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The Ray/Lee Files VIII: IT’S NOT A COINCIDENCE

In the past at my first blog “What You Are Laughing At” I had begun to chronicle the criminal histories of people, usually men, with the middle names of RAY or LEE.  We know many of their middle names due to the media making DAMN sure they identify the correct person, and not ruin the life of some poor John Gacy; Competitive Candy Artist.

For your consideration:

“The 55-year-old Renee Ray Curtiss will be sentenced April 24 in for the 1978 killing of Joseph Tarricone at a home near Puyallup.”

“Lonnie Lee Johnson was freed Monday after spending more than 1 1/2 years behind bars. He was accused of stabbing to death Jessie Drungo, 23, in a Kent parking lot during a scuffle that may have had racial overtones.”

“King County prosecutors expect to file a murder charge by Thursday against Deon Lee Fillmore, 21, said spokesman Dan Donohoe. Meanwhile, a judge has ordered Fillmore held in King County Jail on $1 million bail.”

Still not on board…
Okay S-finger…

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Moving on…
I’m not sure if it’s the brevity of the name, or perhaps the fact that people with those names may very well have been named and raised by mono-syllabic-preferring parent(s)… but more than any other middle names in society I would bet a Coors Light Dirty 30 on Lee or Ray being more correlated to violent crimes than any other two names.

Let’s not forget the Arizona freakshow shooter, Jared Lee Loughner.

And it’s happened again.

This nightmare ended today with the safe return of a kidnapped 5 year-old boy.  He was kidnapped off a schoolbus last week in Alabama by a gun-wielding psycho…
“He is doing fine,” Richardson told reporters at a late-night news conference. “He’s laughing, joking, playing, eating.”

Dale County Sheriff Wally Olson had no new details about Ethan’s rescue, and when asked if the boy saw his abductor, 65-year-old Jimmy Lee Dykes, killed during the rescue operation, Olson replied, “He’s a very special child. He’s been through a lot, he’s endured a lot.”
Crazy dude with a gun and anti-government views.  Nut with a gun threatening children’s lives, HE HAD RUN HIS COURSE AND ARRANGED A VERY EXPENSIVE SUICIDE.  

Next up, the story of Chris Kyle’s death, one of the most-decorated snipers in US Military history. (from Yahoo.com’s The Lookout)
“I would love for people to be able to think of me as a guy who stood up for what he believed in and helped make a difference for the vets,” he told the Texan News Service. “You know, somebody who cared so much about them that he wanted them taken care of.”

That mission was tragically cut short on Saturday when Kyle and another man were killed at a gun range in Central Texas. Police said former Marine Eddie Ray Routh, 25, shot the men, who reportedly were spending the day with Routh in an effort to help with his post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD).”

Two sad stories, one with a happy ending.
So if you know anybody with the middle name of Ray or Lee, just do the right thing and call the cops on ’em.

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Comment Please

It’s a basic human right that if you have the ability to express yourself, you should be able to express yourself without fear of tyrannical, violent downforce, be it Governmental, Societal, or Cee-Lo.  For real, tho.  However, a growing number of people in society have confused “Right To Speak” with “Cannot Be Judged,” and “Should Not Be Reprimanded Whatsoever.”  These people are either immature, overly-self-empowered, or a high-functioning mentally handicapped (MH) person.  Many of them are probably still in High School, or (insert enemy political party here).

If you want to see what our society really feels, just go to any news story online that allows comments, make sure the story is about politics or has a person of an ethnicity that isn’t WASPy, and have a field day.  Stopping short of using the “N-word” doesn’t show a person is intelligent and well-mannered; it only shows they WANNA USE IT, but aren’t sure if anybody’s got their back.  In the previous paragraph I held back from saying “Retard” because that does offend some people, although I think you can call other people “retarded” if you have a diagnosed (and somewhat obvious) form of what was once referred to as “retardation.”  I would say it’s funnier for a MH to call somebody a “retard,” though not as call as when Daquan calls you “his N-word.”  If he called you his “retard,” that’s a bit much, unless Daquan himself is MH’ed, then he’s probably racist.

So when those comments are posted, or the comments people post on that Instagram picture of your first attempt at rose water-infused, gluten-free competitive cheesecake, make you feel like, golly, you could just rip the fucker’s face off and powershit into their now-lipless mouth-hole, WHAT CAN YOU DO?

  1. Call ’em out.  Fight back a little and defend yourself.  Don’t get defensive, just state your case.  Let their names be known, if you can.  Anonymity is the One Ring That Binds internet comment trolls.
  2. Ignore it.  Lots of trolls out there, who are just trying to start crap and truly have nothing better to do than try and start internet fights.  They breathe in life from making a point of taking time to crap on whatever they can find to crap on.  They have very little originality to offer.  It happens, shrug it off.
  3. Go all-out and get in the fray.  Fire off every word you can think of for every negative comment and let people know you are NOT messing around on your comments section.
  4. Pick Your Battles.  Not everything is worth going to the mat for.  Know what’s off-limits, and let people know, and if they don’t censor themselves, see #3.  Remember the first person to use CAPS LOCK in their reply, loses.

Instead of shrugging off everything, mix it up.  Keep people guessing.  Ignoring stuff is the ultimate self-empowerment.  Some folks, however, do it in real life and that’s inexcusable.  I’ll address how to handle public judgment of others in a future post.  Save yourself the hassle and just buy a boat horn right now, though.

