Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Cronyism in Crime Scene Cleanup












"The economic and social costs of cronyism are paid by society. In the form of reduced business opportunity for the majority of the population, reduced competition in the market place, inflated consumer goods prices, decreased economic performance, inefficient business investment cycles, reduced motivation in affected organizations, and the diminution of economically productive activity. " Click here for source.


Because of cronyism in crime scene cleanup, the public suffers; friends and relatives of the deceased are cheated by cronyism. Also, honest crime scene cleanup companies lose needed revenue to service the public's need for professional death scene cleaners.

Cronyism
in crime scene cleanup means that (usually) coroners' employees receive money from a crony crime scene cleanup company (green/blue above). In return these government employees give special favors to these companies, like the telephone numbers of crime scene victims and others needing professional death scene cleanup.

Sometimes coroners' employees start their own business with their privileged information. This privileged information is about who died, how, when where, and the telephone number of the deceased's family and friends.

Again, for example, in crime scene cleanup, coroners' employees give the public (bereaved) telephone numbers to crony companies for cleaning services. The crony companies get rich because they charge the public whatever they want. They have few real competitors. These companies are cronies because the coroner's employees give their telephone numbers to friends and relatives of the dead. The crony coroners' employees also get rich by selling their information to crony crime scene cleanup companies. The public pays more because of this unethical business between private companies and tax payer paid government employees. In a sense, the tax-paying public pays twice because of cronyism.

Crony's competitors and the public then suffer, we see. We can see how cronies gain much money, power, and influence while the public gets cheated. How would you like to pay more money for a service because your government favors one company over others? We know for a fact that this happens in many places.

We see that bureaucracies (like the coroner's office) in local, county, state, and federal governments hurt the public. Cronyism has crippled, in part, the Russian economy. So we can see again how cronyism steals from the public because it destroy free enterprise.

Bureaucracies become self-serving. Some even forget who they were created to serve. Add cronyism to this self-serving tendency, and we see again how free enterprise suffers as well as the public good. In regards to crime scene cleanup and cronyism, we can see how some coroners' employees work to benefit from their inside, special information.

After time, sociologically speaking, these relationships reflect an abbreviated form of fascism, but without government sanction.

Note: Legally, for a government agency to exclude one company for the benefit of a quasi-monopoly requires open-bidding for a contract. A contract all are entitled to bid for.

More though, in some areas coroners' employees have seized control of referrals for the benefit of relatives and friends who have started crime scene cleanup businesses. Callers have actually, gleefully, confirmed that they were to receive all or most of the referrals from those in control of referrals. It is like these callers had no idea that they were, in part, no different than cronies in the late Soviet Union.

These relationships cause one to wonder if there are many other ways that the US reflects Russian bureaucracies' cronyism. How else is free enterprise perverted by our various government agencies?


Eddie Evans
Crime Scene Cleanup School

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Way behind!

Too much going on and I was way behind before today. Now I'm so far behind there is no catching up. March on, I guess, since there's no alternative anyway.

Obama's skeleton plans sound fair enough, considering the limits to what he can and cannot do. Renewables and jobs make sense. Get the Co2 out of the air and stop producing it as soon as possible. Sequestering Co2 is not ecologically sound. Just stop producing more than nature will absorb ecologically.

I am pleased to hear the democrats making the correct connections between the environment and economics. It's about time. They too are way behind! The republicans remain to make the connections between "eco" and economics and the overpowering domination of ecology to all else.

Obama is a hard worker and driven to ends that I can only imagine. It's really pleasing to see that we will have an ambitious, intelligent president after 8 years of oil mogul rule.
Obama sees the importance of a paradigm shift, and it's underway with or without him or anyone else. The important idea is to keep the greed barons out of the way. Anything less will be criminal.

Eddie Evans

Saturday, October 25, 2008

A look at Palin

Palin is what she is, an evangelical mom with an urge for attention; hence, the PTA and now the election for Vice President.

Like everyone, she has her strong and weak points. Her strong points are found in medieval cosmology. Palin's got strong points in her skill and ability to stand before crowds and project strength and vigor, plus she's very well spoken on her own turf. As for complete honesty and a "Christian" respect for truth, she bends to the wishes of her peer group.

I expect to see her develop the skills and relationships that she has forged in her campaign for vp. These relationships are and will be made with other evangelicals as well as professional involved in republican politics. The latter need work and whether she can win or not, they need the work.

I cannot wish her future as a politician well because she endorses war and nukes, neither of which have anything to do with Christianity or the future of species populations in the wild.

Eddie Evans

Crime Scene Cleanup

Friday, October 24, 2008

McCain has lost it -- As if it matters.

It looks like John McCain's blowing it in chunks.

He's lost my respect. He says that "Obama will say anything" while Palin does say anything!

This guy's 72 years old and he looks and moves like he's 82.
The presidency requires someone with a certain amount of vigor, and I don't recall any film clips of McCain exercising for pro-longed periods of time. How's he going to stay awake and alert for prolonged periods of time? I'm 61; so I know for certain what he must be dealing with. There are perky, strong and agile 72-year-old men, McCain is not one of them.

He's not over-weight, judging by the pictures. But he's beatup terribly.
McCain must be taking a handful of pills to keep going. How could it be otherwise judging by his history and age. I don't see it. Where's his medical records?

Just by placing the US at risk because of his age and condition, just by selecting this Palin character, just by running the campaign he's running, he's lost my respect.
This is the guy that I thought should have had the Republican helm years ago. Now look at him.


Eddie Evans
Crime Scene Cleanup

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Obama looks like he's got a chance.

It looks like Obama may actually have a chance at the presidency. Just why he would want to be president is beyond me.
There is not much that he can actually do at this point, considering the mess that he's going to inherit. I suppose that he can get some green technology subsidized at the expense of oil subsidies. I suppose that he can get the ball rolling for a decent, affordable health care system. After all, remove the pork, remove the wars, remove the corporate socialism and something could happen for people.
If he is savvy, he'll throw-in with those Europeans talking about finance capital serving people and business rather than people and business serving finance capital.
I can barely imagine the cost savings when 140 US military bases around the World are closed.

Now all of this is conjecture of course because the Republicans and Dibold are nearly one in the same. And those Dibold machines would have served Stalin, as they have served the Republicans. The point is not who votes and how, but "who counts the votes," Dibold in this case.



Eddie Evans
Fighting crime from my chair.
Crime Scene Cleanup

GWB Library to Open in 2009

The George W. Bush Presidential Library is now in the planning stages
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The Library will include:

The Hurricane Katrina Room, which is still under construction.

The Alberto Gonzales Room, where you won't be able to remember anything.

The Texas Air National Guard Room, where you don't even have to show up.

The Walter Reed Hospital Room, where they don't let you in.

The Guantanamo Bay Room, where they don't let you out.

The Weapons of Mass Destruction Room, which no one has been able to find.

The National Debt Room which is huge and has no ceiling.

The 'Tax Cut' Room with entry only to the wealthy.

The 'Economy Room' which is in the toilet.

The Iraq War Room. After you complete your first tour, they make you
to go back for a second, third, fourth, and sometimes fifth tour.

The Dick Cheney Room, in the famous undisclosed location, complete
with shotgun gallery.

The Environmental Conservation Room, still empty.

The Supreme Court's Gift Shop, where you can buy an election.

The Airport Men's Room, where you can meet some of your favorite
Republican Senators.

The 'Decider Room' complete with dart board, magic 8-ball, Ouija
board, dice, coins, and straws.

The museum will also have an electron microscope to help you locate
the President's accomplishments.

Eddie Evans
Crime Scene Cleanup
Fighting crime when and where I can.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Iraq & Afghanistan

Iraq and Afghanistan will not bend to US needs. Iraq remains to explode like a volcano and Afghanistan remains to sink into a midieval mud hole.
Iraq's educational gains will vanish while Afghanistan's educational backwardness will grow in depth and breadth.

US troops will continue to die in vain just as Soviet troops died in vain fighting Reagan's Taliban soldiers. It could have been otherwise.
I would look to the last Bush for setting up this inevitable failure in diplomacy.
Look to Pakistan to go down a similar path.

