His name is Mychal Moultry Jr. He was four years old. He was murdered.
Friday night, he was sleeping in his bed when bullets fired from the street came through a window, one entering his head. He was taken to the hospital, where he was placed on life support. He died Sunday. Another child victim of the 2021 Summer Olympics of Violence.
How many infants, toddlers, children, teens, adults, and elderly must die before this callous pitiless city says enough is enough? By Tuesday, Mychal Moultry Jr. will be just another dry statistic. Only his family will remember, grieve and mourn.
On Tuesday, Superintendent David Brown will hold a presser with friendly reporters. He will develop another failing plan, retooling, or whatever new word he comes up with. All he does is come up short.
The friendly news media will ask Mayor Lori Lightfoot softball questions about the weekend violence. By Tuesday evening, poof, the violent weekend will be forgotten, vanished, gone. The news media can go back to providing clickbait. The editorial boards will write their flakey, puff pastry editorials about nothing burgers.
Why are we wasting tax dollars on the mayor’s security detail when she has the best bodyguards in the city, the Chicago news media? They have her six, twelve, three, and nine.
There was a time in this city when the editorial boards and columnists would write scathing pieces about this level of violence. They were fearless and relentless. That time is long past. Outrage is passe. Relentless and fearless are antediluvian as the dodo bird. They must play nice so that they can get a cookie.
Where are all those publicity-seeking, fundraising activists and tens or hundreds of thousands of their zombie allies? Don’t children’s lives matter? There should have been a daily peaceful mass protests after the 4th of July weekend of violence.
Where are you, the citizens, paying the price of this violence in tax dollars and bloodshed? Where is your outrage at this vast municipal failure?
Who is in charge of this city? My money is on the criminals. They are winning.
The only people speaking for the dead are the street cops and detectives. Their leader is out to lunch. The mayor is too busy trying to prove she is right all the time. State’s Attorney Kim Foxx and the elected and appointed judges are doing what the Machine boss Toni Preckwinkle wants them to do, nothing. The alderpersons? Fuhgeddaboudit.
Over every ten minutes, a victim is shot and killed in Chicago. Almost every two minutes, a victim is shot and wounded. (HeyJackass) People are being robbed, carjacked, beaten, and violated regularly. It is getting worse every day. There is no safe.
There is no justice in Chicago. Lady Justice took a look around this junkyard, packed her bags, and sped out of Dodge. The door was not fast enough to hit her in the arse on the way out.
Our elected officials are epically failing us. The silence of the public and the news media is deafening.
Let Streets and San miss a garbage pick up, and the citizens will be up in arms. Potholes get more media attention than murders. Streetlights out? 311 and 911 get lit up with calls. After the first snowfall, dibs will be front-page news with photos, along with comedic columns for and against it. Children get murdered, meh.
Politicians constantly flap their soup coolers about Chicago values. Chicago has no values. Chicago is a cold, pitiless, heartless, amoral city. Chicago makes Sodom and Gomorrah look like paradise.
His name is Mychal Moultry Jr. He was four years old. He was murdered. No one cares. No one will remember his name. No one will speak for him. His life didn’t matter.
The Age of Ignorance and Pumpkin Spice
Published by pvbella on September 2, 2021From the time I was a small boy until my early teen years, my sainted mother always told me to never talk to strangers. It was the only good advice I remember her giving. It is the reason I am anti-social. The Chicago Police Department paid me to talk to strangers, even stranger danger. My attitude is, if a stranger wants to talk to me, they can pay me, buy me a drink, or a meal.
Like most sane, intelligent people (Cough, cough), I spent a lot of time alone during the COVID pandemic. Most of the time, I did not feel lonely. I stayed in my own bubble, fishbowl, or whatever you want to call it when I ventured out. I was happy in my cantankerous solitude.
During the lockdown, I took daily long walks, weather permitting. During the coldest winter days, I spent way too much time on the Internet or streaming videos. If it wasn’t for my phone, I would have been an ideal hermit. I could have emerged as a wandering shouting preacher of the coming rapture. Just look what is going around in this nation of dips**ts.
When things loosened up, everyone wanted to be a social butterfly. People wanted to chat about everything. What’s your name, what do you do, where do you live, are you married. single, divorced, gay, why are you here every day, on and on with questions. It is like the pandemic bred and trained a host of FBI interrogators. I started asking people for their credentials and if they were wearing a wire.
I had a lot of time to think, which in my case, is a dangerous proposition. Most of the news was terrible. I followed the Greatest Show on Earth, the circus in Washington. I kept a close eye on the comedy show in Chicago and Springfield. I concluded that politics is a s**t show, and the politicians are full of it. From the White House to the outhouse, it is all cazzate*.
Spending time on the Internet, I realized, social media is inhabited by angry, angsty teenagers from all age groups. Some middle-aged and older people make teenagers look happy. I found out a good portion of my city and the nation is inhabited and run by some of the dumbest best-educated people in the world.
From the anti-maskers, anti-vaxxers, anti-child vaxxers to those promoting a livestock dewormer to cure and prevent COVID. They will not get vaccinated to prevent the disease, but they will take Ivermectin to prevent COVID. It is Logic -100.
Since Fall is upon us, if I were a social media influencer, I would be a full-blown anti-vaxxer. I would promote pumpkin spice as a preventative and cure for COVID. People would be lining up to gulp, snort, or inject that crap. Ivy League-educated politicians from Bubbaland would be mandating it.
Pumpkin spice is readily available and does nothing to take away freedumb. The more the FDA or CDC condemned pumpkin spice, the more people would want it. They would trade everything, including sex, to get it. The drug cartels would start making and exporting it.
People ask me why I am so angry. I am not mad. Anger implies I have the power or control to change things. If I did, we would live in a fairytale world where unicorns run free, and there would be pumpkin spice for everyone.
I am more disappointed than angry. The only people who are trying to make a difference in this country do so in relative anonymity. They do what is morally required, feed and clothe the poor, take care of children, give hope to the hopeless, and love to the unloved. Politicians are useless. They are all talk and no action. They tout values and morals they do not have or believe in.
I have voted in elections for fifty years. From the local level to the federal level, every politician promised to change things to make our lives better. They changed nothing, did nothing, and continue to do nothing. There is no such thing as a good politician.
Now, if you will excuse me, I need to get to the stores and on the Internet to stock up and horde pumpkin spice. It will be my road to massive wealth. Pumpkin spice will rival cryptocurrency, and I want to be in on the basement floor.
*Bulls**t in Italian