Was The Purple Prince’s Death Caused By A Pain Killer Medication?


The rumour mills on the cause of Musician, Prince’s untimely and sudden death are running rampant as we all knew that they would.  Everything from the flu to The Illuminati have been blamed thus far in tabloids, newspapers and even mainstream as well as underground media, blogs and water cooler conversations.  All of us are Armchair Investigators and we all believe that we have some sort of idea as to the cause of the icon’s unexpected and sad death.  

As I am writing this piece, the infamous vault in which Prince had reportedly stored over 2,000 taped tracks has been drilled open via orders from Bremer Trust after a Minnesota judge had appointed them as trustee for the late musician’s estate at the request of Prince’s only full sibling, Tyka Nelson an alleged “former” drug addict, herself.  


To date, no one has come forward to petition the courts for probate and, unlike Michael Jackson whose lawyer came forward to file his Will when Jackson’s mother had tried to become the estate’s executor some 6 days after Jackson’s death, there has been no such move by any lawyer on Prince’s behalf thus far.  Prince’s entire estate is now in the hands of the courts who will attempt to identify Prince’s 1 full sister and 5 half siblings where under Testate Law, the remaining estate, after governmental death taxes as well as final debts have been paid.  It’s estimated that his estate is worth between $300-$500 million and growing as his record sales grow posthumously.  

Also announced has been the fact that Prince’s death is now a Criminal Investigation.  It’s alleged that Prince’s body was found with opiate prescription medication on or around his body as well as more having been found in his Paisley Park compound estate.  Rumour has it that legal authorities have been unable to track down the source of the prescriber of these meds and may not have been legally prescribed.  Allegedly, one pharmacy that Prince reportedly had visited at least 4 times in the few days before his death has been given a search warrant to find records possibly pertaining to prescriptions for these meds.

Also alleged by even Prince’s closest staff and family members, Prince had a dependency on Percocet, a prescription pain killer that one can only assume was prescribed for hip pain originally.  Other rumours entail the idea Prince had also used Cocaine and hadn’t slept for 150 plus hours prior to his death.  That rumour allegedly came from his brother-in-law, sister Tyka Nelson’s husband but it’s unclear whether there was any truth to that or not.  

What is known is that Prince had been un-responsive while on a plane trip home from 2 make-up concerts in Atlanta, one week prior to his death.  Someone aboard that plane, called ahead to say that they were landing and bringing in an “un-responsive male”.  That male turned out to be Prince.  It’s alleged that the hospital which treated him in Moline, Illinois had given him what was rumoured to be “the life saving shot” of Narcan, an antidote to an opiate or narcotic med over dose.  Prince left that hospital and returned home within hours after being seen by doctors.  He or someone taking responsibility for him at the time, had refused the hospital’s alleged recommendation that he remain for 24 Hrs. observation when it was learned that no private rooms were available.  One could question this but, it makes some sense as Narcan (Naxolone) is known to block and reverse the effects of an opiate based or narcotic medication within moments and allow the patient to return to consciousness.  From research on the subject, it appears that it’s rather standard/common protocol with this type of shot for the over dosed patient to be monitored for at least that many hours after a dose of Narcan so, it’s a believable and conceivable possibility.

However, there are many questions that remain wide open for speculation at this point in time.  One such question that runs rampant with the imagination is the question of “why now?”  By that, it’s referring to the idea that if Prince had indeed had an addiction to prescription opiate/narcotic pain meds for many years, what drove the man to this extent of usage at this particular point in time and especially, to the point of over-dosing on it now?  

It’s been said incessantly that Prince had hip problems and pain from many years of wearing high heels and jumping off of places on stage during his performances, doing damage to both hips that would have required surgical intervention.  Some have reported that he did have the surgeries in 2010 while others report that he had refused them due to his Jehovah’s Witness beliefs against possibly needed blood transfusions.  There are media pieces that focus on the idea that it was the surgery and recovery with pain meds that got him “hooked”.  Others state that it was his non-conformance with having the surgery that caused his pain and dependency then, addictions to them.  Who is right and who is wrong about the reasons and, was he truly addicted to pain meds or is this all just a rumour as well, created or sensationalized to sell media? 

Another factor in this ongoing mystery, seems to be the idea that Prince had allegedly assumed many different identities, “doctor and pharmacy hopping” to fill several different scripts for the pain meds with no records of any real prescriptions or prescribers for them.  I’d have to ask the question of why would someone so wealthy, famous and influential, have the need to do either of those things when medications like that are simply a phone call away for him and money was no object?  Secondly, how many doctors and pharmacists wouldn’t have known it was Prince no matter how well disguised so, why run the risk?  Why not a staffer or other paid duty person?  Thirdly, why was he running his own errands to drop off and pick up prescription meds when he had staff and Go-Fors at his beckon call?  Something is not adding up with this scenario by a long shot.  There are far too many holes and more questions un-answered than answered by this theory but, anything is possible I suppose. 