Eddie Evans
Crime Scene Cleanup

Friday, October 10, 2008

Palin abused power in firing

ANCHORAGE, Alaska - Sarah Palin unlawfully abused her power as governor by trying to have her former brother-in-law fired as a state trooper, the chief investigator of an Alaska legislative panel concluded Friday. The politically charged inquiry imperiled her reputation as a reformer on John McCain's Republican ticket.

Eddie Evans (Watching the real crime!)
Crime Scene Cleanup

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Palin's witches exorcised!

Interesting little film here of our would-be vice-president. See the Time story.

Eddie Evans
Crime Scene Cleanup (Cleaning up more than crime scenes.)

Monday, October 6, 2008

Keating, McCann, and Lincoln Savings

For posterity, here's a Utube film of John McCain's investigation for fraud.

Eddie Evans
Fighting crime in more than one way.
Crime Scene Cleanup

Different Characters, Same Crap

<<Palin refuses to cooperate with that inquiry, which she says has become too political, citing comments made by the Democratic senator overseeing the case. She is only cooperating with the personnel board inquiry, which is much more secretive, is run by people she can fire, and could take years to resolve.>

Palin's going to fit into the Washington Beltway nice and neatly. She's got all that she needs to know to be a great success!
"Too political" for whom!

Eddie Evans (Crime Scene Cleanup Note Taker)
Crime Scene Cleanup

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Limits to Power - Book Review

I'll return to this writing after I've read this neat little book a second time. The writer deserves our attention, considering what he and his family have contributed to the US. I too spent 23 years in the US Army, RA (VN), Reserve, NG. So I am biased toward the author.

As a "Green," I must confess that there is nothing really new here, other than a shift in leading characters. Greens have talked about bottom-up sustainability, accountability and US foreign reliance for more than two decades. (See every Green Party Platform, not just the "Green movement's outspoken agenda.) The idea that the US has propagandized self-reliance (a Republican virtue) while relying on other nations for its economy at the expense to all, including the environment, is an old idea.

I recommend this book for all, in any case, and it should be in every high school social studies' curriculum one way or another.

Eddie Evans
Fight crime where it exists!
Crime Scene Cleanup

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Definition of a "Liberal" and Capitalism's Government

I remember my college years so well in some respects that I'm almost shocked by this part of my long-term recall.

Sociology professors used to remind us how to keep "conservatives" separate from "liberals."

1. Both conservatives and liberals believe in the inherent usefulness and viability of capitalism.
2. Conservatives believe that the government has little or no place in a capitalists economy ( Ala Milton Friedman's "Chicago School of Economics").
3. Liberals believe that capitalism's excesses must be bridled by the government as a means of social control.
4. Conservatives believe that the government exists to create safe-zones for capitalism to operate.
5. Liberals believe that government exists to quell intense and destructive inter-capitalist acts, price fixing and war, for example.

Now today we see that "conservatives," like George Bush (Who is actually an ultra-right-wing radical.) are willing to intervene in our capitalist economy in a monumental way. It is the liberal belief that capitalist will destroy the very sources of their wealth that brings him to this liberal "fine-tuning," as my professors used to call it. Everything is OK, then. Capitalism just needs some "fine-tuning."

Today we see that "liberals" will go along with "conservatives" to create "safe-zones" for capitalism's development. George Bush, I recall, is not a "conservative." Although he does act like a "liberal" when it comes to the government's intervention into the US economy.
I cannot forget that Bush was and is the guy driven to place the US social security funds into the "free market." Bush might call this usurpation of public funds "fine-tuning."
All is well in capitalism's government.
So it goes.
Eddie Evans - Doing my best to cleanup after crimes of all sorts.
Crime Scene Cleanup

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Hagel says "Palin" a "stretch"

WASHINGTONNebraska Republican Sen. Chuck Hagel said his party's vice presidential nominee, Sarah Palin, lacks foreign policy experience and called it a "stretch" to say she's qualified to be president.

"She doesn't have any foreign policy credentials," Hagel said in an interview published Thursday by the Omaha World-Herald. "You get a passport for the first time in your life last year? I mean, I don't know what you can say. You can't say anything."

It's an odd day when I agree with a Republican, and today is no different than before. It's odd to say that Obama amounts to all that much of a change, too. Obama uses the "N" (nukes) word. How can anyone justify to future generations our great need for nukes? They have no way of knowing where that stuff will go. I've spent too much time writing about the life expectancy of nuclear fuel and threats to Earth's various habitats for millions of years from the crazy acts of fundamentalist with nukes. Palin, a fundamentalist, claims Earth's greenhouse affect arose from an act of God. Blaming God will not help. God help us!

So, anyway, I don't see a lot of promise out there. McBush selects a radical fundamentalist to become president, and Obama's use of the "N" work disqualifies him from serious consideration. Then, Obama's got to overcome this talk of "earmarks" for his wife's employer as well as others.

The Green's candidate is not a "Green" and she selected a party-hardy girl for her running mate. To think that someone espousing the virtues of rap as an implement of positive social change would run as a Green! Is there anything Green in her head? To think that the Greens candidate searchers are searching out black women for the sake of running black women, regardless of their Green knowledge, amounts to a total failure of Green electoral politics.

It's hopeless, absolutely hopeless. I'm staying home this time, and probably next time!

Eddie Evans (Cleaning up after crimes as best that I can.)

Crime Scene Cleanup

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Republican's platform even more radical than before.



He doesn't want Americans to notice that the Republican platform is the most extreme we've ever seen -- opposing stem cell research, denying a woman's right to choose no matter what the circumstance, and continuing to spend $10 billion a month in Iraq.

Sad.

We'll get nukes, too, and still have nowhere to place the waste for the next 10 million years. How will we hide it from the terrorists?

Eddie Evans
Crime Scene Cleanup

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Hey Bush! Did you miss Global Warming, too!

Hey President Bush, did you miss a little something on your very own planet? What does it take to get you to stop warring on people and do war against Global Warming?
I know, I know, I could have and should have asked the same question of your Father and even Reagan when he removed the solar cells from the White House.
Are all Republicans cement heads, or just the rich ones?


By SETH BORENSTEIN
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WASHINGTON (Aug. 22) - In northern Greenland, a part of the Arctic that had seemed immune from global warming, new satellite images show a growing giant crack and an 11-square-mile chunk of ice hemorrhaging off a major glacier, scientists said Thursday.
And that's led the university professor who spotted the wounds in the massive Petermann glacier to predict disintegration of a major portion of the Northern Hemisphere's largest floating glacier within the year.

Eddie Evans
Biohazard Cleanup

The Stupidity of Nuclear Power

I wonder how many times that I've tried to explain why nuclear power is a stupid source of energy.
The risks of terrorism, accidents, waste disposal, and simply losing this stuff over the tens of thousands of years are quite high, quite likely. Whose going to ensure that warning signs can be read by those without today's English in 200,000 years?

Then, of course, there's Mother Nature's twitching and jumping about -- EARTHQUAKES.

I'll keep this article handy for my New York references relating to nukes.

Eddie Evans
Crime Scene Cleanup

Saturday, August 23, 2008

The pH Scale and Cleaning

Eddie Evans on the pH Scale and Cleaning






















There are many reasons to understand the pH Scale. I won't go into them, but for below.


The motivation for sharing this blog grew from a conversation I shared with two men who were restoring an apartment after a drug bust. I was explaining that preparing a concrete floor for tile might be done with muriatic acid. I also explained that "neutralizing" the acid after it etched the concrete was important. Hence, the pH Scale came up when I tried to demystify the acid and neutralizer. If anyone is interested in a color coded version of this writing, click here.

If anyone reached this point, I'm impressed by their drive to stay focused in the midst of tedious verbiage. I promise to add more information about cleaning real soon.

The pH Scale is a way to measure the acidity or alkalinity of matter. This idea is all important to professional cleaning. When it comes to decontamination, deactivating, and simply lifting soil from fabrics, knowing about the pH level of a surfactant makes a difference.

If you recall the "number line" from high school algebra, there is a zero (0) in the middle of the line. Every number to the left of this line is a negative number. Every number to the right of this line is a positive number. It's kind of like turning on the hot water (left) to warm the cold water (right) when taking a warm shower. There is a blend of the two opposites, heat and cold to warm.

