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    • The Wonderful Criminal World

      Posted at 3:52 pm by kayewer, on January 27, 2024

      If you follow the news, you may have read about a capital punishment case which was the first of its kind. Since the death penalty is such a volatile topic, I will try to describe this plainly. Be prepared to react emotionally to what you’ll read, regardless of how you may feel about the subject.

      On March 18, 1988, two men named Kenneth Smith and John Parker were hired by a man named Billy Williams to commit a murder, and they set out to do their job. A cleric named Charles Sennett Sr. was having an affair and was desperate to collect insurance money on a policy he had taken out to settle debts, and knew that the death of his wife, Elizabeth, could be an easy ticket to obtaining the funds. Smith and Parker went to the home and stabbed Elizabeth to death, inflicting wounds to her neck and torso, and she was beaten with a metal object.

      When Sennett was questioned, he recognized one of the hitmen’s names and visibly turned red, giving himself away; shortly thereafter, he shot himself while seated in his vehicle, ending his life.

      The original hired hitman, Williams, died in prison in 2020 while serving a life sentence for his role in the crime. Parker was executed by lethal injection in June 2010. Smith was convicted and originally sentenced to death by a jury, which was overturned by appeal, then sentenced to death by a judge during the second trial.

      But the process of executing somebody has some drawbacks. Apparently physicians cannot be asked to perform the administration of intravenous lines for the purpose of execution by lethal injection (the Hippocratic Oath to “do no harm” figures here), so inexperienced personnel are asked to find veins to insert the entryway for the deadly concoction. The execution attempt was called off after lengthy and numerous tries for a vessel failed, and it was declared the third botched attempt at executing somebody in Alabama.

      The concept of nitrogen hypoxia was then considered as a method of execution. Similar to the gas chamber, which utilized cyanide mixed in an enclosed space, nitrogen is part of the air we breathe, but in larger concentrations will result in death by asphyxiation. The method had never been used before, but the system was created, using a sealed face mask to deliver the higher concentration of the substance.

      A cleric accompanied Smith into the death chamber, and Smith delivered a brief speech about humanity going backwards.

      What was that? This is a man who may have plunged a knife multiple times into a woman’s body and struck her with an object to end her life, and we are expected to believe that humanity has gone backwards? It was he who had gone backwards; the pastor was primed to receive a large sum of insurance money, but for a fraction of that, Smith would take a human life (the payoff for the hitmen was estimated to be one thousand dollars each). The prison system fed and clothed him, gave him room and board and opportunities for schooling and other perks. Of course, prison necessitates some survival skills to avoid being a target or becoming, to put it politely, somebody’s intimate cellmate, but our penal system treats the guilty better than we treat our innocent general public.

      There is the issue of military veterans who gave limbs, minds and eyesight for our country, who camp under bridges with far less than what inmates receive at taxpayer expense.

      There is also Elizabeth Sennett, whose life ended in a lengthy and violent way. But what news articles have focused upon is how the new method of execution may be “cruel and unusual.” Folks, we crossed that bridge when we rewarded the evildoers and punished the law-abiders. The lean in many articles about the aftermath of the successful nitrogen execution has been that Smith moved about and appeared to be in distress as he died. Elizabeth’s distress, on the other hand, has been forgotten. The method worked, and Smith has gone to a place beyond our reckoning, though he had 26 years more of life than his victim had. That doesn’t seem right.

      I don’t understand why firing squad is not considered a humane punishment. We have current, former and retired sharpshooters who can transport an inmate from living to dead in a second using one well-placed bullet. Even South Carolina has considered it as recently as 2022, because it is efficient and less likely to be botched as with other methods. No drugs are involved, no setting up IV lines, no pre-death struggles. The moment the word “Fire!” is uttered, it’s over, simply and completely.

      When we’re arguing more about cruelty and uniqueness of executing convicted felons, and less about the bodies piling up in our murder rates and the atrocities leading to them, we are losing our focus on being humane towards our own. Our goal is removing a fraction of the population to prevent them putting the citizenry in harm’s way. If there is no punishment, isn’t prison a type of reward?

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    • Vicious Girls

      Posted at 6:18 pm by kayewer, on January 20, 2024

      Before computers took over our world, our children were victimized by advertisements on television a few times an hour during commercial breaks, or they saw promotions and photos in magazines once a month. Usually the products were toys. Now, they are bombarded several times each minute. The advertisers and influencers putting their opinions and promoting their products are ruthless, and their targets are getting younger. So are the products, like cosmetics. Yes, cosmetics are becoming the must-have for children.

      A recent article detailed a phenemon not unlike the Stanley pink cup craze I mentioned recently (folks stood in line at 3:00 AM for the privilege of purchasing a limited edition vessel from a legacy thermal cup company). The mad crowd in this case were youngsters at ten years old.

