Fraying Social
Fabric & the Booty Drought
Although the
day was grey the sun did break through the clouds for an hour to embellish the
glorious view of Downtown Los Angeles against the backdrop of the snow covered
San Gabriel Mountains as we sat on top of Deak’s Modified Rasta Jerk Barbeque
truck at the highest point at Kenneth Hahn State Recreation Area aka Kenny Hahn
Park.
We had just
eaten some jerk pork and we were now drinking some Sensi Tea as we had a
civilized smoke from a hookah made of silver and ivory. We had some light conversation about the
glory of creation and the beauty of this land named by the Conquistadors of
Spain, from a 15th Century novel "Las Serges de
Esplandian," which described an earthly paradise.
I wondered
out loud why anybody could hurt children how anyone could corrupt their own
hearts so to darken their ability to feel the presence of God in the glory of
creation. Then I sat back and took
another hit from the hookah, that’s when Deak went off. “RJ, the problem is not guns, it’s not people
with guns, it’s damaged people with guns.”
I said, “explain that Deak, are you talking about mentally ill folks who
have weapons?”
Deak took a
toke from the hookah and proceeded with his discourse.
“RJ, look at the problem for what it is…most
of dem be young white boys or white men wit’ weapons shooting up crowds of
people, total strangers to make a statement.
That statement is born from two facts…they are loaners with no woman and
they are so un-masculine they shy away from men for fear of being teased and
mocked.
Yes RJ, the
problem is when you spend your whole life being socialized to believe you have
the right to anything you want but you lack the physical and spiritual attributes
needed to give and get basic human love, the need overwhelms and manifests
itself into something ugly.”
“Deak,
white boys aint the only ones shooting people at random, two black fools from
Virginia sniped 11 people around Washington D.C. just 10 years ago. One of them got put to death.”
“I said most
of dem be white RJ, but the problem still boils down to not being able to be a
man, not being able to show you belong in society. If society rejects one at more than a few
basic levels a man will revolt, he will fight that society and strike out at
all who reject him.” Even though I was riding a good buzz, ethereally floating
through the cloudy expanses of Southern California, I was able to pursue a
chain of thought.
“So Deak,
let me see if I’m getting you straight; if a man feels rejected or is incapable
of giving or receiving basic love, have a girlfriend, hang with a group of guys
with a common interest or participate in school, social gatherings or
government, that man will strike out with a statement of power to show that he
is somehow significant, even if it means killing those he wants to belong to…is
that right?”
“Yeah Mon,
it’s all about being somebody when the world sees you as an insignificant wimp.” I thought about that for a minute, not making
any judgment I asked Deak, “if what you say is valid, what is the root cause
for a man feeling or being so insignificant that he must shoot up a bunch of
people to legitimize his existence?”
“RJ it boils
down to one thing and one thing only…pussy!” “WHAT? (I was in the middle of a
long toke and started choking).” After I
stopped coughing, my buzz now dissipated, I came crashing down on top of the
modified bread truck. “How is pussy or a woman the cause for killing a bunch of
people?”
Deak looked at me and shook his
head laughing as I snapped out of my buzz.
“RJ, a man
wants to show the world he is a man by being the strongest, the fastest, the
smartest, the coolest, the best looking, the most powerful or the most
desired. He wants to show that he is a
man.
All of the losers who kill up the
innocents are not just looked down on, I bet girls or women laughed at them on
sight. All men are afflicted by a pussy drought all
over the world brought on by the bad economy but losers feel it most because
they get stepped on even worse.”
I felt the
chill of a cool breeze go down my back as I thought about the logic in Deak’s
argument.
“So Deak,
what empirical evidence are you using to support this view?” Deak looked at me and hit the hookah for a
long toke and said, “empirical evidence…?”
“RJ, history is the evidence. Every man who has a problem with his body or
his mind manifested that insecurity by going after legitimacy through securing
power or exacting compensation; man with little dick gets long fast car to
compensate and so on.”
“OK Deak, some historical
examples if you please.”
Napolean
Bonaparte was a short insignificant little Commander who never got noticed
around those big, bad ass French officers from the mainland. The shortass Corsican had a little mans
complex. He didn’t stop even after
conquering Europe because he thirsted on the power and adoration of the women who
ignored him when he was a ragged bedraggled field officer looking for food
after the revolution.
Rodrigo
Borgia, contemptuous of the Italian’s and being a descendant from servants from
the house of an Aragonese (Spanish) Lord, treated the Church, Italian
Government, Italian women and his associates with absolute disdain and
hate. Rodrigo Borgia also known as Pope
Alexander VI committed incest, murders, rape and dozens of other abominations
as Pope of the Catholic Church.
Adolf Hitler
was a marginal painter and artist who couldn’t sell much of his work to support
himself. He survived WW1, as a German War
Veteran he was bitter over Germany’s loss, blaming it on the Jews of which he was
one.
This hate filled pitiful vagabond
had an oratory gift that seduced a nation.
He committed some of the grossest and most evil acts against humanity in
history and at the heart of it was his inability to love a woman with natural
affection.”
“I said “cut
to the chase Deak are you saying that it is the presence of a woman or the lack
of a woman’s presence that is the cause for mental illness and sociopathic
behavior?”
“RJ, I say
yes to both those realities because a woman can be present and give venom
instead of milk and hate instead of love.
Sometimes a cold stare from a woman can be as nasty as a stabbing. Scalded souls seldom heal.”
The sun hid
itself in the clouds and the cold drizzle didn’t help the buzz kill that this
conversation had on me. So we got into
the truck.
“So what are
you saying Deak, that lack of pussy makes you angry and hard?”
"No RJ, I’m saying absence of pussy makes you
crazy and rejection by pussy makes you psychotic.
Tell me the truth RJ, where would you be
right now if there wasn’t a woman in your life, not Mommy, on some level to confront, help,
heal or support you? Tell me what your
life would be like if you have the guts.”
“I have
spent the last few years of my life without a constant woman companion in my
life. But I will admit by listening
sometimes a woman has helped me see things differently Deak.” “So a woman in your life has made you more
stable, right RJ?” “Maybe so Deak, but I
don’t agree that total lack of a woman in your life can make you a crazed killer.”
“RJ, lack of
a woman’s presence is as much responsible for wars, insurrections and
overthrows of government as a lying conniving self seeking bitch who causes the
problems.” As Deak drove down La Cienega
Blvd, I asked him, “what do you see as the answer to the problem of mad men and
boys with guns shooting up people Deak?”
“Listen, it’s
difficult to hurt someone with a tit in your hand or your pole in a hole. Also it’s about mindset, it’s difficult to
stay mad at anyone or circumstance after a bowl of Sensimillia or primo ‘mother
nature’ RJ. Weed and Women are the things
that will save civilization and turn it from the madness it has been afflicted
with and the darkness it stumbles in.”
We then
pulled up to a house a little distance from the park. At that time two Jamaican
goddesses jumped in the truck. “Ya Mon,
dem ride with us to Duarte RJ.” Deak introduced us and the ride became an
adventure.
“Deak, you
ever think you’d get armed and do something rash, do you think you could be
pushed into striking out in armed aggression against man or society?” “No RJ, as long as there is Weed, Wine and
Women I could not see me hurting anyone except in self defense, take away dem
and I start the revolution.”
For a while I
felt like a cross between Cheech Marin and Hugh Heffner.
RJ
