I’ve read Brave New World and 1984. I know all about the Gestapo and how they became the leading spy agency in the world. I’ve heard all the doomsday scenarios about government surveillance. And yet I’m not at all bothered by Flock cameras, and I think that people who are against them are crying Henny Penny. Let me explain why the sky is not falling.

I’ve had a good run, more than five years, which is the human equivalent of fifty. But it’s getting harder and harder for me to find good things to write about.

Anyone who murders someone, when it is not in self-defense, is insane. Therefore, if you accept the premise that some murderers shouldn’t be prosecuted because of insanity, then we might as well invalidate all the murder laws and just send all the murderers to psychiatric hospitals, where they’ll get red-carpet treatment (at the taxpayers’ expense) and eventually be released back into society when some quack psychiatrist deems them “rehabilitated.”

It’s been a quiet Spring in Oakland. The trees and flowers blossomed early this year, sharing hue and fragrance with the warm air. The recent rains have been beneficial. Crime is down all over the city (as it is in all other U.S. cities), a reprieve we do not fully understand but can be grateful for.

The girl just can’t help it. She’s so filled with hatred for White people, she plays the race card like a floozy working the floor of a Vegas strip joint. Tell her that a Black man did something wrong, and her reaction is swift, predictable and disgusting: “You’re a racist!”