News, noteworthy and otherwise

by reenee, Santa Maria

What is the media's fascination with the JonBenet Ramsey murder case? How about our fascination? Was it that she was a six-year old beauty queen? Was it the public's perception of her parents without having any substantial facts about them? Was it that she was from a wealthy white family? As horrendous as this murder was, there have been other murders just as horrific if not worse.

Other parts of the country do not have a monopoly on crimes against children. Here in the Santa Maria area we have our own brand of psychotics running around loose. One homegrown pathetic loser killed his pregnant girlfriend and her small child. Yet another loser beat, tortured and almost killed her newborn baby trying to get her boyfriend's attention. More recently, we have the Grover Beach grandmother convicted of murdering her former son-in-law. These heinous crimes happen all over the world and in increasing numbers. But, I digress.

The Ramsey murder occurred almost ten years ago. When it happened, the Boulder, Colorado Keystone Cops, who obviously could not find their collective butts with both hands felt that their best suspects were the Ramseys themselves. This child's mother had to live with a cloud of suspicion over her head until the day she died this past June. Naturally, the media, forever looking for news to discredit the rich and famous, jumped on the bandwagon and ran with it. It was a disgusting feeding frenzy that continues today.

Every single day since he was arrested, John Mark Karr has been in the news. It's usually the same information, rehashed with perhaps one new "bombshell" added. Today's new addition was "the suspect sought treatment at a sex change clinic." In addition to the usual titillation over this little piece of information that in reality is none of our business, people will now demonize those that have sought this treatment.

Just to add to the circus that continues to surround this case, this guy was escorted out of Thailand by an investigator from the Boulder, Colorado District Attorney's office, a security officer wearing a Homeland Security t-shirt and a few others. So we wouldn't have to wonder needlessly about the minute details, we were told that Karr arrived in a white van, was not handcuffed, and enjoyed a glass of champagne before the airplane took off. The investigator however, had orange juice. Aren't you glad you know that? I know I am, I was breathlessly waiting for this information, although I am somewhat disappointed that we still don't know whether he wears boxers or briefs. I'm hoping that once they land, the media will fill in all of the missing gaps with as much useless information as they can, because, well, inquiring minds want to know.

This is not going to end any time soon, evidenced by the fact that when you type John Mark Karr into the Google search engine, you get no less than 3,880,000 results. So, settle down, get some popcorn and let all of this flow over you. At that point it's up to you whether you pay attention to it or not.

Good manners are made up of petty sacrifices

by reenee, Santa Maria

I'm still so aghast at how people behave towards those in wheelchairs that I posted this here and on my own blog. I can usually tolerate ill-mannered boorish behavior by chalking it up to the fact that they are more than likely peasants, unrefined and unaware of niceties like simple common courtesy.

As I mentioned yesterday on my blog, I went to the Old Spanish Days Fiesta to specifically attend the Mariachi Festival. I went with two friends and Mom. Although she won't admit it, Mom is a little bit slower at walking than the rest of us, so knowing that the huddled masses would be teeming, we decided that putting her in a wheelchair was our best option, and hers, due to her bad knees. Not only that, our parking space would be greatly improved, thus aiding the rest of us with our own physical deficits. Okay, mine. Hey, one has to use all of their advantages when among the unwashed. Anyways, getting into the Santa Barbara Bowl was not a problem, we arrived early enough to make it easy. Getting out was another thing. People were stampeding to the exits, as if their lives depended upon it. One woman almost beaned Mom with her cane as I tried to navigate through these peasants. One of the security guards had to scream at them to allow us though the gate. Once we'd made it down the elevator it was another trauma for Mom. As I was hollering for people to get out of the way, a young man saw my predicament and offered to help me. When I agreed, he took hold of the arm of the wheelchair and began to push his way though the crowd propelling us through as he hollered, "Make way! Wheelchair coming through!" Let me tell you, the crowd parted for him. I think it was not only due to him pushing through, but also because of his friend who was at least 6'4" and built like a refrigerator and hollering, "La Señora!" These two young men saved us, otherwise we might still be there.
Perhaps if these rude people were to put in some time in a wheelchair, they'd understand. However, I'm not going to hold my breath.