twist I hadn’t heard….Apparently their retreat had only been tactical, a way to learn the inner workings of the new world they had been presented with as they plotted to restore order. And so it was that spies had been sent out to infiltrate the various groups and factions of what was left of society. “I never imagined anyone like him could exist.” He said. “It’s like something out of a comic book or bad sci-fi 80’s film. He’s crazy, and he believes this world is better off ending. He even calls himself Lord Nihilist, Lord and Keeper of The Great Empty…He has been cultivating the virus from the dead and tinkering with it. He aims to unleash his new version in order to finish the job. I infiltrated their compound and he has managed to amass his own private army of cult followers determined to see his will done. He is not like the raiders. His mentality is singular and Hell-bent on ending all of humanity.” I struggled to take in what he was telling me. “Well look around, it’s not like we have much else going for us anyway.” I said. “Nor will we ever have the chance to have again if he manages to carry out his plan.” He replied……Did I say damn him? I meant DOUBLE DAMN HIS ASS FOR PLAYING THAT CARD. “What do you need my help with?” I asked. “I infiltrated them and was caught, they’ve been on me ever since I escaped…They finally delivered the death blow when they caught me hiding in a convenience store 6 miles up road. I shook them and stumbled on your car…I meant to steal it, but I can’t….I’m not going to make it. I need YOU. I need YOU to get this information to the Last Outpost. Lord Nihilist, his cult is huge, but not so huge that he doesn’t fear the outpost. They are the only thing that can stand in his way…I need YOU to get what I have learned to them.”


Morning comes and looking out over the horizon I see the dust rise from a caravan…..A hunting party of five vehicles. Something in my gut tells me they are looking for my new found friend. With urgency, I stuff his ass in my passenger seat and fire up the engine. “Which way is this outpost?” I ask. “EAST” He shrieks in agony as I fire up the engine and ride in the direction pointed. It isn’t long before we get spotted and the caravan abruptly changes direction to lock onto us. Dedicated I think to myself. There is no way for them to know I hold the person they are looking for yet on a whim they decide to leave no stone unturned in their search. They are closing. While safer in terms of not relying on standard gas this baby just doesn’t have the ass to outrun those gas-guzzling fuckers…Luckily I equipped this bitch with a few surprises of my own. Never have I been in this situation. Never has the opposing side ever made such a concentrated effort for a single ride and as I gain 5 tails, it dawns on me that I am in the shit now. I pop a release near the visor and suddenly my windshield becomes a bulletproof armored shield as the first of 5 approaches. Slamming hard on my breaks and ducking the hail of bullets that followed, the first of the caravan shoots ahead. Hitting a button on my dash a net of metal spikes fires from under my front bumper and tangles itself in the rear tires of my former pursuer causing their main rear-drive system to lose control as the speed and pressure cause the spikes to rip through their rear tires. I blast right through them as they spin uncontrollably in my path and their vehicle flips….One down.
There was no time to even adjust, the other 4 vehicles were closing in fast. Shots were fired pinging off the armor plating I had installed. Reaching out the window I flipped out a wing plate attached to the driver door as a bullet zinged past my arm. The closest was nearly on my back bumper, the passenger was crawling out it’s window a twisted visage of rugged black makeshift armor and black and white face paint. They were close enough now that even over the roar of the engines I could hear the driver as he half leaned out his own window firing his automatic and belting out an annoying war cry “Li, li, li, li, li, li, li, li, li”
Eyeballing all of this in my side mirror I took a shot with my hand cannon at the extended armor flap. The ricochet shot caught the driver just above his right eyebrow cutting off his war cry as he slumped back into the truck causing it to veer to the right making the passenger who was now on the hood drop to his knees to hang on. The truck had veered too suddenly for the car behind it to change course and clipping the back corner the truck took to the air throwing it’s armor-clad passenger a good 30 feet as it tumbled end over end. It would again get directly in the path of the car that just hit it only this time the car would not be so lucky as it was made to start it’s own flip roll. “HOLY FUCK! I DON’T THINK I COULD DO THAT AGAIN IN A MILLION TRIES!”……No time to celebrate the drivers of the remaining 2 cars deftly swerved around the devastation and was quickly bearing down on me.