Well, the same kind of idea works on the pH Scale. Think of the number line's zero. It happens that pure water is like a zero on the pH Scale's number line. The difference is that the number line uses a zero (0) and the pH Scale uses a seven (7) for its middle point. So pure water is a 7 on the pH scale.

So, on the pH Scale, everything to the left of 7 is an acid. Everything on the right of 7 is an alkaline. And pure water exists right between acids and alkaline as a 7. (Did you know that lemon juice is on the acid of the of pH Scale? What side of the pH Scale do you think soda water will be on? What about Clorox Bleach and Dove dishwashing soap?) Where do you think the human body measures on the pH Scale? (stay tuned!)

Just like on the number line, mixing negatives (acids) with positives (alkalizes) will cancel something out.

Get this: If more acid is added to pure water than alkaline, the pure water will become more acidic. If more alkaline is added to pure water than acid, the water will become more alkaline.

If equal parts of acid and alkaline are added to pure water, then we should expect the two to cancel each other out. As a result, our pure water should remain the same on the pH Scale. But, what if the acid material is more powerful than the alkaline, or vice versa? What if we add one gallon of an acid like pure lemon juice to one gallon of pure water? Right, the pure water is now on the acid side of the pH Scale and no longer in the middle.

Now, what if we add one gallon of ocean water to one gallon of pure water? Right, the pure water becomes more alkaline.

And now, what if we add one gallon of pure lemon juice to one gallon of pure water, and then add one gallon of ocean water to this mix? As we might guess, the resulting mixture will be on the acidic side of the pH Scale. This is so because the one gallon of pure lemon juice is much more powerful than the one gallon of alkaline ocean water. What is in ocean water that places it on the alkaline side of the pH Scale? Right, salt. So salt is an alkaline, not an acid. What about pepper, where do you think that it will be found on the pH Scale? Right, on the acid side of the scale.

Again, when we mix a negative, acid, with a positive, alkaline, Acidic and basic are two extremes that describe a chemical property chemicals. Mixing acids and bases can cancel out or neutralize their extreme effects. A substance that is neither acidic nor basic is neutral.

The pH Scale measures how acidic or basic a substance is. The pH Scale ranges from 0 to 14. A pH of 7 is neutral. A pH less than 7 is acidic. A pH greater than 7 is basic, and we may call basic alkaline.

The pH Scale is logarithmic and as a result, each whole pH value below 7 is ten times more acidic than the next higher value. For example, pH 4 is ten times more acidic than pH 5 and 100 times (10 times 10) more acidic than pH 6. The same holds true for pH values above 7, each of which is ten times more alkaline (another way to say basic) than the next lower whole value. For example, pH 10 is ten times more alkaline than pH 9 and 100 times (10 times 10) more alkaline than pH 8.

Pure water is neutral. But when chemicals are mixed with water, the mixture can become either acidic or basic. Examples of acidic substances are vinegar and lemon juice. Lye, milk of magnesia, and ammonia are examples of basic substances.

What is blood's pH level? "The normal pH of human arterial blood is approximately 7.40 [normal range is 7.35-7.45), a weak alkaline solution. Blood that has a pH below 7.35 is acidic, while blood pH above 7.45 is alkaline." (From Wikipedia)

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Suskind Reveals Bush Admin Ordered Iraq-9/11 Fakery

None of this should be new to those of us following alternative sources of information

TODAY'S DEMOCRACY NOW!:

* After Ron Suskind Reveals Bush Admin Ordered Iraq-9/11 Fakery, House Judiciary Chair John Conyers Opens Congressional Probe *

Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist Ron Suskind joins us for part two of an interview on his new book, The Way of the World: A Story of Truth and Hope in an Age of Extremism. Suskind reports that in 2003 the White House ordered the CIA to forge and disseminate false intelligence documents linking al-Qaeda and Iraq. While much of the attention on the book has focused on the forged letter, Suskind also reveals that the Bush administration and the British government knew prior to the war that Iraq had no weapons of mass destruction. We also speak to Rep. John Conyers, chair of the House Judiciary Committee, which is investigating some of the explosive findings in Suskind's book.

Listen/Watch/Read
http://www.democracynow.org/2008/8/14/after_ron_suskind_reveals_bush_admin


* Headlines for August 14, 2008 *

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Jimmy Carter Was Right

Jimmy Carter was right -- and so too were millions of Americans who said that the current way of doing things in the USA is not sustainable.

"Every act of energy conservation like this is more than just common sense-I tell you it is an act of patriotism."

None of this makes Carter a "green" in the true meaning of the term. This way of thinking makes Carter a conservationist and a thinking person. Carter had the good of the country in mind, not Mr. Money Bags and all of his/her money at any cost crowd.

As a consequence of Reagan's market approach, which it really wasn't when the subsidies are factored in, the next generation of Americans are going to be losers in a mighty big way, resource wise and pollution wise.

Eddie Evans
Crime Scene Cleanup

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Politics and Ecology - Aldous Huxley

I made a copy of the following while using the graduate library at California State Fullerton. My idea is that it appeared in the quarterly publican (If memory serves me) of The Institute for Democratic Studies, Santa Barbara, CA. This "think tank" is way long gone at this writing. Huxley's essay was hard to find in those days, and I suppose that it is harder today. I am a bit scared to learn the truth of it.

I know Murry Bookchin's Social Ecology shows a wealth of development compared to these words. Nonetheless, Huxley has done a great job etching a platform to note. He was as can be judged here, a liberal and libertarian. I place his comments
here for posterity and The Cause - - Political Ecology. Keep in mind that he is writing in the 60s. Prince Propotkin aside, Huxley's words are cutting-edge for his time and place, considering that he too was captured by his own time and culture.
Eddie Evans

I hope someone chooses to copy it from here and pass it along.

"Some day, let us hope, rulers and ruled will break out of the cultural prison in which they are now confined. Some day ... And may that day come soon! For, thanks to our rapidly advancing science and technology, we have very little time at our disposal."

"IN politics, the central and fundamental problem is the problem of power. Who is to exercise power? And by what means, by what authority, with what purpose in view, and under what controls? Yes, under what controls? For, as history has made it abundantly clear, to possess power is ipso facto to be tempted to abuse it. In mere self-preservation we must create and maintain institutions that make it difficult for the powerful to be led into those temptations which, succumbed to, transform them into tyrants at home and imperialists abroad. For this purpose what kind of institutions are effective? And, having created them, how can we guarantee them against obsolescence? Circumstances change, and, as they change, the old, the once so admirably effective devices for controlling power cease to be adequate. What then? Specifically, when advancing science and acceleratingly progressive technology alter man's long-established relationship with the planet on which he lives, revolutionize his societies, and at the same time equip his rulers with new and immensely more powerful instruments of domination, what ought we to do? What can we do?

Very briefly let us review the situation in which we now find ourselves and, in the light of present facts, hazard a few guesses about the future.

On the biological level, advancing science and technology have set going a revolutionary process that seems to be destined for the next century at least, perhaps for much longer, to exercise a decisive influence upon the destinies of all human societies and their individual members. In the course of the last fifty years extremely effective methods for lowering the prevailing rates of infant and adult mortality were developed by Western scientists. These methods were very simple and could be applied with the expenditure of very little money by very small numbers of not very highly trained technicians. For these reasons, and because everyone regards life as intrinsically good and death as intrinsically bad, they were in fact applied on a world-wide scale. The results were spectacular. In the past, high birth rates were balanced by high death rates. Thanks to science, death rates have been halved but, except in the most highly industrialized, contraceptive-using countries, birth rates remain as high as ever. An enormous and accelerating increase in human numbers has been the inevitable consequence.

At the beginning of the Christian era, so demographers assure us, our planet supported a human population of about two hundred and fifty millions. When the Pilgrim Fathers stepped ashore, the figure had risen to about five hundred millions. We see, then, that in the relatively recent past it took sixteen hundred years for the human species to double its numbers. Today world population stands at three thousand millions. By the year 2000, unless something appallingly bad or miraculously good should happen in the interval, six thousand millions of us will be sitting down to breakfast every morning. In a word, twelve times as many people are destined to double their numbers in one-fortieth of the time.

