Valentine’s Day massacres

[This piece is unfinished, a work-in-progress, posted today for reasons that will become obvious upon reading. Please make a note to return at a future date to check its progress.]

It’s Valentine’s Day, February 14th, a day usually associated with roses, over-sized and over-priced tasteless chocolate-covered strawberries, pajama- or bear-grams, frantic attempts to get a last-minute dinner reservation, and amore for those who played the game successfully. I pity the fool who forgot it, especially since it is easily remembered as the day after Galentine’s Day.

It was on this date in 1929 that members of Al Capone’s gang lined 7 members of the “Bugs” Moran gang up against a wall in a garage at 2122 North Clark Street in Chicago and opened fire with Thompson sub-machine guns—the so-called Saint Valentine’s Day massacre.

Today is also the anniversary of the mass shooting at the Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, FL. in 2018, which I will refer to simply as the Parkland shootings or just Parkland. This post is an indirect result of that event and what has followed, but not specifically about it, although that was my original intention when I began drafting it in May of last year. I intended to write about the lack of parental intelligence, sense, and control to prevent their children from being astroturfed as the faces of ready-made organized political agendas that were just waiting for the right triggering mechanism to occur in order to use them as poster children by a thoughtless insatiable sensationalist media and their audience; and of course, politicians, who used them up and spat them out for their purposes.

It sat for many months as I continued monitoring what was being written about the shootings and the related social and political side issues. I realized the public narratives became a microcosm of the hows and whys of our nasty state of social and political discourse. My intention changed to addressing a larger concern about how reporting and commentary about Parkland, or almost any other subject in the public domain with political overtones (what doesn’t!), has become symptomatic of a much larger pernicious and destructive paradigm.

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annus horribilis

While cruising and perusing the web for political commentaries this morning, I came across an article that included this gem regarding the nightmare that is the election of 2016: annus horribilis meaning “year of disaster or misfortune”—not what you were thinking (annus, not anus). The phrase is a compliment to 19th century Latin phrase, annus mirablis, meaning “wonderful … Read more

farrago

This is a bonus word found in the same source as the previous sacofricosis entry. Unlike sacofricosis, farrago actually appears in dictionaries. I have used it myself in my photography work to name a gallery that contained a farrago of uncategorized photos. I was pleasantly surprised to see it used in such a spot-on and appropriate … Read more

sacofricosis

An op-ed piece crossed my screen today that contained an interesting word to inaugurate this posting category. The word is sacofricosis which was used thusly: …Putting caraway seeds in white bread doesn’t make it a good rye any more than putting apple juice in rubbing alcohol makes it a good scotch. It may look like it, … Read more