“You never answered me back there….Will you do it? Will you get what I have learned to The Last Outpost?” My weak and dying passenger asked. “Now? We’re seriously having this conversation NOW? In case you’re too weak to notice what’s going on here we currently have two of your buddies barking up our asses as we speak. How about you let me focus getting us out of this mess before we cover saving the fucking world okay? These guys are good, their horsepower is better than ours and I’m almost out of fucking tricks here.” I retorted. At that moment both pursuers flanked us, I barely had enough time once I spotted to guns pointed directly at us to duck and again slam on the breaks letting them shoot past us. Sitting up again I saw that one of them was losing control…..apparently shooting while directly across from one another is a poor idea…Who would have thought? I hit the gas aiming to slam the swerving car in the ass to finish the job. While they had the better horsepower mine had the better armor rating and could survive what their fiberglass piece of shit couldn’t. Just as I was about to make contact, the other remaining vehicle took a page from my book and slammed hard on its breaks firing as we passed it. The bullets glanced off the car’s armor and instead of slowing I doubled down and kept the gas floored finally clipping the back corner of the swerving vehicle and upending it. It rode on two tires until it came to the side of the road crashing into the ditch line…..One left.

This could go on forever. I remember high speed chases that would go on for hours back when the world was normal. When there were five it was relatively easy for them to get in their own damn way. I just filled this bitch up, I have no intentions of burning all my fuel on this fucking chase. I had to end this. I had to make this a straight fight somehow. My senses were heightened, above even their new normal and I spotted an easily missed turn off. Banking hard right and knowing full well in the mountain regions this could well be a road better suited for 4 wheel drive which along with a lack of horsepower I did not have, I knew our pursuers didn’t either this could well force all of us to come face to face. In my mirror I watched as they overshot the turn off and I knew that may well give us the needed moments to set the stage. Just up ahead there was a turn around spot by a creek and I quickly pulled in and went to work aiding my passenger out and across the creek to a giant sandstone boulder on the other side. There we waited. Along with my hand cannon I had grabbed my sawed off 12 gauge that I had also replaced the wooden stock with a pistol grip. I called it the point and fuck up, for the damage it was capable of at close quarters. Sure enough for long our pursuers came along the dirt road and spotting the car, came to a stop. Four of them got out, all armed….Bad odds. “BROTHER! WHY DO YOU DEFY US?……YOU MISUNDERSTAND. JUST LOOK AT THE WORLD AND WHAT IT’S BECOME!…..ALL LORD NIHILIST WANTS IS FOR US TO FINALLY FIND PEACE…..AND REST….BY LEADING US INTO THE GREAT EMPTY AND THE FINAL SLEEP WHERE NO PAIN EXISTS! COME! LET US TALK!” As I sat observing this asshole and listening to his words I remembered what the man next to me had said. We will never get the chance to have anything again if this Nihilist was allowed to carry out his plan of restarting the virus anew….And improved upon…..The virus…….It was triggering inside me, I knew it the moment the memory of her face flashed before my minds eye……Let it. Let it because at your age four against one is generally a death sentence save for the ways the RAGE often became the equalizer……My breathing became heavy and audible as the tightness in my chest took hold. I heard in my mind what the doctor said……”She’s not recovering….I’m sorry” he said. “I have to see her.” I had replied in desperation. “Again I’m sorry son, that can’t be allowed, not under quarantine restrictions.” I started seeing red as I made the connection between that past agony and this group’s endgame……FUCK WAITING! I stormed out from behind the boulder, hand cannon raised and shot the furtherest to the left square in the face dropping him…..I was met with a hail of bullets but was beyond all ability to care, whether by shit aim, sheer will power, or divine intervention not a one would find it’s mark and I was close enough now that Point and Fuck Up was in it’s element, raising it I plugged one of the face painted bastards square in the chest, blowing him six feet backwards. They had registered that I was in hand to hand range before I did and the remaining two moved in having no time to reload. It was sheer instinct as I kicked the first approach square in the nuts and busted him in the face with my shot gun. The other had grabbed me but I knocked his arms aside dropping my weapons in the process recklessly and taking his collar delivered four fast headbutts directly to his face before driving my knee into his groin and with a handful of hair slamming his face another eight times into a fair sized rock on the ground. Blood gushed and flowed and I could care less when I was in this state. Turning to the final as he finally staggered to his feet, I again picked up my shotgun, but rather than fire I again swung the heavy metal of it’s frame and connected across his face dropping him…….”She’s not recovering.” That was all I heard even as I was half certain the lone survivor of our attackers was begging to be heard. I didn’t fire a shot, I only swung the shotgun at the man’s face repeatedly in a blind rage until there was nothing left but pulp and my arms were too heavy to raise and red dots danced across my vision until all that was left was the useless pain, the emptiness inside that haunted me, tightness in my chest and breathing as heavy now from exhaustion as what had triggered it…..I was another 15 minutes in this state before I realized how covered in blood I was…….The blood of my enemies.