This is not the whole story. In many areas of the world human numbers are increasing at a rate much higher than the average for the whole species. In India, for example, the rate of increase is now 2.3 per cent per annum. By 1990 its four hundred and fifty million inhabitants will have become nine hundred million inhabitant A comparable rate of increase will raise the population( of China to the billion mark by 1980. In Ceylon, Egypt, in many of the countries of South and Central America, human numbers are increasing at an annual rate of 3 per cent. The result will be a doubling of that present populations in approximately twenty-three year On the social, political, and economic levels, what is likely to happen in an underdeveloped country whc people double themselves in a single generation, or even less? An underdeveloped society is a society with adequate capital resources (for capital is what is left over after primary needs have been satisfied, and underdeveloped countries most people never satisfy the primary needs); a society without a sufficient force of trained teachers, administrators, and technicians; a society with few or no industries and few or no developed sources of industrial power; a society, finally, with enormous arrears to be made good in food production, education, road building, housing, and sanitation. A quarter of a century from now, when there will be twice as many of them as there are today, what is the likelihood that the members of such a society will be better fed, housed, clothed, and schooled than at present? And what are the chances in such a society for the maintenance they already exist, or the creation, if they do not exist of democratic institutions?

Not long ago Mr. Eugene Black, the former president of the World Bank, expressed the opinion that it would be extremely difficult, perhaps even impossible, for an underdeveloped country with a very rapid rate of population increase to achieve full industrialization. All resources, he pointed out, would be absorbed in the task of supplying, or not quite supplying, primary needs of .its new members. Merely to stands to maintain its current subhumanly inadequate standard of living, will require hard work and the expenditure all the nation's available capital. Available capital be increased by loans and gifts from abroad; but in a world where the industrialized nations are involved power politics and an increasingly expensive armaments race, there will never be enough foreign aid to make difference. And even if the loans and to underdeveloped countries were to be substantially increased, any resulting gains would be largely null by the uncontrolled population explosion.

The situation of these nations with such rapidly increasing populations reminds one of Lewis Carroll's parable in Through the Looking Glass, where Alice and the Red Queen start running at full speed and run for a long time until Alice is completely out of breath. When they stop, Alice is amazed to see that they are still at their starting point. In the looking glass world, if you wish to retain your present position, you must run as fast as vou can. If you wish to get ahead, you must run at least twice as fast as you can.

If Mr. Black is correct (and there are plenty of economists and demographers who share his opinion), the outlook for most of the world's newly independent and economically non-viable nations is gloomy indeed. To those that have shall be given. Within the next ten or twenty years, if war can be avoided, poverty will almost have disappeared from the highly industrialized and contraceptive-using societies of the West. Meanwhile, in the underdeveloped and uncontrolledly breeding societies of Asia, Africa, and Latin America the condition of the masses (twice as numerous, a generation from now, as they are today) will have become no better and may even be decidedly worse than it is at present. Such a decline is foreshadowed by current statistics of the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations.

In some underdeveloped regions of the world, we are told, people are somewhat less adequately fed, clothed, and housed than were their parents and grandparents thirty and forty years ago. And what of elementary education? UNESCO recently provided an answer. Since the end of World War 11 heroic efforts have been made to teach the whole world how to read. The population explosion has largely stultified these efforts. The absolute number of illiterates is greater now than at any time. The contraceptive revolution which, thanks to advancing science and technology, has made it possible for the highly developed societies of the West to offset the consequences of death control by a planned control of births, has had as yet no effect upon the family life of people in underdeveloped countries. This is not surprising. Death control, as I have already remarked, is easy, cheap, and can be carried out by a small force of technicians. Birth control, on the other hand, is rather expensive, involves the whole adult population, and demands of those who practice it a good deal of forethought and directed will power. To persuade hundreds of millions of men and women to abandon their tradition-hallowed views of sexual morality, then to distribute and teach them to make use of contraceptive devices or fertility-controlling drugs-this is huge and difficult task, so huge and so difficult that it seems very unlikely that it can be successfully carried out, within, a sufficiently short space of time in any of the countries where control of the birth rate is most urgently needed. Extreme poverty, when combined with ignorance, breeds that lack of desire for better things which has been called "wantlessness"-the resigned acceptance of a subhuman lot. But extreme poverty, when it is combined with the knowledge that some societies are affluent, breeds envious desires and the expectation that these desires must of necessity, and very soon, be satisfied. By means of the mass media (those easily exportable products of advancing science and technology) some knowledge of what life is like in affluent societies has been widely disseminated throughout the world's under- developed regions. But, alas, the science and technology which have given the industrial West its cars, refrigerators, and contraceptives have given the people of Asia, Africa, and Latin America only movies and radio broadcasts, which they are too simple-minded to be able to criticize, together with a population explosion, which they are still too poor and too tradition-bound to be able to control by deliberate family planning. In the context of a 3, or even of a mere 2 per cent annual increase in numbers, high expectations are foredoomed to disappointment. From disappointment, through resentful frustration, to widespread social unrest the road is short. Shorter still is the road from social unrest, through chaos, to dictatorship, possibly of the Communist party, more probably of generals and colonels. It would seem, then, that for two-thirds of the human race now suffering from the consequences of uncontrolled breeding in a context of industrial backwardness, poverty, and illiteracy, the prospects for democracy, during the next ten or twenty years, are very poor. ROM underdeveloped societies and the probable political consequences of their explosive increase in numbers we now pass to the prospect for democracy in the fully industrialized, contraceptive-using societies of Europe and North America. It used to be assumed that political freedom was a necessary pre-condition of scientific research. Ideological dogmatism and dictatorial institutions were supposed to be incompatible with the open-mindedness and the freedom of experimental action, in the absence of which discovery and invention are impossible. Recent history has proved these comforting assumptions to be completely unfounded. It was under Stalin that Russian scientists developed the A-bomb and, a few years later, the H-bomb. And it is under a more-than-Stalinist dictatorship that Chinese scientists are now in process of performing the same feat.

Another disquieting lesson of recent history is that, in a developing society, science and technology can be used exclusively for the enhancement of military power, not at all for the benefit of the masses. Russia has demonstrated, and China is now doing its best to demonstrate, that poverty and primitive conditions of life for the over whelming majority of the population are perfectly compatible with the wholesale production of the most advanced and sophisticated military hardware. Indeed, it is by deliberately imposing poverty on the masses that the rulers of developing industrial nations are able to create the capital necessary for building an armament industry and maintaining a well equipped army, with which to play their parts in the suicidal game of international power politics.

We see, then, that democratic institutions and libertarian traditions are not at all necessary to the progress of science and technology, and that such progress does not of itself make for human betterment at home and peace abroad. Only where democratic institutions already exist, only where the masses can vote their rulers out of office and so compel them to pay attention to the popular will, are science and technology used for the benefit of the majority as well as for increasing the power of the State. Most human beings prefer peace to war, and practically all of them would rather be alive than dead. But in every part of the world men and women have been brought up to regard nationalism as axiomatic and war between nations as something cosmically ordained by the Nature of Things. Prisoners of their culture, the masses, even when they are free to vote, are inhibited by the fundamental postulates of the frame of reference within which they do their thinking and their feeling from decreeing an end to the collective paranoia that governs international relations. As for the world's ruling minorities, by the very fact of their power they are chained even more closely to the current system of ideas and the prevailing political customs; for this reason they are even less capable than their subjects of expressing the simple human preference for life and peace.

Some day, let us hope, rulers and ruled will break out of the cultural prison in which they are now confined. Some day ... And may that day come soon! For, thanks to our rapidly advancing science and technology, we have very little time at our disposal. The river of change flows ever faster, and somewhere downstream, perhaps only a few years ahead, we shall come to the rapids, shall hear, louder and ever louder, the roaring of a cataract.