Some have postulated that Prince knew he was dying and thus, his statement at the Atlanta concert of holding off and not wasting prayers on him for a few more days as a proclamation of him knowing about his upcoming death or there having been some sort of premonition that a known-only-to-him, health issue that would end his life.  However, were that to be the case, one would also have to ask why Prince would have remained alone in that rambling estate, by himself when he was able to be surrounded by friends, staffers and family?  It’s highly unlikely in my mind that Prince “knew”, intended or even had a premonition of his own upcoming demise.  Add to that, the idea that a man, so meticulous in details would have foregone having a Will done, even in his pre-death days and you’ve got an incredulous situation that I can personally, discount as being a viable theory.

There was no cell phone or phone (even cordless) found near or around Prince’s body in the elevator in his Paisley mansion.  That, to me, doesn’t seem to indicate that Prince felt that he was under any threat of a pre-existing health issue.

The last time anyone saw Prince alive was at 8 p.m. on the Wednesday evening prior to staff coming to find him dead in the elevator on Thursday morning.  That was the point at which Prince had been driven to his pharmacy, picked up a prescription and was dropped off by a friend.  First of all, had he not been feeling well or in any danger at that point in time, it would be highly suspect if that friend had have simply dropped him off and not checked in with him again afterwards at the least.  Was there such an attempt by the friend?  Was he simply refused and his calls gone un-taken?  Why did he not notify authorities if he felt Prince didn’t look well enough to be alone in such a large estate and under those types of conditions?  And, if this friend did notice Prince feeling un-well and did try to get in touch with him later on in the evening and got no response, it would have been even more reason to have had someone go to check on him, even if it were a staff member.  It’s my personal conclusion that Prince appeared to be well enough when dropped off to be on his own.  

Now comes the question of whether Prince had swallowed some of the pharmacy contents prior to getting onto that elevator and it caused his demise?  Whether a bad mixture of meds both prescription and OTC meds or an overdose, it’s hard to fathom that Prince foresaw any sort of danger to himself.  The lack of phone capability to call for help, seems to indicate that Prince was either too doped up to think of taking a phone with him or was trying to get to a stash of possibly, Narcan kept in his private residence but, didn’t make it on time before collapsing in the elevator.  Narcan can be bought over the counter in both Illinois and Minnesota at several chain pharmacies so, it’s possible that he kept a kit on hand.  What doesn’t make sense is that he’d have taken a lot of the medication and be without a phone nearby.  Like all addicts (if that was the case), Prince knew how much to take but may have pushed the boundaries that night or perhaps, mixed a bad combo of both OTC and prescription meds accidentally.  

Sadly, it’s likely that Prince had died at some point later that evening or into the early morning hours of Thursday, long before staffers had arrived to find him dead.  The 911 call an unknown male made from the musician’s body seemed to not know the address of the Paisley Park estate.  That makes it even more curious as to why a staffer wouldn’t have known the address and had to ask others who were allegedly there at the time as well.  Did everyone show up at once?  If so, why did none of them, appear to know the address?  The male caller had to look at mail to get an address from to give to the 911 operator or something along those lines.  He and whomever else was there, did not know the address. One person not knowing the address, ok.  More than one not knowing, is less than believable as staff members.  So, who was that caller?  Who was that un-identified male?  How did they get in and if another staff person had let him in, why hadn’t they found him and called for help or, have known the address?  

One thing was for certain.  The transcripts of that 911 call to notify authorities, proved that the caller was absolutely certain that Prince was dead and identified him as Prince.  To me, that says that Prince had been dead for quite some time before anyone found his body as there were indisputable signs that he was dead and had been for awhile if a lay-person could easily say that he was dead for certain and “people are freaking out”.  

I should make it known that while I liked a few of Prince’s songs, I am not nor was I, a “Prince Fan”.  I was as shocked as anyone else in learning of his sudden and inexplicable death at that age.  Most people know who Prince was no matter what genre of music one listens to on a regular basis.  So, why am I writing about his death and delving more deeply into it than I should be, given that he really wasn’t a big or even significant part of my life nor, my enjoyment of music?  

From my little corner of life, I didn’t believe the initial reports of such an active, lively, healthy and young-ish man could die like that from “the flu”.  Is it possible?  Of course.  We are warned about it daily and every early Fall when the flu shots are being brought in.  We are told to get our shots and many of us ignore them but, the reality is, I wasn’t buying the entire flu death idea.  I still don’t buy into it and continue to question his real cause of death.  However, I’m not naive enough to believe that the reality behind his cause of death may never be revealed to the public and we may get a neatly wrapped and sugar coated version in explanation when the entire report becomes available in weeks to come.  This is one case in which I will likely always question the reality behind it as well as the media accounts.  I’m sure I won’t be alone in that questioning either.