“I saw what you were willing to do. The world is beyond judgment at this point past what we hold each other accountable for. Go to the lowlands in the south at the location I have written for you…..That is where my wife Ashanti is stationed…..She deserves to know what has become of me, but she can also guide you through the obstacles you will face when approaching the Last Outpost. Tell her I love her and that I gave my all to see us all have one more chance.” We sat by the campfire I had built. I was still reeling from my earlier episode and try as I might in the creek I still was covered in patches of blood that never washed away. I am in this now, against my better judgment, but I could not get her image out of my mind. If what this man was saying was true and after everything I had experienced so far I had no reason to believe otherwise…..I had to accept. Some part of me had to accept and chase what most had deemed only rumors. “I’ll do it.” I said……..Somewhere during the night my newfound companion passed on. I buried him not far from our camp, I felt a need to out of respect.

Now….. I look to the items my now dead companion had on his person and I steel my nerves as I look across a valley in the early morning sun. I had been given but a taste of what was to come on account of my choice…..Something in me simply could not let it go……So be it….It’s not like I have had much to live for, for some time now.

This is meant to be a lighter post than normal, but ironically I seem to have put it off until again I have to inform you that ten hours ago crowds were being broken up on Bourbon Street in New Orleans as the restrictions tighten up in the interest of squashing this bug that has swept in and taken the world by storm. Everyone knows it’s serious when Twitter, which is normally a political battleground between “Conservatives” and “Progressives” has seen most of everyone turn their attention to a far bigger enemy to the world than a reality TV star public official and on some level for that I am grateful. It’s almost like this thing is forcing us to break down certain barriers that have kept us going at each other nonstop for almost four years. As of yesterday it’s been reported that Louisiana has had 77 cases of Corona with a single death resulting from that. Bourbon Street being shut down makes things seem far worse than they are, but I feel it’s important to remind people that these are preventative measures at this stage. I wanted to note this because getting this information out there as fast as this virus spreads is likely to be as important a factor in bringing this historic mess to a close as making a vaccine. Here is the link to that recent news story. Cantrell Tweets Big Crowds Being Broken Up, Hash Tags Bourbon Street As Restrictions Tighten.

That’s it for the spooky news of current affairs. How about something a little more fun? A few weeks back I had decided that it was time to make my presence known on YouTube as I am getting back into the swing of things after a long hiatus and I had a little performance piece in mind when it was brought to my attention that Mardi Gras was happening the following week. Now I don’t know how many out there are aware of the term busking or what it entails, so I will tell you that it is the act of either performing on the street or posing with people for pictures that garner tips from those who appreciate giving them a memory to take with them. New Orleans has always been one of the biggest places for this type of activity and it was my thought to go during its biggest celebration of the year and try my luck at something I have never done before.

Setting out at 6am.

Getting in touch with an old work friend from one of the times I was down here before moving, I managed to get a ride all the way into New Orleans on Lundi Gras, The Monday before Fat Tuesday during the Mardi Gras celebration. Both as I entered the downtown area and I was left, I was met with the very sobering sight of the collapsed Hard Rock Cafe Hotel that’s debris still harbors the remains of two of the workers since there has been no safe way to retrieve them without putting even more lives in danger. It was quite the sight and not exactly what I would have wanted to see first thing as I was rolling into the biggest celebration of the city. I know I said no more spooky stuff, sadly it is unavoidable in life, but I promise, the rest is just good old fashioned fun…..After a while anyway..

