Archive for December, 2012
Jann Scotts Journal: Gamers film makers drug dealers and gun manufacturers are on my SHIT list this Christmas0
I have been talking about these people on Radio and TV since the late 1980′s . For a while it was just christian preachers and a few brave mental health workers who were sounding the alarm. Now since Sandy Hook everybody is talking about it.
When you fill young men’s heads with bull shit, it will influence them into bad behavior.
Klebolt and Harris were obsessed with the video game Doom. The game took hold of their minds and turned them into the first school mass murderers.
James Holmes was obsessed with violent Batman movies and video games. In his isolation he went mad and shot scores of people in an Aurora movie theater.
I blame the video game manufacturers for preying on our children. We need to go after them as harshly as we go after the gun manufacturers. They are greedy monsters. All of the violent film makers are the same kind of trash. And we need to go after the film industry too. I am. It is a disgrace what they have done to our country.
Boulder of course is incredibly stupid. We legalized pot here and the first thing that happened is two monsters from CU attacked an entire class room by poisoning brownies with potent drugs, sending kids and teacher to the hospital. I hope they go to the penitentiary.
This is a city which embraces developers of violent video games. It is a city which embraces illegal Hacking. It is a city which embraces illegal drug use. It is a city which embraces violence.
How did we ever get to a place in America where we tolerated movie makers who pump out so many violent films that our children have gone mad and have started to commit mass murders. The Gamers, the gun manufacturers, the dope dealers, the film makers and oh lets not forget Boulder’s Giant porn industry that no one wants to talk about.
New Frontier Media has hundreds of employees. It recruits young girls in Hollywood. They promise them stardom and big money. The girls become addicted to narcotics, work in sleazy hotels, are abused and sold. All of their exploitation is orchestrated right here in Boulder where the movies are made and then distributed. Yes we are the center of sexual slavery too. And we call it a business.
Shame on the whole city for allowing this to go on.
From the heart of the monster
Boulder is not immune to crazy acts of violence. It only thinks it is the way Sandy Hook did. Boulder has had a history of extreme acts of violence by very insane people.
In the 1970s A Boulder high girl was raped , shot and murdered as she washed new car at Buckingham park. A 10 year old girl was brutally murdered in her home . She lived a block from JonBenet Ramsey. The crime occurred 25 years before.
In the 1960′s a janitor ravaged and brutally murdered a female CU music student. The crime scene was so bloody and cruel it cannot be discussed here.
In the 1980′s Michael Bell shot 5 people at a gun range in Boulder He killed two. Sid Wells was brutally murdered with a shot gun blast to the head in a dope dealing operation gone bad. Involved was Robert Redford and his daughter. It was a celebrated case.
in the 1990s A Boulder county student held his girl friend Hostage with an AR 15 assault rifle at CSU . He fired rounds all day. A police sniper finally shot and killed him at 200 yards away.
In the 1990s 6 year old JonBenet Ramsey was brutally murdered in Americas most sensational child murder. In the same decade a 19 year old CU female student was abducted off Canyon Blvd and raped by an Asian gang. she was then thrown to the side of the road and left for dead. CU student Susanah chase was brutally raped and murdered at 19th and Spruce as she walked home from a night of Pizza and beer in downtown Boulder.
Also in the 1990′s Amanda McDonald was crushed by her boyfriends SUV as she drunkenly car surfed up flagstaff Mt. Boulder also experienced 3 days of alcohol riots in the 90s where scores of police officers were injured. For two years Boulder endured couch fires, firemen being targeted by Molotov cocktails
In 2010 a man with Aspergers went off at Boulder Stove and Flooring and killed everybody in the store. He shot his employer, his wife and himself in a mass shooting.
In 2011 a gunman shot and killed a star football player on the hill.
In 2012 a drunk young petite college girl wondered into the wrong house on the hill and was shot by a panicked psychiatrist aided by his hysterical wife.
1n 2012 Two students attacked their entire CU class by purposely loading brownies with a potent Marijuana strain sending 5 of them to the hospital and making the entire class sick. Some brush this of as a prank. but it was still an attack on a classroom.
Oh it goes on in Boulder
The level of violence has steadily increased in this city as it has all across the world.
Gun sales are up at the thriving gun store.
Driven by movies, video games, young men are driven to incredible acts of violence and mass shootings all over the world.
from not so safe city
Some names have been changed in this column out of respect to the homeless men discussed here.
At 6:30 pm I picked up Chad outside of the Boulder One Foundation where he had attended an AA meeting.. Cleo had called me at 5:00 and asked if I could give Chad a ride to St Andrews Church on Baseline which hosts tonight’s BOHO, Boulder Outreach Homeless Overflow. She didn’t feel comfortable giving a homeless street alcoholic a ride anywhere.
I have known Chad for 30 years. He grew up in Boulder and has been on and off the streets due to his chronic addiction to alcohol. Tonight he was sober as a Boulder County judge. He’s been sober for the past few months. But he’s penniless.
When we arrived at St. Andrews there was a line of 130 people outside the door. White Horse who runs BOHO came out to greet me. Inside was his wife Julie and two other staff members. Next a personal media tour took place where I saw an elaborate housing operation under way. Room after room was filled with mats, bedding, plastic floor coverings, dog kennels, snacks. Card tables up with computers were set in the lobby for staff. At seven the doors opened for Boulder’s poor , hungry unwashed and forgotten.