One thing is for sure…we’ll likely still be hearing from Prince through his music and newly released albums for decades to come.  There’s said to be enough recorded tracks in that vault to release an album a year for the next 100 years. Thank you Prince even though you have stated that it likely wouldn’t be you who released it to the public.  







Tom Cruise, Simon Cowell On Adele, Desserts Are Highest Read Entries

There are weeks when you can sit down and write blogs until they come out of your ears only to have readers, searching for the same blog entry topics over and over again.

Do you want to know what the highest read topics are?

  1. Who were Tom Cruise’s wives?
  2. Why does Simon Cowell hate Adele
  3. How to lose weight while eating dessert


I get that Tom Cruise is still a big deal to some people even though he’s insane most of the time.  However, does it really matter anymore who Cruise was married to?  He’s lost all of his marriages in divorces because of his affiliation with Scientology and his lunacy over that religion.  It’s doubtful that the man will find another woman that will stay with him after all of that now.  Mind you, there’s women who want to and do, marry murderers in prisons so, I guess anything is possible.

Simon Cowell, hating Adele.  Well, there’s no big mystery there really.  First of all, he doesn’t “hate her”.  I’m sure he isn’t liking the over-play her songs get and all sound exactly the same….whining about lost love, separations, desperation and crying over those losses.  Her voice grates on me now and I can’t tell the difference between one song and the other except when it starts off with “Hello….it’s me….”.  By the tone in her voice, we all know it’s her and that’s she’s going to cry over spilled milk in a relationship again.  If there’s any doubt as to Simon Cowell hating Adele and why…it’s for that reason alone.

Losing weight while eating dessert is not rocket science.  Take your daily calories, divide them into your 3 meals and allot a calculation for each dessert then, move more.  You can have your cake and eat it too.

That all being said, I’ve written about some fairly serious news topics and events, poured out my heart on many different topics and even been quite controversial with my opinions at times.  More than anything, I think I could stop writing entries and people would still be searching for and reading what I’ve written 2 or 3 years ago and no one would notice that I haven’t written an entry for awhile.

Meanwhile, I have a hole burning through my brain on Prince’s death so, excuse me if I end this entry here and do some more research for my next piece.


Why Prince Likely Didn’t Die From The Flu


There were so many tributes pouring out for the Late Singer/Song Writer/Musician, Prince that I didn’t think it necessary to put out yet another one, listing all of his contributions to the music industry.  By now, everyone knows what Prince’s musical portfolio contains over the decades as well as his musical talents.

It bothered me that David Bowie has passed away as seemingly, suddenly as it happened.  It was only in learning that he had been ill for quite sometime and had kept it on the hush-hush that one could understand that while still in his prime, he had no choice except to leave this earthly existence.  Prince however, was a different story.  Not only was it un-expected to the public but seemingly, also to his most trusted of friends, staffers and family members.  Although Prince was considered a “private person”, it’s highly unlikely that he wouldn’t have confided any serious illnesses, especially a terminal/dangerous one to at least one of his closest people nor, likely that he would have continued living alone.  That’s what makes me think that there was more to this story than we, as the public, may ever know about his sudden, lonely death.

I’ll be up front and blunt in my thoughts here.  I don’t for one moment believe that it was “the flu” that ended Prince’s life.  While we may never be told the truth in this case and may be told that he died of a “sudden coronary/heart attack”, I believe there were other causes likely unintentionally created by Prince, himself so to speak.

The media has been well known to leap to get headlines and exclusives, often rushing facts or putting 2 and 2 together, arriving at 5 and printing it as though it was gospel truth.  Pun about gospel truth not intended given Prince’s religious beliefs.  So, it’s hard to swallow everything that the media has spewed out over the past nearly week since Prince was found dead, alone in that elevator by concerned staff who allegedly, came looking for him and found him already dead.  The last person to see him alive was at 8 p.m. Wednesday evening when he was dropped off into his huge but empty Paisley estate, alone and having picked up something yet unknown from his local pharmacy.  One would think that should Prince have appeared unwell, the friend who dropped him off, would have insisted on staying with him or getting him medical help.  At the least, one would like to believe that this friend would have checked in on him afterwards even had Prince insisted on being alone.  That may be the case but, it hasn’t been admitted to date.  Either that, or Prince appeared fine to his friend. To make matters worse but, understandable, even legal authorities are keeping things under covers as they investigate further and await the autopsy results, expected in coming weeks to months.  All of this allows minds to run rampant with theories as to what caused Prince’s death.  I am no exception to that group as I am doing the same thing.  I wanted to make note of that because this is purely my own opinion and nothing more.