By 9:25 am I was on Bourbon Street where I came to realize there were not many people at all. I had forgotten that, between the night before and the early morning clean up of the street and alcohol restock trucks that I would have a bit to wait. My intent in coming here was to make a little money, but not five minutes in I had already given a homeless lady a dollar she had asked for and another twenty minutes saw me cave into the restrooms for paying customers only stipulation of the few places opened that actually had one. Thirty minutes in I was already down thirteen dollars, it was not looking good, nor would it for the rest of the day. My mission failing, I decided let’s just take in the whole experience and not worry about the business aspect. From there the day went pretty well.

Near empty streets during Mardi Gras was not what I was expecting.
New Orleans bookstores remind me of Diagon Alley. They also remind me of what a fire hazard looks like.
Look Ma! Fake White Castle!
The Rarely captured backside of the St. Louis Cathedral, Where artists come to draw inspiration.
The fine window shopping fashion of The Trashy Diva. LOL
The world-famous House of Blues.
There the people are finally. From about 11 am onwards the streets started filling up.
But then I found it. The house in New Orleans, they call The Rising Sun….And that was it, I was RUEENED!!!!RUEENED I SAY!!!! Like the song tells us.
It’s not every day you get to watch a brave elderly lady celebrate her birthday……By riding a mechanical bull. It’s a good thing it was happy hour and I had a few Corona (The Beer of our Neighbors in Mexico, not the virus.) to adjust to what I was witnessing.
One of the many parades.
I could have sworn I had a better shot of the plastic five-gallon bucket drummer. Everyone has a gig in The Big Easy.
The face you make at the end of your half-successful day when an older lady who was a spitting image of Talia Shire grabs your backside and pretends to talk on her phone. Yo Adrian! What the Hell?!?!

So that was my day in a nutshell. I went with a dream of making some cash, left with far less than I came in with, but I saw a side of things that I don’t usually get to see. All in all, I can’t complain. It was a much-needed change of pace to my normal too quiet life. In afterthought, I could have done far worse, I could have come out of it far worse if what happened last night was any indication. And I think it will help to show everyone an idea of the normal we are seeking to get back to. It’s always good to know what you are fighting for.

It is a growing business that promises affordable accommodations, but is it really worth it? Sure bad things can happen anywhere but the thing that sets Airbnb apart from a standard hotel is how almost anyone, it seems, can become a host putting up customers in their home. A lot of perfect strangers sleeping in the same house is a recipe for bad things to happen. That is not just a statement of paranoia, it has been a proven fact time and again, Even as I write this a report came in nine hours ago of another murder at an AirBnB Chicago location and I will place the link to that story and many others in the course of this article for reference points. Man Found Dead After Shooting At Airbnb Party In BarringĀ 

In August of 2017, the company was sued by a guest for having been sexually assaulted by their “super host”. Airbnb Sued by Guest Who Says a Host Sexually Assaulted Her. This was an Airbnb California location in Los Angeles. Roundabout the same time this lawsuit was happening a 19-year-old was raped at an Airbnb Melbourne Australia location by yet another “super host” The man was convicted of said rape in December of 2019. Airbnb ‘superhost’ Rapes a 19-Year-Old Guest After Threatening To Leave a Bad Review If She Didn’t Get Drunk and Party With Him.

I could go on forever, virtually article after article dating back many years, the point is, Airbnb never acknowledged the genuine safety concerns. They never acknowledged the need to overhaul whatever process they use, at least not until the media attention for a mass shooting at another Airbnb California location that left 5 people dead on Halloween in 2019 became front and center. Airbnb Pushes New Safety Measures Days After Deadly Party-House Shooting.

New safety measures they say even though a Florida woman was murdered while on vacation at an Airbnb Costa Rica location by a former Airbnb security guard no less back in 2018. The trial for that one began in January of 2020, just this year. New safety measures, yet Just in January 2020 3 people were shot dead at an Airbnb Toronto location. Also in February 2020 a woman was fatally stabbed to death at an Airbnb San Hose location. On March 4th 2020 another Airbnb host admitting to killing his guest in Melbourne Australia.