One of the problems is that this population are not sober enough for the Boulder Homeless Shelter.Over 80%of them are intoxicated. They are all alcoholics of the hopeless street variety. White Horse and his team provide dignity, shelter, clothes and food for these chronically ill people. These are not out of work construction workers or scientists. These are chronic street alcoholics.
During the night the police will stop by routinely with more drunk homeless men and women who need shelter.
Unlike the Boulder Homeless Shelter, BOHO is a wet shelter. As long as people behave they can come in. That’s good otherwise we would have more dead frozen guys.
This goes on night after night in Boulder in a different church every night. The churches are all Christian and one Jewish Temple. Christian Judea teachings really call upon its members to help the poor. And thank God it does. It does not seem to be the case in Boulder’s other 200 religions in my experience.
According to the staff no city or county officials, no commissioners, no council member, no judges or city or district attorneys have ever visited BOHO when it is in full swing on a cold winter night. They need to be there and get a tour. This is the low down side of homelessness.
As for Chad, he thanked me for the ride and will try to stay close to the few sober people in BOHO for the night. In the morning when he has to leave at 8:00, he will brave the weather and head back over to Boulder One Foundation for more AA meetings, free coffee and warmth of the building and recovering alcoholics.
BOHO estimates there are over 2, 000 homeless people sleeping outside tonight. 260 more of them are in BOHO or Boulder Homeless Shelter. 30 additional are at the Addiction Recovery Center. 200 more are in the Boulder County Jail. Another 40 will go to Boulder Community Hospital ER homeless entrance. The police, fire and ambulance will go on 10 callsl to pick up more street addicts. We will spend $5,000 tonight providing them emergency services. These are men and women who have lost their ability to metabolize alcohol and drugs and they are dying on our streets. Until they do BOHO offers shelter from the storm.
God Bless them this Christmas
“If you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then your light will rise in the darkness, and your light will become like the noonday.” (Isaiah 58:10).
In a time of so much cynicism, war and unrest, It brings to mind a time long ago when a young New York city girl was having her doubts. “Her father In 1897, Dr. Philip O’Hanlon, a coroner’s assistant on Manhattan’s Upper West Side, was asked by his then eight-year-old daughter, Virginia (1889–1971), whether Santa Claus really existed.
O’Hanlon suggested she write to The Sun, a prominent New York City newspaper at the time, assuring her that “If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.” He unwittingly said.
Eight-year-old Virginia O’Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor of New York’s Sun, and the quick response was printed as an unsigned editorial Sept. 21, 1897. The work of veteran newsman Francis Pharcellus Church has since become history’s most reprinted newspaper editorial, appearing in part or whole in dozens of languages in books, movies, and other editorials, and on posters and stamps.”
September 21, 1897
To the editor of the New York Sun
“DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old.
“Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
“Papa says, ‘If you see it in THE SUN it’s so.’
“Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?
“115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET.”
VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You may tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
“President Franklin D. Roosevelt: Yesterday, December 7, 1941—a date which will live in infamy—the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.”
I had written about this previously in My Life in Boulder
My Father Joseph M Scott I would be 102 if he were still alive today, but he was there on the beaches of Normandy on June 20th 1944.
“Oh I was in the war alright and I wasn’t in the rear with the gear either. I was right up front in the fighting getting shot at everyday. I was a dog face private first class. They tried to make me a Sargent . I didn’t want any part of it. I was 31 years old, while most of the guys were in there 20′s . I mean, Christ guys my age were Majors and Colonels. When I joined I was president of a company. I had a business, a wife and a family and I wanted to get back to them. So I was mostly concerned with staying alive. Yes, they wanted me to go to Officers Candidate school, but that meant I would have to stay in for another year. I didn’t know if I was going to get out of there alive. A lot of guys I was with were getting killed. Eventually I did get wounded and that was bad enough. I was in hospital for 6 months and it took me a few years to convalesce.
What was it like ? You don’t want to know about that. All you need to know is that a lot of men went there to do a job to rid the world of the scourge and get back home. That’s what we did. There was no glory in it.There was just a lot of pain and suffering that I never want you to see.”
My Dad did join Patton’s 3rd Army on August 1 and was soon wounded in the push across France. He never liked to talk about it, but he was a real war hero. He had ribbons and medals. He qualified expert in the M-1 carbine, M-1 Garand, The BAR, the 38 and the 1911 Colt 45. He was dead shot and everybody wanted to be with him. He did become squad leader and was awarded a battlefield officers commission just before he was wounded. He insisted on turning it down but to no avail. However, he refused to sew on his 2nd LT bar. “Hell no I didn’t want to become an officer. They are the first person the Germans killed.” But the Army forced it on him after all of the officers in his company were killed.
The war had a bad effect on him. He saw a lot of killing. One thing that troubled him were all of the civilians who were wandering, starving and lost. “You are so lucky to live in America”, You never had to live through that. ”
I know I am. We all are. God bless you dad and thanks for your sacrifice.
Jann Scott’s Journal
In the heart of America