What makes Prince’s death at age 57 hardest to fathom is that there was no real indication of either a serious/terminal/life threatening illness nor, of foul play or suicide.  Prince lived not only a “clean/health-nut/vegan lifestyle” and was said to be as healthy as a horse but, he was also a devout Jehovah’s Witness member who both lived and preached his religious beliefs as does pretty much every member of that sector of religion.  His hips needed surgery from years of wearing high heels and jumping from higher places while on stage.  Prince reportedly, refused surgery because of his religious beliefs it’s believed.  While Jehovah’s Witnesses are reportedly, not against surgery or medication, they do take a great stance against blood transfusions.  It has been alleged that Prince refused surgery on the grounds that the doctors might have to give him blood if it was needed.  Correct or incorrect, what is known is that Prince suffered with a great deal of pain from his hips and was often seen with a cane because of the hips and pain.

The infamous emergency plane stop in Illinois to get an “unresponsive male” (which we now know was Prince) to hospital, some 48 minutes from his home in Minnesota, was rather tell-tale.  Some reports first stated that Prince had been hospitalized for “the flu”, was given a “flu shot” and released.  That made no sense whatsoever to even a lay person as most of us know that once someone has the flu, a flu shot is not given.  An anti-viral med may be given but, not the flu shot.  What doesn’t add up with that story is that Prince was allegedly advised to stay in hospital for another 24 hours after the alleged shot, which he allegedly refused upon learning that there were no private rooms available.  At least, that’s the way the story has been passed around.

So, if Prince did indeed receive a shot, it was not a flu shot.  The mere fact that the hospital had allegedly advised him to remain for 24 hours for observation is more in tune or indicative of him having received what TMZ had reported he received, a shot of Narcan/Naxolone, an antidote to a narcotic or opiate drug over dose.  Now, that shot normally comes with the recommendation for the patient to remain supervised under medical care for at least 24 hours and fits more closely with the idea than a shot of an anti-viral medication.   However, anything is possible at this point.

When one couples that with the reports of Prince having been seen again after that (or, possibly so) as well as 4 alleged trips to his local pharmacy(s) in the days leading to his death, one can think that perhaps, Prince was still getting prescriptions for narcotic/opiate based meds for his pain or, that he was also given a home kit with Narcan/Naxolone “just in case”.  Reports of him having completed a concert, thrown a party and been seen out in public at a record/cd store as well as a favourite night spot in the days leading up to his sudden death and looking either “fine/normal” and finally, “nervous, sweaty, jittery and pale”, seem to possibly be more in line with someone who was either withdrawing from prescription pain meds or, was OD’ing again on them.  Again, one can only speculate but, it’s reported that Prince’s “ride” on the Wednesday evening prior to him being pronounced dead some 14 hours later, alone on that elevator, makes one wonder.

The other thing that hit my mind was that with all of Prince’s wealth and “yes people” around him, were Prince to be feeling that ill, does it make sense that he would have stayed alone and not requested either a doctor or a trusted friend and staff member, stay with him while he recuperated?  While we know that he was a private workaholic, it isn’t making sense that if he had already collapsed and was un-responsive once due to “the flu”, he wouldn’t have been left alone while not feeling well.  Even if were only for someone to make him tea or get him something to eat.  It’s not adding up in my mind anyway.

If I am correct in my assumptions then, it’s quite possible that Prince had a stash of Narcan/Naxolone, which can be bought over the counter in that state from larger box chain pharmacies such as CVS and Walgreens.  It’s been said by others who had visited his Paisley mansion/studio that Prince rarely took the elevator in his home so, the fact that he had taken it that evening, is more leading to the potential assumption that he may have taken more prescription pain meds while working but, had left the Narcan/Naxolone, upstairs in his living quarters and was trying to get to them via the elevator but, never made it that far before collapsing as he did on the plane that night.

Prince, himself, had made mention on a few occasions that he had been born an Epileptic and had seizures as a child.  However, he also made the statement during at least one aired  interview where he stated that he had told his mother at a very young age that “the angels” told him not to worry, he wouldn’t be sick anymore.  He alleged that he hadn’t had another episode after that.  It’s rather unlikely that it was a seizure at this point that caused his collapse in that elevator that either Wednesday evening past 8 p.m. or the following morning.  Even were it to have been seizure related, unless there was a fall during one with massive head injuries, such as the one that ended my brother’s life in 2011, he would have more than likely woken up and eventually been able to make his way wherever he had been heading.  I don’t believe it was seizure related for those reasons either.