Modern war is a product of advancing science and technology. Conversely, advancing science and technology are products of modern war. It was in order to wage war more effectively that first the United States, then Britain and the USSR, financed the crash programs that resulted so quickly in the harnessing of atomic forces. Again, it was primarily for military purposes that the techniques of automation, which are now in process of revolutionizing industrial production and the whole system of administrative and bureaucratic control, were first developed. "During II," writes Mr. John Diebold, "the theory and use of feedback was studied in great detail by a number of scientists both in this country and in Britain. The introduction of rapidly moving aircraft very quickly made traditional gun-laying techniques of anti-aircraft warfare obsolete. As a result, a large part of scientific manpower in this country was directed towards the development of self-regulating devices and systems to control our military equipment. It is out of this work that the technology of automation as we understand it today has developed."

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Why I went to college

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Being here sick, tired, weak, unable to continue serving humanity's cleaning needs until well, I briefly remembered why I went to college, really remembered.


I wanted to know. I wanted to know the power questions and the power answers. I wanted to know what the "knowers" thought. I knew from socializing with college graduates while in foreign lands that there was much more worth knowing and I did not know much if any of it. I knew there was a language within English that was so different, more powerful than the language I was using, although it was the same language. Now I understand that this is an "intellectual" side of the English language. (Now I'm overheating from fever. Funny words following.)

So I went to college and studied hard and then not so hard, and then hard again, and then went on my own path to "college." I was a maverick, reading outside the curriculum, which turned out to be the best idea. I had a couple good role models, it turns out. I did not do well, but I did what I wanted to do. I did explore ideas, people, nature, events, and on and on.

I remember MEAL, an acronym for metaphysics, epistemology, axiology, and logic. I remember studying each as discrete subjects, and then as related, and then finding the axis of it all, social and physical ecology. That's where it lead.

"Art, religion, philosophy, science, social affairs," these terms, too, the American Pragmatist Santayana claimed to be the "realm of being." I suppose there's more between the words, but like MEAL, these words help to place the full of it into some perspective. Well done George!

Now I am writing about suicide because I clean the remains of suicides. I sometimes wonder the "why?" of suicide. Then I remember Durkheim's book, Suicide. Ah, I wanted to know, and Durkheim helped. Education is a good thing. I never thought that I would learn about suicide while in college.

I remember sitting in foxholes at night, fighting the urge to sleep, to fall into a deadly void for moments. Ah, to sleep, to relax, to extend myself into the a dreamland void of non-wake, non-suffering. Sleeplessness is suffering, I have learned. And soldiers suffer so much. I believe that it actually hurt, staying awake that way. I believe that I wondered how different it would all become with the passage of a 7.62 lead ball from an AK 47 through my brain. I may have even wondered if sending a smaller, maybe more deadly 5.62 round through my head might achieve the same peaceful affect as sleep. How could I continue to stay awake?

I staid awake because "Charley" lived well in the dark and he wanted to kill me, and he wanted to kill me real bad, even at the risk of his own life. His friends were just as bad. Sometimes they tried, and because they tried, I learned the skill of staying awake. Staying awake, I learned to think the deep thoughts during the night. I thought the small thoughts too, the thoughts from daylight hours when I watched ants march across the bottom of my foxhole.

These were the "low land" ants. Then there were the "high land" ants, those marching across the parapet in singular order, silent to all but their opposing ant armies. Little did they know or want to know their brethren below gained a much less useful perspective of the World. Their lowland brethern were bound by the limits of their horizon, 4 cliffs, dirt walls surrounding their line-of-march. Occasionally dirt and clods of dirt fell upon them or in front of their line-of-march. They marched on, anyway. What a big difference in perspective they experienced. Perspective would give me big thoughts and little thoughts with more words and a greater ability to nuance ideas, events, and nature.

My thoughts lead to my own perspective of the World as I sat there watching the clouds gather in the sky, way off. As hours passed, as I took my own two hour sleep breaks (If one can sleep for 2 hours in a rice paddy or rain forest.), those "way off" clouds made a slow march of their own to my tiny foxhole below. "How different the World looked from up there" I often wondered.

From the clouds, I might be able to see for miles and miles around. I might see from Saigon to Beinhoe, from War Zone D to the Happy Valley. Maybe I could see Charley?

I sat, legs and feet dangling over the edge of my foxhole many dark nights. I could sometimes see comrades to my left and right, sometimes to my rear, sometimes forward of me. I could see trees, vines, maybe a trail or two. I saw the sky, the clouds, and the stars. I saw the stars a lot. I had not grown up watching the stars. In Vietnam, I watched the stars from my foxhole. The sky stood out so clearly. The Big Dipper and Little Dipper were often subjects of conversation among my foxhole companions, whenever I had one, and I usually did. I will not, cannot forget them, stars, comrades, or Charley.

So I learned the skill of staying awake for inordinate amounts of time and during night time hours when I should have been asleep. I also learned the skill of juxtaposing nature for a more meaningful view of the World and its inhabitants. During these times I thought the big thoughts with my small collection of words, words that I wanted to add to when I could go to college some day. I had not thought of college before, but now it was something to think about. "Why did people go there" and maybe I need to go there and see what is going on. "After this, why not?"

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MEAL would bring more meaning to what I thought those nights in my foxhole.

It is so ironic, too, how "Charley" may have influenced my decision to go to college more than any other character in my life's short story.
I will close for now and perhaps resume this thread at a later date, when I feel better.

Friday, June 27, 2008

North Pole Could be Ice-Free This Summer

The North Pole's ice may not break apart this summer - a first in human history.

Here I am, 61, born Green because I've always asked, "What if," and it turns out that there probably IS something to global warming. Life would have been better for me if I had not been asking myself those silly little questions about limits to growth, those Malthusian-Marxian-Darwinian questions before I had the intellectual ability to articulate these powerful ideas and others. Little did I know at 8 years old that my conjuring about the limits to growth in the Downey cemetary were setting a foundation for fundamental environmental analysis and ecological theory.

I wish Ruddy Devilla was still alive. I miss his skill with these things. Global Warming doesn't take much skill though, at least not much mental power for anyone with time in a green house. It's "no-brainer."


When I ran for office in 88 as a "Green," I did not bring Global Warming up because of the breadth-and-depth of cement headism in Orange County. "What's the point," I used to say to myself. Use something tangible as a Green issue, something like the loss of species' habitat and the long-term survival of species in the wild.

Then there were women's issues, which are obviously on the back-burner, judging by the ignorance of so many women that I have seen - - Breeders and couch sitters, besides those in destitute life-styles and still popping out the babies. 7 Billion humans will be on this planet in less than 15 years. So whose going to feed them? Whose going to house them? Whose going to give them jobs and thereby keep them off the streets? They sure as hell are not going to go into intellectual endeavors, or study technology, or avoid snake oil, trinkets, and bread and circuses. What a fat mess! They'll destroy what's left of wild nature.

What about water? Where's the clean water going to come from?

I had it right then, and I have it right now. The real issues are environmental. Terrorism is nothing new, and in a sense, terrorism has environmental roots, which I don't have time for now. I needed to get the link down. Ruddy I miss those conversations so much.

Eddie Evans
Crime Scene Cleanup

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

HIV - Am I Infected?

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A Florida senior citizen,

A Florida senior citizen, 76, drove his brand new Corvette convertible out of the dealership.

Taking off down the road, he floored it to 80 mph, enjoying the wind blowing through what little hair he had left.


'Amazing,' he thought as he flew down I-75, pushing the pedal even more.


Looking in his rear view mirror, he saw the highway patrol behind him, blue lights flashing and siren blaring.


He floored it to 100mph, then 110, then 120.

Suddenly he thought, 'What am I doing? I'm too old for this,' and pulled over to await the Trooper's arrival.


Pulling in behind him, the Trooper walked up to the Corvette, looked at his watch and said,

'Sir, my shift ends in 30 minutes. Today is Friday. If you can give me a reason for speeding that I've never heard before, I'll let you go.'


The old gentleman paused. Then said,

'Years ago, my wife ran off with a Florida State Trooper. I thought you were bringing her back.'


'Have a good day, Sir, ' replied the Trooper.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Ultraviolet Light on the tiny and from the great and mighty.

