Well, so the nigger shot him... Hooray for NDBC.

NDBC: North Dallas Brain Control

Yesterday, I had something happen to me that really sort of hadn't in about 30 years. I went to North Park Mall here in Dallas after spending all morning and afternoon 'transliterating' my software project at home. The need to sound like a broken-record is what human-rights atrocities in the (former) USA feels like. I (sort of) enjoy sitting in front of a computer and typing Java-Code. Unfortunately, since there is an implant in my skull that makes me hear voices and orders me around, desinging my own software project ideas, web-sites, (or anything really) just isn't actually possible. Instead, what I wind up doing is listening to North Dallas Brain Control's "strongly worded suggestions" and type some project that I can only guess was actually developed years ago.

After spending several hours in front of a computer screen staring at these classes: Location and TreeUtils, which are the newest additions to my project, I went to the mall and sat and drank decaf-coffee, listened to voices in my skull tell me made up stories about the people wandering around, and had a toasted bagel with butter - all at Corner Bakery.

Sitting at the LBJ-Central Train Station, which actully has the "Texas Instruments" people coming home from that building around 6:30 PM, I started hearing one black guy screaming and yelling at the top of his lungs. I noticed him walk off, and then right after that 5 or 6 really loud gunshots came whizzing out. They were really loud! At the time, I couldn't tell what was going on. By the same token, since I have had to listen to stories about the shooting and the drug/military fueled violence of 30 to 40 years ago in USA for so many years recently, it was almost as if those school shooters from when I was young had done all of those things last week, not 35 years ago!

I did realize that I was sitting no more than 10 feet away from a shooting, and that bullets really were flying past my face. There was anothing black woman sitting right next to me. I got up and ran behind this column thing that they have at the station. The guy who (I found out a little later) had been shot was walking off screaming and yelling at the shooter. After ducking behind a column of cement, I asked two people on the other side of the tracks if the guy off in the distance was the one who had been shooting. They both said yes, and since he was far enough away, I pushed the little 911 blue-telephone-pole that is set up at all of the DART Train-Stations in Dallas and told them that somebody was shooting an assload of bullets right in front of me.

The DART Police showed up, and they didn't seem like they wanted to see me or talk to me, or even listen to me. The little black women right next to me was clearly pretty scared, and they were much happier to listen to her speak. I just told them that he was right in fron to the security camera the entire time when and then the many who had been shot in the leg came forward and showed him where he was hit. My DART #17 Bus showed up pretty quickly, and I got on and went home quickly.

I mean, it wasn't that serious. I went to the station this morning, and there is a big bullet hole in the glass right next to where I sit. I personally haven't seen a human being shot (in real life, to the best of my recollection), since Bill Clinton was the President, in 1994. It has truly been a bizaree day today. I have tried to get work done, but I have been "listening to the voices in my head" all day long try to interprety why they would start ordering or arranging for black people to actually start shooting at each-other - particularly right in front of me! I try to get angry at it all, but even a shooting is nothing compared to the torment of trying to analyze what "My Master" is going to order me to do next. Today, for instance, I have spent the entire day programming my "Location" class, so that the Java-Doc Documentation has some really nice CSS Sheets.

I ended up doing about an hour and a half of Karate Last night. It was the most ethereal feeling I've had in a long time. After watching two black people shoot each-other, and three DART Police show up (and ignore me completely), I went and practiced punching, blocking, kicking and combinations for the next round of attacks on my life from the citizenry of Dallas. I focused on these during my two-month break from exercise. NDBC shoved this web-site in my face one day and told me that when my dad / father practiced Judo in the 1960's, these are the stretches that he had practiced (back in the 1960's). The voices in my head talk to me incessantly about these, and they say that stretching your joints and muscles has numerous health benevits