Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Heroes and Villians

Villians
They exist and a lot closer than we thought. Friday night was really fun for us. We took the kids to the Trunk-or-Treat and chili cook-off at the ward. Ben, again, dressed as Harry Potter, Matthew as Tigger, and Caitlyn in her Orange and Black Halloween dress. As I gathered the kids to make rounds to the trunks for treats, Benjamin informed me that he was not a baby and wanted to go with his friends. OK. I had no problem with that and he is probably right. So we saw him maybe once or twice all night, but he had fun with his friends. Matthew as usual, was always one trunk ahead of Caity and me as we gathered treats of all kinds. The night ended well. Roxann won the award for "Most Creative Trunk" and we all had the best fun. We went home and put the kids to bed. A couple of hours later, we followed turning in for the night. All was well.

We thought.


Around 1:45-2AM I awoke to Roxann. She was hollering at me to get the phone so that she could call the police. As I stumbled out of bed I heard the commotion that sounded as if it were coming from the other side of the front door. There was loud yelling and cursing between what seemed to be 2 or three men. It sounded horrendous, loud and violent. As I got downstairs and fumbled around for the phone I heard what ran a cold chill down my spine: "He's got a gun!". I grabbed the phone and ran upstairs. I handed it to Roxann (she is better at calling the police) and she dialed 911. She told them what she heard. Almost immediately we saw 2 squad cars, shining their lights toward our buildings. They passed down the street as they looked for the perpetrators who by this time had scattered. They passed down the street. We then observed 2 black males running toward a 90's model Toyota Corolla. They jumped in and the car sped away. We called the police again to tell them what we saw. The police simply missed them. 45 minutes later we saw an unmarked Crown Vic pull up outside of the house. 3 detectives climbed out and headed toward our door. I fumbled around for some pants and went downstairs with Roxy to answer the door. 3 detectives all alike. Same mustache, same shirt, same height, all alike in every way. They questioned us about what we had heard and saw. They left. It was 3am by this time and we crawled back into bed, tired but unable to sleep. We heard more talking later and sprang to the windows, It was the detectives questioning more neighbors. I finally made it to sleep around 4 but it was far from restful. I tossed and turned at the thought of not being able to protect my family. What would I do if someone came into my home? I was freaking out.

We went about our activities on Saturday with apprehension and unease. The vulnerability that we felt created an unspoken tension that was present throughout the day. Around 2 that afternoon we saw more police in the parking lot. They were questioning our neighbors in the next building over. Roxann called one of our neighbors who lives down on the corner of the other building. She told us what had happened the night before and why the police were there this afternoong.

Friday night, 5 black males were raping a girl in our parking lot. One neighbor, a large black man, confronted the group and tried to get them to stop. This was the yelling that we had heard. One of the men in the group who were pulled a gun on the good samaritan. He announced that this man had a gun and retreated back into his house. The men scattered. The next day,they came back to the good neighbor, put a gun in his face and threatened him. This is why the police were back.

So... we are looking to move as soon as possible. I have to call our management company and explain to them why they are going to let me out of my lease. We looked at a house last night. It is in the ward and Ben will be in the same school. It is big and we are excited about it. Wish us luck and please remember us in your prayers.


Heroes
So the second season of Heroes is causing blood to shoot from my eyes. Their constant pandering to the political correct themes of the day are making me wish I had never set eyes on the series. Don't get me wrong. I love the story line. It is good, but they are interjecting things that make me want to find the writers and punch them in their faces.

Let me give you a run down of the feed from heroes. New story lines have been introduced and they make me sick.

1. Katrina Victim.
A new girl with special abilities who happens to be Micha'a aunt is a young single black woman raising her brother and taking care of her mother in "Katrina Aftermath" New Orleans. Not only do we get to see her struggle at the fast food restaurant where she works, but we were even treated to a photo montage of the Katrina devastation with the ghostly "double exposure" image of this poor woman's face so we can see the tragedy of Katrina and its affects on poor black people. Holy freakin' Crap! It is bad enough to hear her whining about what she is going to do constantly because the hurricane took everything, but now we have to put up with video montages. Good job, Hollywood. From what I can tell is that Black people will never get over Katrina and are only good enough to work at McDonalds. Way to keep stereotypes off the books. They have been rubbing this in our faces for so long now... Watch a New Orleans Saints Football game lately? I have and you will hear the word Katrina at least 20 times an hour. When are we going to move on with our lives. Sure it was tragic, sure people died, but move on. It was by far not the worst disaster ever. And black people are better than that. They do not have to work at McDonalds and obsess about the last disaster in their lives.


2. Illegal Immigrants are people, too.
The latest characters are a brother/sister duo from Mexico or South America somewhere and they are going to have a better life if they just get to America. No, really. They are trying to illegally cross the border to have a better life and find answers to the powers that they have. I cannot stress enough how much this makes me want to stab my own eyes out with a twizzler. We get to see them make deals with Coyotes and run from the law to have a better life in America. H O L Y C R A P !!!! It only gets worse when they finally cross the border and are confronted by the Minute Men. Or at least their version of it. This was last night. This was the point where I seriously contemplated not ever watching it again. Our "Heroes" find a hole in the fence at the border. They are elated. We get some soliloquy on freedom is just over there (not to mention free health care and schooling). They drive through and are immediately seized upon by the "Minute Men" who are a bunch of rabid, gun-toting, rednecks hooting and shooting off their guns and as if that is not enough, they attack the car rocking it whilst yelling, hooting and shooting their guns in the air. At no point do these men actually speak words. They just grunt and hop around like apes making noise and being violent.
Words escape me.

Spence

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Finally had a chance to check out your blog. I almost skipped the Heroes part because I am not interested in the show and now I know why I don't want to watch it. Katrina victims need to stop their freakin' whinin' and illegal immigrants need to seem themselves for what they are: criminals. Too bad the show protrayed the Minute Men that way--I tend to think of them as somewhat intelligent and actually applaud their cause....

Anonymous said...

Sorry about that last comment being titled "anonymouse said..." I'm new to replying or "commenting on blogs.

--Korynn

Anonymous said...

Ok, think I've figured this out. We will pray for you to get your new house. BTW, we might have to start our own blog. We think we actually spawned an offspring...

L S. "Spencer" Olsen said...

Last I heard, Minute Men sat in lawn chairs armed with cell phones and binoculars, calling border patrol when they see offenses.