One thing I enjoy about cleaning trauma scenes outdoors is the Sun's ultraviolet light. Toss a bloody, paper towel in the sunlight and bingo, those pesky micro-organisms sunburn to death. I am told that nothing kills micro-organisms in blood like light from the Sun, ultraviolet light. Judging from those sunburns I earned at the beach in my younger years, I have no doubt in the Sun's power to destroy my microscopic friends. In fact, I can recall the "bad kid" down the block toasting ants with sunlight. He focused the Sun's rays through the magnified glass and poof! Army's of tiny critters were innocently toasted by no fault of their own. The micro guys live in the dark by chance or design, and never live out of the dark by chance or design.

I guess that I've been lucky to clean in the high deserts of a number of southwester states. I've been burnt for sure, never toasted, though. Higher elevations allow more ultraviolet light to pass through the thin air, sunrise to sunset. Throw in the oven-dry, blowing wind and blood's crimson red turns volcanic black in minutes, wind or no wind. I have much respect for our Sun's ability to destroy life forms from 93 million miles away.

It is with great humility and awe that I read today about an ultraviolet light observation from an exploding supernovae. Imagine an exploding star producing the light of a million stars upon its extinction. Imagine that "The really cool thing about our observations is this light traveling ahead of the shock wave traveled through the star before it was destroyed."

It is all so great and grand, so dwarfing too. We are indeed tiny critters in a vary great and mighty place. We too can burn by no fault of our own. Check the pictures out: exploding supernovae.

Eddie Evans
Crime Scene Cleanup

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Addiction

The below story from an anonymous writer is one of those stories that we read about far too seldom.
Drug addiction is monstrous, and I find that food addiction may come from the same place way down deep.

Addiction is in fact a big green monster buried deep within each of us. And maybe this metaphor is a little too colorful for the problematic reference to a Freudian unconscious state or the hypnotic trance states. In any case, as a metaphor it helps to explain that place in human consciousness that psychoanalysts have long suspected exists deep down. (And no, Skinner would not agree with any of this.)

So long as we keep it in check, we can manage in our world of temptations. Once loose, the temptations become trading posts between the green monster and the inner-most parts of our Being. Day by day we lose our reason to the green monster of addiction. We become a creature caught between pain and pleasure as the addiction monster trades pleasure for pieces of our humanness. We willingly and reluctantly sell-off our reason for swift moments of satiation.

"I have a website, wwwxyzanonymous.com, that I set up about a year ago. It is a lot of fun. I put it together, decided on which products to sell, do all of the advertising and contacting, and I love it! I never thought I would be able to do it. I was a meth addict for 16 years. I have been clean for 6 years (7 on September 25) and there was a time that I couldn't remember how many $1 bills to take back when I put a $5 in the collection plate at meetings. It was scary! Turns out I still have a brain cell or two left.

Since I got clean I went to school and got my AA degree and finished a medical records office assistant course. I got a couple of certificates, one in coding and one in transcription, and I chose transcription as a career. That's my "day job", even though I work swing shift. The website is growing slowly, which is how I want it right now. Although it is my passion, it is definitely not my main source of income. Yet. Someday I will take some business classes, probably set up another site or two, and hopefully grow a good retirement! That is the plan, anyway."

So here we have a success story in the Reason's counter-attack on addiction. There is something about humanity that deserves that second, even third chance. Because addiction is so powerful, proof is right outside the door, I'll do my part for combating the green monster wherever it appears, even inside me.

Eddie Evans
Crime Scene Cleanup

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Biohazards: To preserve or to destroy?

I cannot come to the conclusion that it is better to preserve and transport a "bio-hazard" substance when it may be destroyed on-site.

Why anyone would cuddle a human pathogen is simply beyond me. We kill dangerous human beings when they enter our homes, so why not destroy dangerous biologicals when they enter our home?

But that's just me.

Eddie Evans
Crime Scene Cleanup

Psyops on steroids

A term to remember when explaining the Iraq war's propaganda campaign as broadcast by the US Government and monopoly media.

Eddie Evans
Crime Scene Cleanup

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Reactive attachment disorder (RAD) and the Hit Man

I borrowed this from wikipedia for the benefit of those interested in psychoanalyzing the Hit Man. I doubt if we will find the answer to his deepest inner-workings anytime soon, but it is always worth the effort to try.

I understand from a close friend whose words are veracity at their least, that the Hit Man and George W. Bush golf together. I will have more to say on this in the future. I must run now because crime is on the rampage.

Eddie Evans
Crime Scene Cleaners

Children need sensitive and responsive caregivers to develop secure attachments
Reactive attachment disorder (RAD) is the diagnostic term for severe and relatively uncommon disorders of attachment that can affect children. RAD is characterized by markedly disturbed and developmentally inappropriate ways of relating socially in most contexts. It can take the form of a persistent failure to initiate or respond to most social interactions in a developmentally appropriate way—known as the "inhibited" form—or can present itself as indiscriminate sociability, such as excessive familiarity with relative strangers—known as the "disinhibited form". RAD arises from a failure to form normal attachments to primary caregivers in early childhood. Such a failure could result from severe early experiences of neglect, abuse, abrupt separation from caregivers between the ages of six months and three years, frequent change of caregivers, or a lack of caregiver responsiveness to a child's communicative efforts. The criteria for a diagnosis of a reactive attachment disorder are very different from the criteria used in assessment or categorization of attachment styles such as insecure or disorganized attachment. Children with RAD are presumed to have grossly disturbed internal working models of relationships which may lead to interpersonal and behavioral difficulties in later life. There are few studies of long-term effects, and there is a lack of clarity about the presentation of the disorder beyond the age of five years. (more...)

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Friday, April 18, 2008

The Hit Man

This is the first portion of an analysis into the deeper workings of the human mind, especially into the minds of The Hit Man and The Crime Scene Cleaner. Little did I know or even suspect at its beginning that I, Eddie Evans, would single-handedly uncover and document the existence of the "Sparky Complex."

I claim sole credit for this monumental discovery and demand all credit for its use henceforth. The Sparky Complex has no peer review articles, no dissertation, or other documentation relating its discovery by me. Who needs it!

Sigmund Freud and BF Skinner's work has no standing over against this monumental breakthrough into the minds of the world of crime doers and crime cleaners and crime victims. Again, I, Eddie Evans, am the FIRST to uncover the Sparky Complex. I say again to the world that I need no peer group review, no dissertation, or other such non-sense to prove my ownership of this monumental breakthrough.

As a courtesy to the reading public with an interest in such things as nature vs. nurture, social and cultural relativity, justice, deities, and such, this writer submits the following. The web site name,
The Hit Man, will contain the more recent working papers on this controversial figure.

In no way is the below a complete document. Readers will note that I have not gone so far as to choose a voice, an audience, and such. This will change with time. It is not often that one begins the gargantuan task of placing in words what nature, God, has brought to our midsts. This is of course, a draft, a working paper in very rough form.

Any content herein resembling the short-short story, The Hit Man, is coincidental. There is no intent here to create fiction. The Hit Man as found here represents my best memory of this singular person.

In my younger years I cleaned commercial carpets for a living. Occasionally I broke with routine and cleaned residential carpets, but usually to catch up on bills or to prepare for holidays and birthdays. It’s hard for me to say which of the two I disliked more. Commercial was steady and dependable. Residential was more profitable in terms of hours.
The problem with residential cleaning goes to the heart of what a man expects of himself, what he expects from others. As often as not, residential jobs required a roll-playing approach in the customer and cleaner’s relationship. I mean, the carpet cleaner often plays out a subservient roll for customers when they become condescending. “It’s time for Sparky,” I used to say to myself as I slipped into my “yes’m” routine. The consequences of anything less often lead to disagreements over what “cleaning” means, what “dirt” and “wear” mean. At risk of losing part or all of my earnings, I played Sparky’s role well by pretending that my customer knew what they were talking about. I honored their theories of cleaning as if they were a Certified Master Cleaner.
Plumbers, electricians, gardeners, and others play out this roll, too.
Many real estate agents and brokers know Sparky all to well. “’Sparky, will you fix the faucet on our rental at xyz street?”’ How about this one: Sparky, please clean the carpets at 321 Zebra Street, and be sure to get the wine and grease stains out this time!
I recall my last commercial job because I cleaned it the night before my brother’s xy birthday. It was about 7:20 p.m. on December 14, 1987. I remember the time because I’d been cleaning a dirty brown, level-loop pile for about 3 hours, 2 hours too long. It was beyond saving and had not been cleaned in years.
I felt a tug on my solution hose. I pulled against the resistance, slipped, and fell face forward into a door jam.
I must have been dreaming. Moist heat entered my nostrils as I fell deeper and deeper into a pitch dark tunnel. Heat increased as I fell. Finally, I began to wake and slowly return to my senses as light returned
I sat up and turned to see a short man kicking my vacuum hose and solution hose.
I figured that this person must have stepped on one or both of my hoses while trying to get through the doorway. He was not angry or annoyed, just trying to dislodge my hoses from the center-path of the doorway. Judging by his height, shorter than most, he had a short fall to the floor if he did step-and-fall from an encounter with these polyurathane hoses.
Why he didn’t step over the solution hose struck me as odd. So I figured, “why not,“ and pressed my wand’s trigger for more solution. As I did, the solution hose raised up from the floor about two inches, just enough for this interloper’s right foot to miss it. He lurched back off balance, then caught himself. He quickly stepped over the hoses and moved swiftly into the center of the room. He would never know that I intended just this outcome.