Given all that I’ve written above, it sums up to say that I don’t believe Prince died from “the flu”.  I believe that while he may have had the flu, it was used as an excuse to the public for the forced landing his plane made that night a week or so before his untimely and sudden death.  With what little we do know (trust worthy or not), is appears that he likely was given an antidote dose of Narcan/Naxolone for a prescription narcotic/opiate pain relief med that he’d taken too much of accidentally to get out of pain or, had possibly become addicted to.  After all,  he had just been on stage prior to this emergency landing in Illinois so, his pain factor would have been great.  I do believe that Prince died from a complication or perhaps, an accidental over dose of pain meds and couldn’t reach his home stash of Narcan/Naxolone in time, dying, alone, in that elevator.  Police did say that they couldn’t comment on whether or not they had taken something from Prince’s estate during their early investigation nor, would they be able to say what it was as there was an ongoing investigation.  Translate that into, “yes, something was taken” from my personal opinion only. They didn’t however, (in conjunction with the chief medical office’s agreeance) feel that there was foul play or suicide involved and neither do I.

I think that they already have a fairly good insight into what ended Prince’s life on a surface level with what they know already but, of course, it won’t be certain until the rest of the autopsy results are in, including the famous toxicology report to see what medication was in Prince’s system.

Sadly, from my little corner of life right at this moment, I feel that Prince was the victim of  a number of factors.  His hip pain, his refusal of surgery, his acceptance of possibly addictive pain meds instead, his religion and religious beliefs that possibly caused him to forego surgery to correct that issue in fear of a transfusion, his own privacy insistence, his pride, his stubbornness and seeming sheer determination and more than anything, Prince, being Prince.

We, as Joe/Jane Q. Public, may never find out the truth behind Prince’s death.  We may be given a lovely, neat, tied with a bow, explanation that will appear acceptable and have to suffice but, we may never know for certain.  In the meanwhile, Prince’s only full-blooded sister, is seeing to it that his estate is being taken care of and, according to news reports at this moment, he died unbelievably, intestate (without a will) which means that his entire fortune will be left open to Tyka and his half siblings to be divided.  From all that has been said, Prince had a net worth in the several hundreds of millions of dollars.  That means that there’s likely at least $100,000,000.00 each with more coming in by the day as his record sales soar posthumously.  That should be plenty to go around, one would hope but, don’t be surprised to see a potential court battle ensue and no one get a cent for a few years to come.  We will likely be able to see family and other’s greed, not including the IRS who also battled with Michael Jackson’s estate.  Good luck to all of them.  I’m glad it’s not my battle but, Tyka seems fit for a battle beyond all battles and is on the ball.

Rest In Peace, Prince.  Let the world fight it out now.  While much has been made about you writing your memoirs as a “sign” that you knew death was imminent, I’m sure that you didn’t.  Well…at least, not in my little corner of life.







Netflix Bring Gilmore Girls Back As A Regular Series


I’ll make this short and sweet.

I’m forever beholden to Netflix for reviving 4 1 1/2 hr. movies entitled “Seasons” of Gilmore Girls but, in an age of tv that has enough murder, cop, fantasy and reality shows, we need one that has substance.  Gilmore Girls had that and we loved it.

If anyone from Netflix is reading this, there’s a cult-like following of fans for Gilmore Girls and all of us can’t wait to see it revived!  

Ok, I’ve done the bold and text colour change to highlight how important this series is to so many fans and yes, I have a subscription to Netflix at the moment and am dancing in my chair, waiting for this series of movies to be released.

Now, I will make this even bolder….(and, perhaps sounding greedy but, recognizing that more subscribers will come aboard and STAY aboard if you do bring it back fully)


There, I couldn’t have said it strongly enough in a blog.


Trial of The Century or Race Card Well Played?


In being glued to the television each Tuesday nights for several weeks, I’ve re-lived the O.J. Simpson Trial like millions of others.  It was a time and a trial that not many who were caught up in, will ever forget.

Brilliantly casted, the mini-series, The People vs O.J. Simpson on FX network, was a smash success that has left others, like Martin Sheen, wanting in on the money and glory with his own version which will give reasons why O.J. was likely not guilty on ESPN.


With stars like Cuba Gooding Jr. playing the part of O.J. Simpson and having a few small similarities, the rest of the cast was pretty much stellar.  John Travolta played his part as Dream Team Defence Attorney, Robert Shapiro while David Schwimmer of “Friends fame” played the part of “Robert Kardashian”, O.J.’s long time friend until the trial ended.  For a complete list of characters, you can view them here, on Wikipedia.

While the cast of actors not only closely resembled the players in this nearly 22-year-old case and, was based upon a book written by Jeffrey Toobin, “The Run of His Life: The People v. O. J. Simpson”, there were factual accounts but, also a lot of non-factual drama written in around those facts.