      A product line with the questionable name Drunk Elephant (as one example) is offered at cosmetic mega-retailers Sephora and Ulta. The youngsters are visiting the stores in groups, and come armed with their parents’ credit cards and no regard for respect. They have been reported to open products, touch and then not purchase them (leaving them contaminated and unsellable, and damaged samplers), steal items other shoppers have selected out of their baskets if the item has been depleted at the sale tables, harass and assault store employees and even argue with their mothers about spending $900 for such items as retinol creams.

      Ten years old, and they suddenly woke up thinking that they need these things at any cost.

      When I was ten years old, I was happy to have a wonderful, light complexion. In a year or so, acne did a job on me (and back then there was little that helped), but never once did I consider using aging products. Those are for people who are showing signs of breaking down skin elasticity. At around the thirties or so. Not at ten years old. In fact, doctors and beauticians are chiming in about how bad for children’s health these products are. There is no research about whether the chemicals that deter skin aging interfere with the normal growth processes in pre-pubescent youngsters.

      Ten is a wonderful age; two digits at every birthday from now on, a few years of basic schooling under the belt and a world ahead. This is not the time to spread tinted grease on faces or stop a process that hasn’t even kicked into gear yet. Besides, why do ten-year-olds want to buy a third Porsche for some male executive (Tim Warner for Drunk Elephant, and who, by the way, likely doesn’t wear any of his own products) when they could buy something useful or enjoyable for themselves.

      I look at these articles from about forty-some-odd years of using products on my skin, and I realize that a ten-year-old would look at me and declare I am an ancient crone who should just curl up and die so they can glamorize themselves and forget that old people exist. These ten-year-olds feel falsely empowered without earning the years of learning that parents and grandparents are breaking their backs to instill in them. They respect nothing, not even the very products they’re scrambling with $900 to buy though they don’t need them. The destruction they leave behind in Sephora is evidence of their immaturity and callousness. If you look up “Sephora Kids,” you will see and read about the chaos.

      Just what we always wanted: ten-year-old Karens.

      Those Drunk Elephant products are, essentially, tinted science projects of blended animal and chemical elements, packaged in eye-catching containers and marketed to make you believe that they make your appearance better. The blending and swiping you do to apply the products tug on your young skin, and you may not see it today, but before you turn 30, you will notice those tugs in the form of WRINKLES, for which you really will need to either firm up with a cream or see your local cosmetic surgeon.

      I have watched influencers apply layers of foundation, blush, highlighters and contours to their faces while talking about a totally unrelated subject. This has become an element of video production, and it’s one reason why I don’t do video podcasts. I learned to apply makeup in private, not to use what isn’t needed, not to keep anything on longer than necessary and to try not to look like a cartoon or a hooker. If I have to do a tutorial while vocalizing my blog post, I would feel like the former, and I respect myself too much to do anything that would come off as the latter.

      The idea of spending $900 on stuff that soaks in or gets wiped off hours later has never entered my mind. No wonder these folks are growing into adulthood without any idea of how to budget; it’s going on their faces, and not into their college fund. Drunk Elephant appears to be focused on aging products rather than makeup, since their most popular items are masks and serums. I find great benefits from the products in the pharmacy, such as Olay and L’Oreal, to moisturize my skin after working outside or evenings after spending time in the sun at the beach.

      I wonder if these same ten-year-olds use sunscreen as religiously as Drunk Elephant anti-aging creams? Do they value youth or avoiding skin cancer more? Only time and maturity will tell.

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    • Tossing My Cookies

      Posted at 7:00 pm by kayewer, on January 13, 2024

      A popular phrase attributed to several renowned chefs says that their best crafted culinary dishes are flushed down the toilet as poo tomorrow. This is a humble effort to bring the realities of food and cooking down to their basics; the right ingredients, skills and a bit of luck can bring delightful joys to your table. Food is still a basic of life functionality.

      Why, then, is there a $160 box of a dozen cookies out there?

      A place called Last Crumb is offering what they call their Platinum Collection; a dozen large cookies baked with quality ingredients and shipped individually wrapped in a huge box to your door.

      What would you do if you were porch pirated of that extravagance? Break out the Dom Perignon and get yourself wasted, I would guess.

      There is a full description of the cookies you receive; each one unique. There’s a cookie called “What’s Up, Doc?” which is carrot cake, the “Florida Man” (key lime pie), the “Sack Lunch” (PB&J), and of course, Chocolate Chip XXX (a typical cookie touted as a 2.0 upgrade).

      Milk is not included.

      The last social media post said there were 48 boxes left of this limited edition special collection. Box #49 or so went to the home of one of my workplace managers, who gave a thumbs-up to the huge baked cardiac event inducers. They didn’t mention which they tried first, but my guess is the first choice favorite, which was then thoroughly devoured, leaving them with eleven others to sort through.

