It was a dark and stormy night when I spied the enemy, that criminal, that eight-legged monster peering at me. Eight eyes watched me, staring into my soul, learning my secrets. Its tan color stood…
2020: In Summary
‘Scuze me, pardon me, if I may intrude I’ve got a question to ask, hoping I could ask you Seems like we’re falling apart Is there nothing we can do? Is this year gonna get…
Split Down the Middle
If you were to– let’s say, hypothetically– break your mother’s best vase while playing soccer in the living room, then decide that you actually wanted to play basketball and accidentally break it some more, then…
The Power of Police Unions
In my last post, I discussed the downfalls of the phrase ACAB (All Cops Are Bastards). The point is that it distracts from the real problem of policing– police unions. The issues don’t come from…
What is “ACAB”?
The term ACAB is an acronym for the phrase “All Cops Are Bastards.” (You may also have seen it as 1312: 1 = A, 2 = B, 3 = C) This does not mean that…
In Response to “BLM protesting isn’t the right way to do it”
The way I see it, protestors are just following the footsteps of our Founding Fathers. In the colonial days, America was being abused by Great Britain, right? Americans tried to peacefully work out a better…
Let’s Talk About Black Lives Matter
These riots have gone too far. It’s anarchy out there. From the perspective of black communities, it’s been anarchy for a long time. Burning and robbing small businesses does nothing except ruin the lives of…
Papá’s Story
We found out Tuesday morning– I was actually in class with my Spanish teacher when we got called twice. The first call, to my father, told him that Papá’s heart rate was slowing. I shut…
A Letter from the Japanese Internment Camps
What is it like to have your freedom so suddenly ripped from you? Dear James, I miss you. I miss our walks in the park and dates to the cinema. Ever since Executive Order 9066…
The Lives of Syrian Refugees (cont.)
With the closing of schools for the novel coronavirus, I had some extra time on my hands. I thought I’d go back and rewatch The Harrowing Personal Stories of Syrian Refugees, in Their Own Words:…
