January 23, 2023

Today is the first day in months that we’ve been able to turn off the heat and open the windows.  How lovely the start of spring is, especially after such torrential rains.

The world it seems, is in a sorry state of affairs.  It always is on some level, but lately things look especially grim.  One problem in our country is that many politicians view governing as sport.  And with sports, only one side can win.  And the winner always takes BooKoo money and power. 

The new Congress has its eyes on our Medicare and Social Security.  More mass shootings.

I’m taking a break from the news.  I’ve been scouring film screening services but am in a bit of a lull.  For now, I’ve milked out all the good stuff.  Whenever this happens, I just wait patiently for the next film that I might get my jaws into.  These films always come.  In the meantime, I turn to assorted gems on You Tube.  I found this one yesterday: Full Movie: Teddy Roosevelt A Cowboys Ride to the White House

  And then there’s the true crime collection on Hulu.

I’m somewhat embarrassed to say that I am a fan of true crime.  I mean, how can we take such tragedies and then turn them into entertainment?  I don’t know, but we do.  The stories are intriguing I guess and they always contain a riddle to be solved.

Some of these series are more tasteful than others.  Murder Comes to Town is more tasteful than How I Caught my Killer.  The dreadful thing about How I Caught my Killer is that it has a creepy soundtrack.  But Murder Comes to Town has a narrator with a ghoulish voice so it isn’t much better.

Marcia Clark does a nice job with Marcia Clark the First 48.  Marcia Clark is the prosecutor that most of us remember from the OJ Simpson trial.  I was sorry to see she got a face lift, because her old face looked fine.  Still, one does get used to the new face and she does a fine job with her show.

The First 48 is a reality show with no reenactments or actors.  That means the audience travels to real crime scenes along with the actual detectives.  The audience even gets to witness actual recordings of family notifications and subject interrogations.  The show is well done, but like all these true crime episodes, one does get weary seeing of too much gore and death.  My resorting to these shows is like my resorting to sweets when I’m tired or depressed.  Both the shows and the sweets distract me for a while, but ultimately leave me feeling ill.

However, not as ill I find as the news has lately left me feeling.  It’s indeed a sad state of affairs when one has to turn to murder mystery as a distraction from the state of the world.  A dystopian state one friend recently called it.   

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Susan Casslan is a writer and a nurse. Her writing touches on spirituality and issues pertaining to social justice. Casslan lived for a decade in the San Francisco Inner Mission District, and she was greatly inspired by the Latinx culture of that neighborhood. The Inner Mission emerges in her books Conversations with Richard Purcell: The Adventures and Reflections of a Renegade San Francisco Priest and That Which Wavers with the Night, as well as in her chapbook 24th Street and Other Poems. Additionally, Casslan’s nonfiction articles have appeared in El Tecolote, an Inner Mission newspaper.

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