Spotlight on police brutality

There is nothing new about police brutality. America is a violent country and brute force has been part of the landscape for a long time… but it has to stop. It has to be purged from our society, especially from all law enforcement agencies.

Mahatma Gandhi

Uncalled brutality does not serve any purpose other than to humiliate its victims. Ultimately it does not inspire respect or even fear, but hatred and a desire for retribution.

Even though some policemen are clearly guilty of gross misconduct, they are not directly to blame for their actions. Their direct leadership is… and above all, our  Justice system that bears the blame for such a national disgrace. Following the shocking death of George Floyd, the President of the United States should also have made a forceful statement condemning this tragedy. He did not.

When such a drama occurs, stern discipline should be immediately enforced. To show everyone that this kind of behavior won’t be tolerated. All officers involved should instantly be removed from duty and held accountable.

There is no need for brutality anytime. In law enforcement, brawn is sometimes necessary, but gratuitous violence should never be used or tolerated.
When the public sees somebody mistreating a dog, there is a popular outcry and the guilty person is immediately apprehended. The same treatment should be applied to any brutal law enforcement officer.

A community needs a police force, but it should be beyond reproach. The minute its members misbehave, they immediately lose respect and credibility.

Protests are understandable (and warranted), but vandalism and looting are not. They cheapen the rightful anger of the protesters. A massive, dignified demonstration would have had a more positive impact on the popular psyche than fires and wanton destruction.

When this is over, the name of George Floyd will slowly fade away, but the devastation brought by vandals will be remembered for a long time. It will stigmatize one more time the victims of police brutality and unfortunately, make it harder to empathize with them.

The moral burden of this disastrous story is born by a government that cares more about business and politics than fairness and human compassion.

“I object to violence because when it appears to do good, the good is only temporary; the evil it does is permanent.” Mahatma Gandhi

Protest yes, but wretched violence no.


Do you want to be my friend?

I receive “friends requests” on Facebook rather regularly, It is flattering, and at the same time a little intriguing.

I am not averse to “friendship” mind you, but before we (virtually) rub elbows, I would like to know a little bit more about you. Asking me to become your friend is like inviting me for a date. And I am a little choosy in this domain…You would not venture out with a totally unknown person, would you? Your prospective date could be a white supremacist, a Russian spy, a hired assassin, a Goth, or worse, a Trumpist…

Before agreeing to a request, I check the quester’s profile, and very often I draw a blank. His/her outline is as virginal as the driven snow. Absolutely no clue who they are, where they live or what they do. Two or three blurry, insignificant pictures and that’s it.

Why would a stranger request to be my “friend” without giving me the slightest tip about him/herself? This is not the way friendship works. Before we become amigos, I want to know what makes you tick… Because what is a friend?

“A friend is your buddy, your pal, your amigo, your comrade. You know, someone you trust and like enough to hang out with on a regular basis.”

OK then, how can I trust you if I don’t know anything about you?

If you want to become “mon ami” you also need to tell me about you, maybe to woo me, to praise me a little. You have read my stories, you have seen my photographs, you have seen me doing wonders on the pétanque field… you idolize me.

« Que vous êtes joli ! que vous me semblez beau ! »
How pretty you are! you look so gorgeous to me!

If I fail to see any of these, I will usually ignore your request. My standard policy is “show me yours, I’ll show you mine.” You cannot have your cake and eat it too.

To sum it up…

If you want to be my friend, you will have to tell me a little bit about you. Even if you don’t entirely fit the bill, we might still have enough in common to become quasi-friends.


Hé ! bonjour, Monsieur du Corbeau.
Que vous êtes joli ! que vous me semblez beau !
Sans mentir, si votre ramage
Se rapporte à votre plumage,
Vous êtes le Phénix des hôtes de ces bois.»

Jean de la Fontaine

Meet Moronavirus’ partners in crime

Like a menacing cobra, the Moronavirus is rearing its ugly head!
Just when you thought that the pandemic was abating, it might get worse. A second wave of the dreaded Coronavirus is sweeping the country and it might be deadlier than the first one.

The culprit is the Moronavirus and it is as cunning and deadly as its cousin. It is a light and nimble traveler that likes to hitch rides on easy marks, and there seem to be plenty of them around. The Morona is like a flea; it has prodigiously strong hindlimbs, and it takes just a short jump to find a new place to live and multiply.

Unlike the Coronavirus that was originally thought to only threaten older folks , the Moronavirus seems to be fonder of younger crowds. The kind of young adults (?) who like to party while guzzling loads of suds.

These airheads don’t seem to believe that the enemy is still among us. Out of sight, out mind, right? After 2 months of confinement, and especially when the sun is shining, they are itching to get out and live it up. Some think that social distancing is just a “socialist” plot to keep them from having fun. Masks be damned as well!

We are young and healthy and there are few chances that the Moronavirus will attack us. Vulnerable? we are too active to be… Live for the present… who knows what tomorrow will bring…

What about spreading this disease to other people?  If they don’t like it, let them stay away from us.
But you will eventually come in contact with friends, relatives, colleagues…  and Moronavirus loves to schmooze…
We will take a chance! After all, life is a gamble. We want to have fun while we can.

All right…
By the way, do you know why this virus is called Moronavirus? You don’t? It was named in honor of its friends… it still does not ring a bell?

What if I said:

Airhead, birdbrain, blockhead, bonehead, cretin, dimwit, dodo, donkey, doofus dope, dork, dullard, dumdum, dummkopf, dummy, dunce, dunderhead, fathead, half-wit, idiot, ignoramus, knucklehead, moron, nitwit…

Or, egocentric, egotistical, egomaniacal, self-centered, self-regarding, self-obsessed, self-seeking, self-serving, wrapped up in oneself, thoughtless, unthinking uncaring, heedless…

Still don’t get it?

Lawd, forgive them blockheads!