However, in re-living what was considered “The Trial of The Century” it became clear that all of the key attorneys in this case, had long since moved on with their lives or, their lives had ended.  Robert Kardashian had died from cancer in approximately 2003 and Johnnie Cochran had passed on in approximately 2005 with a rare form of a brain tumour. Even Marcia Clark, lead prosecuting attorney in the case, had left her job to pursue a career in writing novels, mostly fictional mystery work.  It appears that most of them have left the trial behind them and do not consider the case anywhere near the idea of “the trial of the century”.

Most of those us who followed the case as it was happening, remember the infamous Bronco chase, the gloves that didn’t appear to fit over latex gloves that O.J. wore while trying them on and seemed to do everything to not make them fit.  The ever famous line of “if they don’t fit, you must acquit”, uttered by defence attorney J. Cochran, will forever ring in our minds.

What won’t be forgotten was that 2 lives Nicole Brown Simpson and friend, Ronald Goldman, were brutally ended in a horrific manner of stab and slash, leaving a trail of evidence which included DNA, directly linking the suspect in this case to the murder scene, was tossed out the window by overwhelmed jurors who had been sequestered for months out of their lives with a “not guilty” verdict on both counts of murder within less than 4 hours which included a lunch break.

More than anything, it was clear to see both at the time as well as on this remake of the trial, that what went down with that jury’s decision had several parts to it that caused them to render that not guilty verdict.

Firstly, the final jury was predominantly Black Americans who were in the throes of the Rodney King beatings and riots in L.A..  Black Rights were uppermost in the media and therefore, in their minds.

Secondly, defence attorney, Johnnie Cochran, leading what was considered “The Dream Team” being of the Black Community himself, had his own agenda towards Black Rights and used the Race Card to its fullest as both a defence as well as a soap box.  It worked well on the predominantly Black jury members as well as in the public.  Most Black Community members didn’t see O.J. as guilty or if they did, didn’t want him to be found guilty, while most of the White Community, saw him as overwhelmingly guilty, gasping in total disbelief as the verdict was read in real-time from the court room that day.

Thirdly, the fact that the jury was able to overlook the entire DNA and blood evidence presented in that case by placing blame on a racist cop (Mark Fuhrman) but, look at a pair of gloves that didn’t allegedly fit and set him free in such a short deliberation after months of evidence, says that there was likely going to be an acquittal possibly even without much of a trial, given the jury’s make-up of predominantly Black Americans and Cochran’s Race Card play throughout the trial and outside of the courtroom.  Once they’d seen those gloves not seemingly fitting and heard Fuhrman’s testimony, there was nothing else they needed to hear and they seemed to have dismissed everything else presented.

Fourthly, in this case, having a Black prosecuting attorney couldn’t have won any Brownie Points with the jury as many of the Black jurors could have looked upon Chris Darden as an “Uncle Tom” or, a “sell-out to the White Community”.  It was already a no-win situation in that aspect of things.  Add to the mix, the fact that Marcia Clark was a woman and you’ve got biases by the truck load.

What makes this case ironic is that while it was the Race Card that had a big role in getting Simpson off, Simpson didn’t see himself as being Black.  As much as it was played up that Fuhrman was a racist cop who hated seeing a White woman (Nicole) with a Black man (Simpson), the opposite could also hold true whereby the Black community saw Simpson as a traitor for marrying a White woman.  Ironically, that was overshadowed by the Race Card that Cochran played so very well.  All that jury really needed to give  that acquittal were the gloves not fitting over latex gloves or, Simpson not allowing them to fit and, Fuhrman, the racist cop.  Game over with those 2 things.

Consider the fact that Simpson had mainly White friends, was wealthy and lived in a wealthy area, partying with wealth and Whites and you’ve got the picture of a Black man who didn’t see himself as a member of the Black community first nor, foremost.  He was a wealthy, famous, sports figure in his own mind.  End of story for him so, the entire Race Card for Simpson was nothing more than a ploy or legal tactic from his “Dream Team” legal counsellors.

From my little corner of life, nothing else prosecutors could have done would have stopped that “not guilty” verdict.  It was a no-win situation whereby, even if they had have held and played a form of a race card themselves, they couldn’t have won this case.  O.J. was untouchable because of who he was…Black and a super star sports hero.









Jesus Christ I’m Not A Robot!

Jesus' lesser known miracle at the wedding.

For the first 40 years of my life, I thought I was Jesus Christ.

Has your draw dropped yet?

No, I’m not insane or psychotic and I don’t mean literally  but, I am extremely sensitive, a people pleaser (though you might not know it from by blog pieces), overly emotional, sentimental and, my dad’s favourite phrase was “Jesus Christ” to pretty much everything I was about to say.

I can remember sitting at a drive-in theatre on a Saturday night, my father in the front seat with my mom beside him and my brother and myself in the back seat.  It was the one treat a month that they could afford to take us to.  That’s about the only time that my father would put up with even hearing Elvis Presley’s voice.