Here are all the links to articles covering the above incidents.

Murder Trial Underway For Florida Woman Killed on Vacation.

This Was Not The First Time: Renewed Calls For Action After 3 Shot Dead at Toronto Airbnb.

San Jose: Man Charged With Fatally Stabbing Woman at Airbnb Home.

Airbnb Host Admits Manslaughter After Killing Guest Over Unpaid Bill.

The list is long and varied and ranges from the destruction of property, theft, sexual assault, outright rape, kidnapping, and murder, of both the individual and multiple varieties. Later I will show you two cases where discrimination plays in, with one of those posing a serious safety concern for an out of town actress and director attending a film festival hundreds of miles from home. For now, I think I have covered enough that a serious question needs to be entertained before going on. Why is Airbnb not being held to account? Before that company came along every bed and breakfast was its own business. They were treated like a business by the homeowners who took care in considering things like a location for instance. They have business licenses. Airbnb is a ragtag collection of anyone, anywhere who wants to make a buck opening their doors to perfect strangers and despite the screenings of both hosts and guests they claim to make and safety measures taken it is too loosely structured for a business that by its very nature sets an intimate stage for both perpetrator and victim. To say nothing of what any particular neighborhood maybe like at some of these locations. Because of this fact, every death, every sexual assault, rape, kidnapping is on that companies hands because nearly every crime that happens at an Airbnb, they facilitated by putting the perpetrator with the victim. They are nothing short of criminals under the guise of a legitimate business… And it’s irresponsible to let it continue, just as it is irresponsible for companies such as Expedia, Hotwire, Travelocity and the like to enhance the problem by promoting their listings rather than scrapping them on account of the risk. There are 1000’s, literally 1000’s of cases with Airbnb providing the location for it to take place in. When is it ever going to be enough?

Okay, last point. Airbnb and the ugly issue of discrimination. Here is a case from June of 2019 that was caught on camera where a host harassed her five guests using racial slurs before kicking them out at 2am in the morning in New York… Which I am certain is just a fabulous place to be stuck outdoors in the early morning hours. That group managed to get new accommodations right away thankfully, nevertheless, I state again these hosts, are not required to be B and B oriented, they aren’t business owners, they are just hired renters that need only pass whatever flimsy screening system that Airbnb has in place. The title of this link might offend you, so fair warning, I tend to use the title of the article to link you to the source. See It: Airbnb Host Asks Black Guests ‘Which Monkey is Gonna Stay on The Couch?’ Before Kicking Them Out.

The last story I will direct your attention to under the Airbnb and discrimination category happened this past Tuesday again in San Jose California. In this particular case, a filmmaker who was in town attending the Cinequest film festival for the premiere of their latest film was put out by her host on account of how she dressed, which you will see in the article of the outfit worn was maybe the host had an issue with bright colors… Who knows, it actually was not very revealing at all. All the same, she found herself stuck with a situation of not knowing where she could go and not being familiar with the area, a valid safety concern for a 12 day stay in a place over 300 miles from home. She has been set up in a hotel until today. Now it was just announced yesterday that the film festival is shutting down its second week on account of the Corona virus scare so she will only have tonight to worry about and hopefully they just let her stay put, but again, it never should have come to this in the first place and likely wouldn’t if Airbnb were more responsible with who they allow to be hosts under their companies banner. Here is the link to that article before I give my closing thoughts on all I have researched since taking this article on. Actress Jessica Cameron Sent Packing By San Jose Airbnb Host Over Her Clothing

Dear Readers, it the humble opinion of The Unspoken Ethic that Airbnb is grossly reckless with the safety of both it’s hosts and it’s guests. I think what the company had was a great idea, in theory, but in practice, it really has facilitated crimes by the 1000’s that otherwise may never have happened if that company did not exist. We’re not talking a shooting a Walmart supercenter here, Airbnb literally has put the lives of both it’s hosts and guests at risk and heartbreakingly more cases than there should ever be, with tragic results. I know everybody wants to praise the way it has ‘revolutionized travel’ and all those cute little corporate buzz phrases, but it does not change the reality that 2020 is not the era to run a business where anyone can open their doors to just any perfect stranger any more than it is an era suitable to sleep in the home of a perfect stranger, as I have repeatedly said, they signed up with an app, they didn’t get a business license to operate like legit bed and breakfast places have. We really need to start thinking about how we hold businesses such as this to account.