It was that white pillow case over his head that lead to my spontaneous, playful touch of the wand’s trigger. I figured that this character was out to have some fun with my customer. “So be it I thought,” I meant to join the fun. Humor goes a long way toward easing the pain in my low back as my legs pushed my carpet wand over greasy dinning room carpet.
Looking closer at this character, I could see that he, or someone, had sewn seams along the two eye slits’ margins. Two tiny holes where his nostrils might have ended were likewise neatly sewn. The mouth was no more remarkable than any of the other three holes, if “remarkable” can be used in any meaningful context here. Only his height and sex could be judged by pants because the pillow case skewed any meaningful observation of his true height.
His eyes were not apparent as he stood in the doorway, the sun setting behind him. The sun’s glare created a xyz, disrupting my vision for a moment. But now, standing fully at the center of the living room, I could discern a slight, red glow from behind the pillow’s case’s eye slits. “Odd,” I thought.
My mother instilled in me her intuitive sense of right and wrong and the wrongness of rudeness long before kindergarten training. I quickly left the house and turned my deep drone, Fox Truck Mount down to an idle. Its Nissan engineering quickly responded like a fight jet‘s engine reversing on an aircraft carrier landing. I returned to the home’s doorway just in time to hear my customer shouting at this walking pillow case, “Not me, no not me!”.
Then I heard 3 quick, blunted shots from a small caliber handgun I could not discern. As I peered into the living room, I could see my customer’s head fall back from his neck. His legs were bending at the knees while his torso collapsed almost straight the floor. I had never seen anything like this in my life!
Blood squirted from my customer’s neck in fine streams spouting forth from his jugular vain. The ceiling quickly became a dripping testimony to the jugular’s free-flowing, liberated blood. “My lord!” I shouted with great amazement and shock. Somehow, and only for a moment, I felt a relief pass through my body as I realized I could now stop playing Sparky. I quickly regained my sense of propriety, then whined out loud, “Jesus save us!”.
Blood splattering onto my freshly cleaned, white carpet juxtaposed against the blue splattered walls and ceiling. Simon‘s legs, now supine, jerked while his arms twitched. His head connected to his torso between his shoulders, connected by what appeared to be soggy strips of beef jerky. His had turned around on his shoulders as he slumped down to the floor, knees buckling below his waist. I could hardly believe my eyes. Simon’s head turned 180 degrees around.
The pillow cased character had placed 3 38 rounds into Simon’s neck, the first liberating his jugular vain from transportation duty. The second two rounds crashed through Simon’s 2nd and 3rd spinal bones. In an instant, 3 small pieces of lead crashed through Simon’s neck. Now flesh, no bone held Simon’s body and head together.
I was too shocked, too surprised to fear for my own safety. This veiled assassin turned my World of simple cleaning and small business struggles into a Universe of limitless nightmares; Edgar Allen Poe missed out on the real possibilities of terror stricken story telling, I could see. Simon’s fate had not come to mind, only his horrifying condition. Humanity could not appear so, could it?
Ideas seemed to pass through my mind as if pulsating, as if Simon’s squirting blood set a rhythm for my mind to follow. I had forgotten about the bagged assassin. “Gaa, gaa,” I caught my breath and turned to see this hooded demon looking at my vacuum and solution hoses winding serpentine like into the dining room. Then he turned his head toward me, eyes glaring a deep, dark red. They were like embers burning in a Sierra fire pit in mid-December, burning in deep contrast to a cold night’s air.
I didn’t move, couldn’t move. I think that I must have urinated upon myself, but I was to full of sweat from working to know, to see, to care. It didn’t matter, I could sense. I will soon join Simon, neckless.
The hooded raider then raised his left foot from the floow, about 2 feet, I believe, pulled up his tan trouser leg, and quickly placed the 38 into a tan holster strapped to his leg.
Next, he pointed toward Simon, and said, at least I think that he said, “Clean up this mess.” He quickly walked around me, stepped over my hoses, and onto the concrete surface of the front porch and began walking slowly along the sidewalk toward the street. He turned around, stood for a moment, and waved at me. He waved to bid a farewell, nothing more, nothing less.
A large, circular pool of blood now grew below Simon’s head and shoulders. “Should I go to the telephone and dial 911, or should I wait for this killer to get farther away so as not to suspect me of betraying his anonymity?”, I wondered. Mixed feelings, crazing scenarios, and crazier outcomes raced through my mind.
Finally, I went to the telephone, dialed, and tried to call my brother. I needed help. I didn’t know where else to turn, and I was to tired, too shocked, and too puzzled to make my next move without Freddie’s help. “Darn,” “Good Gravy!” I thought out loud. “What’s his number?” I whined to myself, again eyeing the growing pool of blood, noting the white carpet growing speckled from dripping blood.
“878-7do-marble” I remembered. Freddy loved his telephone number. You could see it on his van a mile off. If Freddy knew anything, he knew how to market and how to use the Internet. But was he going to talk to me after all these months of ignoring him? He’d have to give in. I mean, after all, we were brothers. Sure we were nearly killed because of my stupidity, but he went along to the end on that Mausoleum cleanup.
I heard Freddie’s voice at the other end. “Freddie’s stone works,” he answered crisply, confidently. Like most big brothers, Freddie loved to tease his siblings. Like most big brothers, he could do everything so much better than his siblings. But with Freddy, he really could go the max and well beyond his competition. Stone work, sure. Freddy’s handiwork and polishing skills were legend. His floors reflected the brightest, finest shines in Los Angeles. When the Hollywood well deep pockets partied and talked floors, Freddy came up.
Freddy’s fame stood him well in the floor world. He could take a 1922 concrete floor and give it a mirror-like finish. “Polish to 3500 grit,” Freddy grinned when talking about concrete floor polishing. He loved to polish.
Few remember that Freddy once cleaned filthy houses solo. Turn him loose in a pack-rat dwelling and Freddy cleaned tirelessly, 18, 20 hours straight.
My mind stopped pulsating just long enough to gasp, “Help, help me Freddy.”
“What, what are you saying?”
“Look Freddy,” I’m in trouble, at least I don’t know if I’m in trouble or what. I related my story and let Freddy make up his own mind.
“All right, all right. I’ll be there in the morning, first flight out of LAX. Now call the cops and get your Fox out of there case this bag man comes back. For all that you know, he’ll change his mind.”
The cops came. The cops locked me up. Freddy got me out on bail.
The cops would not, could not believe my story. I gave them my best description of the masked man. So now they think that I’m playing games. What else can I say and do?
Freddy, true to form, laughed it off, and like a true entrepreneur, recommended that we do as the masked man said, “cleanup” the mess.
We were just in time to catch Simon’s ex-wife as she exited the soiled home. “Yes,” she cried, “Please help me get this house back together so that I can sell it and get on with my life.”
I could see that Freddy’s interests now included Simon’s ex-wife as well as cleaning.
“Leave it to us; we’re willing to help you in any way that we can.” he said in his smoothest tone. Freddy knew his way around women as well as anyone. With four marriages behind him, he had enough experience.
Not long afterward Freddy moved to Orlando, Florida. Orlando offered Freddy plenty of fun in the Sun, and most importantly, plenty of stone floors. Orlando’s many hotels offered beauty and entertainment to their guests. Their guests were first introduced to beautiful stone floors throughout their lobbies and often in their guests’ restrooms. Freddy was out to stay busy and have fun doing it.
Freddy disappeared in his own world for some time before I was to hear from him again.
Regressing to the Hit Man’s appearance in our lives, I have wondered how he came to be such a wonder. Is he a creature of his environment, or perhaps genetic mutation of some sort? Are we to believe that the 20th century produced social environments capable of producing this monster? Are we to believe that somehow, some place, a genetic strain somehow led to this monster? Perhaps the two working in concert led to this monster’s emergence as a one-time creation? I cannot say with any authority.
Let’s pretend that somehow a genetic mutation occurred that gave the Hit Man a propensity for his weird behavior. Let’s also pretend that at one time his social milieu led the Hit Man to his unique costume and his murderous occupation.