“Jesus Christ,” he’d say, sighing deeply in disgust and throwing his head back.  “I feel another song coming on!  This guy doesn’t act.  He’s going to sing his way through every god-damned one of his movies.”

I used to think my father must have been a tremendously religious man because his second favourite phrase was “god-dammit”.

My brother and I would be already dressed in our pyjamas so that when we’d fall asleep, which usually happened part way through the second movie for the week, my father could carry us into the house and plop us into bed.  The featured movies were never his thing but, the second movie played each time, was for him usually, being a Western of some kind.  Ask me how we slept through gun fights at the O.K. Corral and I couldn’t tell you.  However, I do remember being upset at seeing all of the fighting.  I hated Westerns with a passion and still do but, I remember waking up for part of one movie where even my mother had fallen asleep, only to see a scene where horses were dropping with their riders and laying there.  I began to cry.

“What is your problem?” my father asked, turning around to see me sobbing heavily.

“They killed the horses!” I screeched with pure horror, finally letting it out.

There was complete silence as my dad shook his head in total disbelief while I continued to cry, unable to catch my breath.

“Jesus Christ.  A hundred men have been shot and are laying dead but, you’re crying because one horse is laying there?” he asked, seemingly frustrated with me.

“Yeeesssss,” I blurted out, blubbering even harder.

I don’t remember the full explanation verbatim but, I do remember him trying to explain to me that they were “trick horses” and had been trained to fall over like that and stay laying down, just as the men who were actors were doing.  Somehow, I could understand that men were just acting but, I couldn’t fathom the horses having that kind of training and couldn’t stop crying.  Of course, my father’s movie was ruined so, he started up the car and drove off the lot with me still on my knees, looking behind me at the screen to see yet another horse fall over.  It took me until half way home before I finally settled down enough to stop the heavy crying to simple sniffling the rest of the way home.  It took him over 3 weeks to convince me that it was all just “acting, stunts and training”.  It also took a whole pack of bologne for my father to train our dog to drop, lay down and roll over when he’d point his finger at Sam and say, “bang”.  Sam, the black lab was really fast at learning his trick.

As time went on and I got older, I was still extremely sensitive and emotional.  Just about anything would set me off into an emotional state.  While I was better at hiding it, my dad always knew when I’d gone over that emotional cliff.

“Jesus Christ!” he’d say. “Are you going to go through this again?  Why can’t you let it drop?”

I don’t know why I couldn’t let whatever it was go and apparently, it registered on my face no matter how hard I tried to not show it.

“Grow a thicker skin,” my mother would say, also fed up with my heightened sense of sympathy and empathy for so much and so many people and animals.  “This is life.  This is what happens in it and you’re never going to survive unless you learn to toughen up.”

Grow a thicker skin and toughen up.  Hmmmm.

Try as I might, I couldn’t simply “toughen up” and always wondered what the hell she meant by “grow a thicker skin”.

It wasn’t until more recently that I had run myself ragged, trying to help everyone I could help that something snapped in me and I realized that something had to change.  A friend of mine was joking around about how much I’d done for her.  Inadvertently, she let the reality of things out of the bag.

“Ha!” she said, while I reeled on about my upset at a family member for having done the things she’d done to me in spite of me having nearly stood on my head for her.  “Everyone knows that all we have to do is to show you a few tears or tell you a sob story and you’ll turn the 4 corners of the earth inside out.”

There it was.  There was another “Jesus Christ moment” coming from someone else’s mouth other than my father’s but, it was also one of the most awakening moments I’ve had.  I had thin skin and everyone else knew it, including my own daughter who had twisted me into a pretzel, trying to please and take care of her needs and was trying it yet again.

My husband has long since grown tired of me screaming, “stop the car” as I’ve leapt out of the vehicle before he could stop it fully, in order to help someone on the sidewalk or side of the road where dozens of other people surrounding them, had been ignoring the person in trouble.  He’s sighed in disbelief as I’ve spotted a look on someone’s face that told me the person was distraught and leaped in, head first to asking them if they were ok then, proceeded in helping them out no matter what it took to do it.  One day, my broad ability to spot troubled people took the form of an all day stint, keeping an elderly man with dementia occupied while an already over-burdened police department tried to get officers dispatched to take over.  The man had been missing for an entire day, leaving behind a deeply upset and worried wife and daughter.  All that I could think of was that had he been my father, grandfather or elderly husband, how would I want someone to take care of him? I did what I felt was appropriate, buying him lunch and engaging him in a conversation until police and paramedics arrived several hours later.  Of course, my partner in crime, my husband, simply goes along with me now because he knows that I’m the way that I am and am not going to give up on helping others.  I can’t.  I haven’t grown that thicker skin that my mother talked about when I was younger.