      And I consider one Crumbl cookie a month a treat if I can decide on one flavor. I still consider Girl Scout cookies a wonderful purchase. I must have poor taste.

      Sure, there’s nothing wrong with a little indulgence now and again, but is the world really a better place for a $13.33 cookie? Marie Antoinette wouldn’t bat an eye, but somebody who doesn’t have a slice of bread for a PB&J, let alone the PB or J, would shake their heads.

      But I shouldn’t be on this rant anyway. Just the other day, word got out that people were standing in line at Target stores in the early morning hours to buy the Stanley Cup. I immediately thought of the hockey trophy and was confused; turns out the OG thermal products company Stanley (a corporation since 1913) had produced a pink tumbler which was in high demand; as in fistfights at the display counter and run over grandma to get there high demand.

      I haven’t been in a Target store since they don’t seem to care so much about their employees as they tolerate misbehavior from customers; two recent incidents include an employee fired for asking kids to remove their bikes–which they were openly riding indoors–for which he was beaten and suffered injuries they didn’t need to pay for since they fired him, and a suit alleging that young people were riding store-provided mobility carts at high speed and injuring shopping pedestrians.

      It seems we will do anything for a thrill. Buy a $13.33 cookie, or stand in line for a thermal mug.

      So it’s back to consumerism in all its ugliness, after about four years of a stagnant world forced into a peaceful lull.

      Pass me a Girl Scout Thin Mint, please.

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    • My Awards Show Has a First Name

      Posted at 2:55 pm by kayewer, on January 6, 2024

      This morning I cracked open my Sunday supplement copy of the New York Times (yes, I read an actual hard copy newspaper: three, in fact) to find the first section devoted to the biggest award of the season, the Academy Awards. Naturally I began to look, and I was disappointed but not surprised by the articles and ads begging the members of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts & Sciences (AMPAS) to consider certain productions for nomination.

      When the movie industry began, it seems that every motion picture was simply produced to entertain the general public. It was a baby industry learning to walk before it needed to talk, and even when “talkies” came to the theatres people were aghast at the concept of adding sound. Which is what parents have also complained about since time immemorial.

      Eventually movies found themselves being categorized into romance, drama, horror and musical and such, but still anybody who had a few coins in their pockets could enjoy a movie (and often receive a free snack). Those were the days of news reels and travelogues, when information was sent out in any way possible. The filming of events overseas were duplicated and sent to what must have been hundreds or even thousands of screening houses. A visit to the movies was an experience for everybody. Children were exposed to general grammar, and foreigners could even learn English as a second language.

      When the turnaround happened, I’m not certain, but sometime after the 1970s and the dawn of summer blockbusters, the films considered for awards began to shift from movies everybody could watch to art house productions produced by a certain class of people and which only selected people saw. The feel of the events shifted from the general public to the micro percentage of the population.

      Two of the Times’ staff–Manohla Dargis and Alissa Wilkinson–provided a comparison of who and what they considered the best films for consideration. The only films I recognized in the listings are Oppenheimer and Killers of the Flower Moon. The former was released in the summer and enjoyed the distinction of popularity with a film apparently released for the general public: Barbie. Nowhere did Barbie get a suggested best picture nomination. The latter film came out in the last half of the year. Which seems to be the norm for this new ritual: the films nobody got to see are released at the end of the year to be fresh in the minds of those who did see them, and the rest of the year be damned.

      The other films listed for a hopeful place in history have never appeared on a movie screen in my area (except perhaps one AMC with the reputation for art house fare from its past incarnations which it cannot abandon). Movies with tiles such as May December, Menus-Plaisirs – Les Troisgros, The Taste of Things and Asteroid City left me scratching my head. One is based on a true story about an older woman’s affair with a tween boy. One is a documentary film in French (English subtitles) about a renowned Michelin star restaurant, so why it would be considered for Best Picture rather than Best Documentary or Foreign Film is beyond me. Another is a romantic story about food (again), this time a cook and her gourmet employer, and the last is a dramedy about UFOs.

      These are movies that most people would not see. The “general public” has become the recipients of mass market pabulum, while the few percent attend the art houses and generally have the biggest say in anything to do with awards. Barbie is meaningless as a film to be memorialized, but it is possible that its director, Greta Gerwig, may be honored for her work on the project. The exclusivity of it all takes away from what the movie industry was designed for; not just entertainment, but enlightening the general public. We no longer need newsreels in the cinema, but we do need something to stimulate our brains.

      Of course I realize that the ordinary people out there wouldn’t want to see a film with subtitles, but I would consider seeing anything if I knew it existed first. The isolated publicity behind these films are keeping them away from even the curious. That isn’t fair if they also have some money in their pockets.

      A friend asked me if I would be willing to watch the Golden Globes, which tends to be a precursor to what pictures and persons win at the Academy Awards. Sure, I said. I’ll watch.

      But I will still be scratching my head.

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