Every single election we go out to the polls. We do it with grievances. We do it with a sense of hope. We do it because we expect the people we elect to office can be responsible enough to make decisions that impact our lives and the lives of our neighbors. That is NOT an unreasonable expectation to have given the levity of the positions we put these people in. I have been noticing however, an ever growing and disturbing trend among our leaders.

This trend, is really nothing new to the game of politics. I have stated previously that watching election ads is rather akin to watching a pro wrestling promo. The patriotic music in the back ground, the testimonies of other well known politicians vouching for the candidate, the “What I can do for you that the other person can’t”…or in a lot of cases, the smear that dares to ask, if the opponent is really someone you want representing you. It’s SPECTACLE, and it doesn’t, nor has it ever been confined strictly to elections. Part of the problem many voters note is how politicians will talk a big game, but then fail to deliver on the goods.

There are many reasons for this. In a lot of such cases if the action would center around a hot topic of debate that has voters divided, there then becomes a risk to the all important seat of power for a political party. Any solution could put that seat in jeopardy for the number of voters who would be against it, and so they TALK a BIG GAME and put the minds of one section of voters at ease on the idea that their representatives actually are thinking about the issue that concerns them, while keeping the other section at bay by not actually DOING ANYTHING about it. As of late that natural element of SPECTACLE in politics has started reaching, in many cases, new LOWS.

Now that I have set the stage of the topic at hand I want to take you back a few months to, a post I put up here in April. In full transparency of my previous take on the topic, here is the link to that post for you to view.

HB481 Georgia vs Hollywood:The Heartbeat Bill

In the course of that post, I stated that, in the past, I had tended to side with the Pro-Choice side of the argument and I stated why. I will not repeat that part here. What had earned my approval of this bill, were couple points.

First, it addressed many points from both sides of the abortion debate, which I found impressive because, unlike standard political fare, it was willing to tackle one of those HOT DEBATE TOPICS with actual policy. With the current mentality of zero tolerance, or compromise, I found HB481 to be something people could look to, if shown in practice, that could walk back that destructive mind set.

Second, While there was an intent based in moral, the bill itself followed far more of a scientific stance. We saw the bill utilize reasoning based in medical science. We saw the bill offer an additional incentive in the form allowing the expected mother to claim an unborn child for tax purposes, which has the potential to really help financially at a time when it would come in handy, something that could not be done without law recognizing an unborn as an individual.

Like most things in politics, it was prone to the SPECTACLE. Already gaining the ire of Hollywood celebrities, within days of being officially signed into law, many other such bills began springing up in different states across the nation. These bills, in virtually every case, failed to consider the argument from both sides of the debate. The end result was what appeared to be a massive push to eradicate abortion and encourage the overturn of the Roe v Wade decision of the Supreme Court. This decision, I might add, would have the potential to prevent abortion even in cases where the mother’s life is in danger and without gurantee of the child’s survival. In other words, every extreme that has always made me side with the Pro-Choice end of the debate.

Even in that flurry of bills that surfaced, I stood in defense of Georgia’s Heartbeat Bill, often arguing the points where it was greatly different from the others that it was being lumped in with. What I started noticing, was that my own sentiments were not being mirrored, as far as I could find, from the state of Georgia itself. While it is perfectly understandable for a state to not come across as telling other states how to run, doing so would not be a requisite for explaining how your state’s bill is different from those it is being mistaken as being similar to. This, one would think, would also be a wise move, if your intent had in fact been to find the working balance in a hot debate topic in the form of policy. Again I state, if there was such an occurrence, I wasn’t finding it and the SPECTACLE, became that of a great push to eradicate abortion.