Just remember… fighting on the internet is like being in the Special Olympics…
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Helicopter Parents & GroundPatrol Kids

There are some play areas in public places that are designed for kids around ages “Crawling well-to-4’ish.”  They’re based pretty much on a height limit, usually noted by a body-part of a cartoon animal.  “If you can suckle from this giraffe, your involvement is a gaffe!”  Some-such…  and the parents for the most part aren’t really governing the situation.  There’s always a kid who’s too tall and too weird for the joint who’s probably just on his parent’s last nerve.  That’s why there’s a Lego store.

I take our oldest guy (2.5 yrs) to a few of these places every 6-8 weeks, depending on the weather and time of day.  He likes it enough to not want to leave after 30minutes, and it tires him out, builds coordination, gives him a healthy dose of interaction, etc.  Also causes me minor panic attacks.  Usually the joint’s overrun with kids, the way it oughtta be, and a packed airspace of “Helicopter Parents.”  They act as labeled – hovering within feet of their kid’s activity, constantly voice-guiding their child like a sonar ping.  “Aiden!  Don’t hang on the lighthouse parapet.  Aiden!  Not YOU, sorry, AIDEN MAXIMUS… NO, NOT YOU, GAAAH!  Maddie go get your br… sorry, MadeLINE, go get your brother.”  Even better when one kid has 2 parents and a grandparent hovering around, 1 directing while 1 captures burgeoning narcissism and the other documents flowering misanthropy on smartphone cameras.

The worst of the Heli-parents are the Heli-Sippers. Fresh into the play area with knee-high kids running around, what better way to enjoy it than with a steaming-hot, freshly made latte in-hand?  Oh, even better, stare at your phone amidst the cacophony of Figure-8 Racing that is a toddler’s play area!

Next-worse are the asshole parents of the asshole kids stuck along the perimeter, phone-thumbing their way through social media while IN A COMPLETELY CROWDED PUBLIC SPACE.  Their kid is the one on top of the foam boat, purposely but passively giving kids the kick-back while screaming “I am the CHAM-PEE-ONNN!”  Actually, Cade-aid-maximaden, you are 9 years old and need to get your ass off the boat before I engineer a slip-off.  It’s always a boy, he’s usually got red hair or a big head, and his parents haven’t had him tested to see which chromosome caused the 11th-14th toes.

Nobody ever says anything.  Ever.  I am beginning to.  I’ve told kids who push other kids “You’re not a very nice little boy, are you?”  They don’t like that.  Or “You shouldn’t push kids, or they will push you.”  Huh, what?  Responsibility?  Accountability what?  My son doesn’t touch other kids, but he is telling them now “It’s MY turn” and they move and he says “Thank you” and then won’t go down the F’ing slide and I look like my kid’s scared of everything.

I’m not perfect, soooo far from-far-from perfect.  But I am trying to teach my oldest to stay out of other kid’s faces, no pushing, and to verbalize what he’s feeling.  Ain’t easy.  Eventually a kid from another country will not like his tone and knock him down.  Then that kid’s dad will get thrown in a garbage can.  StealthFighterDad among Helicopter Parents.  I will drill you from high above in the play area. Then I will sanitize my hands with foamitizer and get a cupcake.  Because America.

Be present.  Say something. Parent, as a verb.

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Review – Tom’s Of Maine Toothpaste – Adults & Kids

I’ve been screwed a number of ways.  Besides the traditional screw-job (voter’s remorse), I often get screwed by products.  In this instance, my wife has purchased 2 versions of Tom’s Of Maine’s toothpaste.  Our first purchase was a few years ago.  That tube of colorless gel lingered, 7/8ths full, for well over 8 months.  She bought it out of concerns while pregnant, in that everything entering the home and/or her body must be of the utmost naturalness.  Once she broke down and mowed through a chili cheesedog and fries at the Mel’s Diner in Hollywood… stupid asshats at the Ben Harper show behind Jimmy Kimmel Live! kind of drove that decision.  But, I digress…

The adult version we had was the Flouride-free, anti-plaque and whitening tubal.  Just found out there’s a “Fennel” flavor, if you’re not getting enough licorice in your post-coffee mornings.  This didn’t work for us.  While expecting a mouth feeling fresh, or at the very least, free of residue, OPPOSITE DAY!
The lack of enough flavor is actually a flavor.  It’s where your nose thinks “mint” but your mouth is all “did I just think mint?”  So your olfactory and taste senses immediately disagree and walk off to the corner.
What you’re then left with is the feeling in your mouth of what may be slug gel.  It’s a clear gel but somehow still kind of gritty.  I’m not sure if it curdled after a while, but I’m wondering if we should have kept it as an option of recaulking some tub & tile corners.  Never finished the tube.

So, following a tradition of Hoping Against Knowledge, my wife recently bought Tom’s Children’s Flouride-Free Toothpaste.  Now we’re out about $8 on these products.  My 2year-old son is staunchly anti-Tom’s.  When he finished grimacing at the taste of it and jabbing at my eye with is tiny, adorable toofbert (his word), he began gnawing at the door trim to remove his teeth.  After calming him down with some Thomas & Friends on SproutTV, we dry-brushed his teeth, and used the rest of the toothpaste to fill nailholes in our crownmolding.

So anywho, no thanks, Tom’s.  I don’t know if Maine’s lacking a variety of toothpastes, but these just ain’t gonna do the trick.
Perhaps at least SOME animal testing, perhaps on humans, would help.

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