Jason
Barnum, 37, shot at Anchorage police
officers last week, nearly killing a
couple of them. No one knows just
why, of course, although looking at
his face I could hazard a guess or
two.
At
his arraignment, Barnum reportedly
appeared fidgety, "swaying from side
to side, at times hitting his face
on the microphone. When asked basic
information from the judge like if
his name was spelled correctly,
Barnum replied 'sure' and 'sounds
good'."
Visible were his
numerous face tattoos. The right
side of his face is nearly covered
with skulls and skeletons. His lips
are rimmed with skeletal teeth and
an eyeball in the middle of his
forehead. His right eyeball was
tattooed black.
Now, the old adage would have us not
judge a book by its cover, but might
it not be in the best interest of
the nation's cops to begin judging
men and women by their tattoos
before the bullets start flying.
Look at this guy. (Where's Mad Max
when you need him?) And he's no
anomaly. The young cashier at the
grocery store yesterday looked
startlingly similar. About 17 years
old, she had wire running through
her lip, nostril and earlobe, and
the tats were so plentiful I
couldn't tell where one began and
the other ended.
Just another delicate young thing
from the neighborhood.
What does it say about a society
which is so morally rudderless that
it would consider acceptable, even
fashionable, that which every sane
man and woman in history would have
regarded as clear signs of systemic
demonic possession and proof
positive that the end was near?
When young people engage in
self-mutilation such as we're now
seeing everywhere on the streets of
America, quite obviously total
anarchy can't be far away. I don't
believe it's a stretch to suggest
that if you're prepared to rip up
your own face you're probably angry
enough to consider shooting up your
own town when the chips are really
down-- starting with peace officers,
mom, grandma or whoever might get in
the way. I have a hunch Mr. Barnum
might agree.
Of course,
I don't blame Mr. Barnum for the
fact that he looks like something
out of a Barnum & Bailey freak
show. Obviously, this poor guy is a
dangerous victim of something much
bigger and much more evil than
himself. The post-Christian social
order created him in any one of
their numerous laboratories
euphemistically referred to as
"public schools". After implementing
their ruthless Leftist social
agenda, while banning God from
hallways and classrooms alike,
public schools--along with their
willing accomplices in the pop
music, film and video gaming
industries--are now giving us whole
generations of illiterates, grown up
and ready to wage war on their own
cities, God, culture, religion,
families, the unborn, even their own
bodies.
Nice work, guys!
And the real howler in of all this
is that the same "enlightened"
engineers that created Mr. Barnum
and a whole society of zombies—a
nightmarish place where millions
need drugs, therapy or copious
amounts of alcohol just to get
through the day—this same bunch now
judges itself eminently qualified to
determine for the first time in the
history of the world that two men
ought to get married, same as two
women. Well, why not!
So
decree the patients now in total
command of the asylum.
The following article appears in
this week's Human Events and raises
questions well worth asking. Watch
your back out there—the night of the
living Enlightenment has fallen.
Tattoo You!
by Elie
Kerrigan
What is Western humanity doing to
itself?
What's with this tattoo craze that has
taken the world by storm? The body has been
projected beyond the personal and intimate,
to become a walking canvass. It seems more
and more people sport, one, two or
twenty-two tattoos. And this is no
one-nation, ethnic or religious fad, but
cuts across borders and countries: rich,
poor, fat or slim, men, women; Germans,
Spaniards, Americans --everywhere, everyone
has been branded.
This proud defiling of the body is, to
say the least, quite mystifying. Is the body
not meant to be a repository of our entire
selves? I will not go into what the Bible or
main monotheistic religions have to say
about them. Still, one would think this
practice anathema, for while it conceals
one's personality behind this self-made
laceration, it also labels and relegates the
wearer to a specific class or category of
person.
Tattoos, which at one point seemed to be
a dying practice, have come back with a
vengeance. There is a delirious infatuation
with them and there is no end to what one
gets to see drawn or written on these motion
pictures. From the fantastical and
allegorical to the plain crass, the entire
gamut of childish imagination is laid bare
before us. Decorum -- that
old-fashion-sounding word -- has been thrown
out the window. Or are those who wear them
meant to be making a point without having to
pronounce themselves, uncover their true
self, their identity, personality. In other
words, what makes each one of us a unique,
complex and interesting human being. On
occasions one sees in certain tribes -- from
Indians to Africans-- their bodies and/or
faces painted for a specific purpose,
usually ceremonial in nature. To be forever
plastered with a message or drawing,
however, is comparable to wearing the same
clothes or sticking to the same idea for
one's entire existence. Quite a curse if one
comes to think of it, for we are meant to
evolve, polish, and refine our ways with the
passing of time, even at the risk of
contradiction.
It is usually the young who are
inebriated by this blunt posturing, which at
times can be quite defying and provocative
in nature -- but almost always rash.
Back in the old days to be tattooed had
some significance. It was a mark, a sign
that set apart those who bore them. It had
to be "earned," like a badge of courage or
daring, and it was mostly sailors or
convicts who wore them, and usually only
one, to symbolize a lost love, the clues to
a hidden treasure or for other such fanciful
reasons. There was mystery behind them, a
story. No more. Nowadays, tattoos are like
modern constructions:pêle-mêle,
confusing, ugly.
When certain practices become fashionable
what usually ends up occurring is that the
initial idea or reason behind them loses all
sense and purpose, creating the very
opposite of what was meant or intended in
the first place. This life-long fashion,
however, is self-nullifying. Some will come
of age and realize that what they thought as
original or unique at one point in time is
no longer so appealing or attractive. All
the more so in these times where immediate
pleasures are the norm.
Alas, since gravity has that crushing
feeling, in the end, whether we like it or
not, tattoos are not a pretty sight.
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