HB481 is now law, along with other new abortion bills that have no interest in hiding their intent. My faith in Georgia was shaken, but it actually was not until this very morning, the morning of 7/21/19 that would encounter, what was for me, the straw that broke the camel’s back. Remarkably, though not surprisingly, it was another instance of SPECTACLE in politics, that had nothing to do with abortion, though it did involve a representative of Georgia’s State government.

Enter the seemingly endless fight, between Democrats and Republicans at the Federal level. For weeks we have Democrats squabbling among themselves, before a series of Tweets from the president created yet ANOTHER SPECTACLE. A SPECTACLE, that has seen the people who despise him, once more call out the dreaded war cry of racist. A SPECTACLE that has his supporters giving him praise for the “CLEVERNESS” of drawing attention away from the Raise The Wage deal introduced by House Democrats to raise minimum wage in America, while keeping the focus on the progressive lot in congress, who are keen on creating their own SPECTACLE around their own social media campaigns while that campaign and any investigations they do, ultimately FAILS to bring anything to the House floor in the form of policy, even as the president recently signed into being a change in Asylum policy that would prevent people from passing through other countries that offer asylum to come seeking it in America. Sounds convoluted, I know. What it does not change is the fact that even if you wanted to claim that it was racially motivated, a deterrent for seeking Asylum from those passing through multiple countries, would in theory decrease the number of people to be detained by stripping them of their reason for trying and thus alleviate the inhumane conditions caused by overcrowding.

There it is folks, agree with the change in Asylum policy or not and what it does not CHANGE, is that, as POLICY, it is a more solid move towards decreasing the inhumane conditions of detainees at our border than MONTHS of investigation and propaganda pushing on social media. I might also add that in spite of months of investigation and social media ranting, we saw it take only 2 days for this progressive lot to present a resolution on the floor of the House urging congress into action over the president’s string of tweets. Clever I will admit. There is however another stark and grim reality around it and we saw that in the form of a “Send her back” chant from the crowd at one of the president’s rallies a couple days back. A chant that had THE PEOPLE at each other’s throats. A chant that even many of the president’s own party refused to support, which in turn saw the president denounce it….Even as he stood smiling throughout it’s duration. It’s the X-Factor in political power plays through SPECTACLE and the manipulation of what we see and know and react to as a people. It is the EFFECT that SPECTACLE has on the people themselves.

Following that rather chilling display at the president’s rally, a Georgia State representative, Erica Thomas hits social media with a claim that a white man told her to go back where she came from. A grim look at how SPECTACLE inspires the actions of The PEOPLE. That was yesterday, amid a slew of Tweets trending the hash tag #IStandWithErica on Twitter……..This morning a different story is being told. The man, who, considering he and Erica were standing side by side arguing on camera as the story unfolded, was apparently the ACTUAL MAN from the altercation. A Cuban- American, Democrat and claimed staunch Anit-Trump person. The altercation, as it turns out was a simple dispute over the use of the express checkout line at a store and apparently no racially charged comments were used….. SPECTACLE….Feeding off of SPECTACLE.

So, a blatant lie. A Hate Hoax in a year that has now seen TWO such incidents, this time by a member of the Georgia State government. I have to tell you in all honesty; when I see a member of any government, just basically promote a sense of civil unrest among the people for the sake of it, through SPECTACLE, I lose trust in that governing body and it’s decisions.

In a country where there ARE people screaming “Send Her Back” and people having melt downs at the sight of HATS…. An article of clothing. A country that I fully expect to see more fist fights at polls during the 2020 Election than at any point in our history on account of the emotional instability all this SPECTACLE is causing, It all begs the question. What is this, ANY OF THIS, doing FOR the American people? What does making factually erred Tweets for attention and presidential candidates urging big tech to silence political rivals REALLY DOING FOR US? I will close on this note. If WE don’t start doing more to COUNTER all of this SPECTACLE in politics, it will DROWN OUT EVERYTHING, we were always taught to be proud of and everything we have always been taught people made grave sacrifices for in the CACOPHONY of the NOISE and the QUAGMIRE of the FALL OUT. It will drown these things out, as assuredly as it has whatever the ORIGINAL INTENT may be behind any of these TACTICS.