I am getting better with this now.  I’m using my head more than my emotions.  Most of that lesson though, has had to come from a series of kicks in the rear end through helping.  As my grandmother used to try to tell me, “the road to hell is paved with good intentions”.  How true that saying is.  I’ve been kicked and punched while trying to help.  I’ve lost favourite sweaters by covering someone with mine.  People have dumped everything on me from their woes and troubles to things that they simply don’t want to do themselves.  I’ve been walked away from and left like a used dish rag (quite literally) and I’ve known that people have wiped their feet on me while walking off into the sunset after having gotten what they needed and wanted from me, never hearing from them again.  I now recognize that people are out to look after Number One…themselves so, I help less than I used to.  I can also see where I’m taking on things that are not mine to deal with and am being used and abused.  That’s where I’m drawing a line and stopping in my tracks, much to my husband’s delight and relief.

My father died at the age of 65 with advanced bladder cancer.  My mother died at the age of 54 with a malignant and rare form of brain tumour.  My brother died in 2011 at the age of 53 after a fall at work where he suffered irreversible and massive brain injuries.  I miss them all terribly and I will likely never be over their losses.  That much, I think is understandable for most people.  However, while part of me left with all 3 of them, I am still here and still learning to grown that thicker skin.  More than anything, I have learned that I am not Jesus Christ and cannot heal the masses.  I am an ordinary human being who is what is considered to be “a highly sensitive person”.  I will likely always be extremely empathetic as well.  However, god-dammit…even Jesus had temper tantrums and upturned tables at times.  I am due for some of that.

I may be overly emotional still.  I may not have grown a thick enough skin even to this day.  People may still be saying “Jesus Christ” in a disbelieving way when I leap in with both feet but, I would much rather be this way at times than those who would pass by a person in need like a robot on course who will not feel enough to even contemplate stopping to help someone in trouble.  I’d much rather be the person I am even if I do have to turn down the volume on caring a bit more to save my own sanity as I am getting older now too.

From my little corner of life, I’d rather be a Jesus Christ with a thinner skin than an unfeeling robot.  That’s just me though and I’m not likely to fully change anytime soon.





Stay Away From Facebook If You’re Looking For Reality


If you can’t afford a trip to Disney World and don’t like going to church, take a romp through Facebook where everything is a joke, un-real fantasy seeming or, like going to church with prayers.  The place where nothing is real and everyone’s lives seem like they’re living in one huge either grateful or wonderful life.


Want to feel badly about yourself?  Go read your Facebook friend’s walls.  Tell me what you see.  Everyone is grateful, happy, laughing, sharing the attributes of their family lives, joking around or praying for you, while sharing good wishes.  It’s like a trip to Fantasy Land that makes you feel like somehow, you’ve travelled down a wrong path somewhere while everyone else has found the right one to go down.  They’re in Heaven while you’re still working hard at trying to find your way out of Hell.

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Didn’t get the time to go to church, synagogue or temple this week?  No problem.  Look at your friend’s walls.  There will always be someone posting prayers or preaching.

Need a laugh? There’s plenty of jokes going around on the Home Feeds and one will ensure that you’re laughing heartily.

Were you not able to have children or yours has gone by the wayside and you haven’t heard from them in months or years?  No worries.  You can see everyone else’s children as they grow up and see photos of them too.

No one seems to love you or care about you?  Don’t fret, Facebook is filled with people sharing their love for everyone and, will send you well-wishes while they’re at it.  After all, their lives are filled with love, laughter and joy so, there’s plenty to go around.

“Share if you love your grandchildren more than life itself.”  Oh sorry.  You don’t have grandchildren?  Don’t worry about that either.  You’ll get to click “like” on everyone else’s  grandchildren, complete with photos on their walls.

However, if you’re looking for people who will share in your problems, make you feel like you’re not alone in having them or, want to drown out the fact that your life isn’t one huge love-fest-party, you might want to seek forums elsewhere and avoid Facebook like the plague.

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No one’s life is that charmed or happy.  Trust me when I say that Facebook gives the illusion that all is well and everyone lives in one huge bubble of happiness, fun, love and faith as it appears in that portion of social media.  It’s all in what you don’t see or hear on Facebook that is reality.  Talk to any person who has posted nothing but jokes, fun and happy photos and you’ll find that most are people, trying to either “keep up with the Jones’s” or, put up a front like their lives are going swimmingly well.  You’ll find the reality in that talk.

From my little corner of life, Facebook is like a Disney story where it’s small tidbits, built into a story of wonderment and fun.  Their realities are not as charming as what their personal walls make it seem.  If you truly want to feel better about your life, stay off of Facebook for awhile or…talk to those you feel are leading charmed lives and see for yourself.  Either way, Facebook is not real.  It’s fantasy.