One, how do we understand his genetic propensity toward psychopathic murder? Science has not uncovered one gene pointing directly to social outcomes, but for infantile patterns in nursing behavior. Granted, the Genome Project has shown about a 10 percent influence from evolution over the past 100,000 years (Discovery ddddd). Other than this general finding, how might evolution have created a genetic predisposition toward homicide? It would not, could not exist for long in any speicies unless such behavior somehow lead to greater reproductive success.
Now if this strictly strong, materialist approach to explaining the Hit Man’s place among us somehow lacks, then we can look for something else.
If one takes a biblical view of this whole matter, neither environment nor genetics plays a role in the Hit Man’s emergence. His part in the world is pre-ordained. He has somehow chosen a path of assassination from a Manachean field of choices. Even here we run into the same explanations problems as our materialist understanding. We just do not have enough evidence one way or another to explain his place, his existence in our world.
Much has been said about the Hit Man’s mother. Who was she? How old was she at his birth? Did she breast feed him, and so on. We have nothing to go on at this point, other than our first reports of his existence show that his father raised him with a pillow case over his head. No one knows for sure what he looks like, outside of his father.
We do know that the Hit Man’s teen years were punctuated by interactions with a Miss Sonia Webster. The two were almost “inseperable” throughout their junior high school years. Even in their high school years they remained close. In fact, an unsolved homicide occurred their sophomore year in the boy’s shower room. The victim, police records show, died of suffocation. A wash cloth stuffed in the victim’s throat. One would have believed at that time that our pillow case villian would have made it to a police line up, at least, but not so. Records show that the victim weighed twice as much and stood 18 inches above our masked villian.
So the Hit Man brushed close to a high school homicide while remaining close to Miss Sonia Webster. The two slowly led their lives into different directions. He, into a life of homicide; she into a life of religious commitment. Her life soon ended in the tropical forests of Maylasia while caring for leapers.
But for Miss Webster, the Hit Man’s life has carried on in a fully serial relationship manner. He has four wives, as of last count. He spends numerous hours sleeping with the four of them simultaneously.
And “what of their husbands?” you might wonder. It seems that of the first three, only the second remarried. Her husband, as fate would have it turned up floating in the Potomac River, just south of xxxxxxxxxxxx Maryland. We wonder what lead the second wife to suppose that it was safe to marry again after a marriage to the Hit Man. Was she so naïve, or did she misunderstand his generosity? Did he great the new husband with glee, planning an execution of the unsuspecting dolt, or did he slink off into the background to wait until the newly weds forgot his presence?
His history and the many homicides directly and indirectly relating to him are too numerous to recount here.
Just the same, let me recount one homicide of particular note.
In Houston, Texas police records show a homicide occurred in a local barber shot, Clem‘s custom and traditional hair cuts. The victim’s barber shop also served as his residence. Early one Saturday morning witnesses said that they heard what sounded like 3 gunshots from the barbershop, although they could not be certain of the gunshot sounds because their report was quite muffled. They also claimed too have seen a small man exiting the back of the shop, the residential side. All agreed that this man wore a white mask of some sort.
We have many stories like this one. They come, and then our witnesses begin to disappear. Sometimes they are found dead. Their demise is often questioned and found to be a homicide.
If you see where my narrative leads, then you too will suspect that this small fellow is a murderous creature with blood on his hands from many places and many times. He is a monster, and not the creation of an evolutionary twitch in the human genetic code or the creation of a Welfare State’s misplaced social creations.
The Hit Man is his own creation! He stands ready to strike out at the innocent at any moment. It happens that he prefers to “hit” the criminal community first or most often, but do not be mislead. He strikes at the most ciil members of our christian communities.
Let me take a break from this description of the Hit Man’s past and the homicides relating to his work.
I mentioned a Miss Sonoma Webster as the Hit Man’s earliest friend, perhaps his only friend. Now I msst bring up another relationship, a business relationship of a weird sort.
It turns out that once the Hit Man does his deed, he cannot tolerate a soiled dwelling as a result of his work. He blows his victim’s head off, splaters the entire dwelling with brains, blood, and cerebral fluid, and then has it cleaned professionally nonce the coroner recovers the victims. It seems that one crime scene cleaner in particular receives the Hit Man’s blessings, and you guessed it - - The Crime Scene Cleaner
Make no mistake about it; these two are in league. Sure, the csc may not perpetrate these homicides, he may have no notice of their occurrence, but he knows all too well when they occuur. We think that there must be, somehow, a way to indict this cleaner on conspiracy charges. We intend to do so, and shortly.
Now, remember the astronaut female arrested on attempted burglary, attempted murder, and battery charges? She meant to zap a woman involved with the same space program male. It turns out that her defense attorney learned that this Nowak woman had earlier dated the Hit Man. As a high achiever she had something for men wearing white hoods, however it works. It did work for her.
It also turns out that the Hit Man offered to “off” her competitor, but for a price. The price? One date with the csc. That’s it.
She refused after meeting the csc. “He’s too quite, too soft-like” she complained.
Now under close security, she may turn state’s witness to begin proceedings against both of these characters. It turns out that the csc has violated a parole limit a number of times. He was paroled from xxxxx for a hit-and-run while driving without his perscription glasses. If we can bring him in, then we can get to this “Hit Man,” hit back, and bring this monster down.
Inspector Forks slowly raised himself from his chair, slowly executing a short blast of flatulence as he stood straight, holding his empty coffee cup, smelling the odor of burnt coffee before he placed the empty cup on the cluttered table. Pictures of the hooded beast pushed and pulled too and fro during his oration testified to the tenacity of the department’s final goal for the masked demon, a place in the sun in front of a judge and jury; the sooner the better.
From the Hit Man’s pillow case looking out, we can only guess what he thought of the humanity he destroyed. We can only guess at what he thougth of the csc. We do know that the two shared some similarities as well as start differences.
The Hit Man’s personality seemed a bit on the eccentric side. He seem extroverted to those he chose to allow into his life. Definitely a thinking man, judging by his ability to even find probable cause to hold him after the.
We know too that he tends toward a materialist explanation of the Universe, which is something not to elaborate on just now. And we know that he is judgmental, believe it or not! The Hit Man has an ethics and morality of his own, and he sticks to them. We have many eye witnesses willing to testify that he insists upon paying for food, clothing, medicine, whatever, whenever he needs them. This is saying something when he can take just about whatever it is that he desires.
One have one eye witness account of a dispute between the Hit Man and csc. It seems that the cleaner refused payment from the Hit Man for cleaning a rather botched up job. We are told that the Hit Man said something to the effect, “It could have happened to just about anyone” in all sincerity.
We learn here that once the Hit Man makes an offer, that it must be accepted. The csc quickly learned this lesson when the Hit Man removed his 38 and shot the csc’s left ear-lobe. A small, bloody stump remained where his ear lob once fastened to his face.
The csc’s personality tends toward more process oriented in this regard. He expected to clean a botched crime scene by cleaning for free. In doing so, he was showing weakness where accepting payment reflected strength. Strength the Hit Man respects, weakness he fears, interestingly enough.
Our department psychologists suggests that the Hit Man has some sort of Sparky complex. We do not know. One day hope to know because once we establish a Sparky complex, more information will unfold.